Her hands are everywhere—gripping my shirt, sliding up my chest, curling around the back of my neck like she needs something to hold on to.
Her lips break from mine, and I press my forehead to hers, both of us catching our breath. I can feel her chest rising fast against mine.
“Addie,” I murmur. “Are you sure?”
She looks up at me, eyes wide and unguarded, and I see every moment we’ve had so far, wanting each other while pretending we didn’t.
She doesn’t answer me. She doesn’t have to. I can see it in her eyes.
She pulls me in, and when she kisses me again, it’s slower this time. There’s no rush. It’s just a yes.
Yes to this.
Yes to me.
Yes tous.
Her fingers push my jacket off my shoulders, and I let it fall to the floor without a care, my hands already gripping the hem of my shirt. I tug the shirt over my head and toss it aside. She bites her lip, and I swear I could lose my mind right here.
I slide my hands down the backs of her thighs and lift her easily. She wraps her legs around me, hands cupping my jaw as I carry her toward the bedroom.
The room is dim. The overhead light is off, but the lamp on the end table casts a soft glow. A candle that smells like vanilla burns in the corner. It feels like walking into a place I’ve been dreaming of for months.
I lay her down gently on the bed like she’s something sacred. She props herself up on her elbows and watches me with parted lips, chest rising and falling. I take a moment to just look at her. Not the polished, professional Addison.MyAddie. Unguarded, real, and so fucking beautiful.
I kneel in front of her at the foot of the bed like she’s a prayer.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I murmur, placing my hands on her calves.
She shakes her head. “I don’t.”
My control snaps like a wire pulled too tight. I unfasten her pants slowly, sliding them down her legs. I press a kiss just above her hip bone, and she shudders, digging her fingers into the blanket. I run my hands up her sides, slipping them beneath the fabric of her top, feeling the warmth of her skin. She lifts her arms, and I pull the tank up and over her head. Her hair falls back over her shoulders, and my breath catches when I see her laid out for me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, meaning every word.
I unhookher bra slowly, brushing my thumbs over her skin like she’s art I’m not worthy of touching. I kiss her collarbone, my other hand slides down to remove her underwear.
I stand at the end of the bed, staring at her as I unbuckle my belt and push down my jeans. I want to take in every curve, every breath, every quiet moment of trust. I let her watch the way I look at her, like she’s something I never thought I’d be lucky enough to have.
She’s beneath me, gasping as my lips trace down the line of her neck to the swell of her chest. Her fingers slide into my hair like she’s anchoring herself, like she’s starving for this.
“Oliver…” she breathes, and the sound of my name in her voice, so full of need, nearly undoes me.
I roll a condom over my hardened cock. My fingers brush along her skin, and she shudders, her eyes fluttering shut.
“Look at me,” I murmur, voice low. “Look what you do to me.”
Her eyes open and lock with mine, and there it is again—electricity, need, like there’s no one else in the world but the two of us. I kiss her again, deeper this time. Her hands roam my back, nails lightly scratching at my spine.
I settle between her thighs, nudging her legs wider.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” I whisper, my forehead pressed to hers.
I insert myself into her, groaning into her neck as she settles around me.
When I finally move inside her, it’s like everything clicks into place. There are no rules. It’s just us.
She pulls me closer with every breathless kiss. I brace my forearms on either side of her, trying to hold it together, but then she wraps her legs around my waist, and I know I’m gone. She lifts her hips to meet mine and murmurs my name over and over like a prayer.
