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I sat down on an armchair across from Nico. "How's your ankle?"
"Kind of better. Still hurts like a son of a bitch, though."
"Maybe I should get you some ice."
"That might help. Thanks."
By the time I got the ice, Val had given Nico the Advil, and Mara and Eve had come to see what was happening. We finally decided Nico didn't need a doctor---and he actually agreed. His room in the guest house was upstairs, so Eve and Val offered to stay there instead so he could sleep in their room here.
Mara's parents seemed kind of annoyed by Nico's needy, whiny behavior. Because yeah, the guy kept complaining and demanding everybody get him things, like water "not from the tap but with electrolytes" and "organic gluten-free crackers with sea salt." Luckily, we had bottled water and those funky crackers, though not organic ones, thanks to Eve's insistence we try to accommodate anything our guests might want. Some people genuinely needed gluten-free foods, but Nico just wanted that because it was trendy. I knew because I asked if he had any food allergies, and he said no.
When Mara and I finally got to our rooms in the guest house, we were so tired, mentally and physically, that we kissed each other good night and went to bed.
Man, what a day. Mara's parents. Her ex. My ex. Jeez, what would happen tomorrow?
Chapter Twenty-One
Mara
The next day passed in a blur, with Ollie too busy to spend much time with me and Nico constantly texting me to ask for food or a drink or whatever thing he decided he had to have at the moment. I didn't see my parents much either, since I felt like I had to take care of Nico so Ollie, Eve, and Val could do their jobs instead of catering to the needs of my annoying ex. By the end of the day, I needed a break from all of it.
Nico tried to get me to sit at his bedside all night to "watch over" him, but I said no. He had dumped me. I'd given up my day for him. Why should I tend to his needs all night? It wasn't like he was dying. He didn't need a twenty-four-hour nurse for a twisted ankle. Once I'd explained that to him, Nico pouted but stopped demanding I stay with him.
I met up with Ollie in the guest house, and we walked upstairs hand in hand.
At the door to my room, we stopped. I pushed the door open and leaned against the jamb while Ollie slanted in to kiss me. It started out sweet and soft but swiftly intensified as I thrust my tongue between his lips and slid my hands up his neck to link them at his nape, tugging him closer. He groaned and responded with increased hunger, but despite the need growing inside us both, he kept the kiss heated but slow, taking his time while we both savored the taste and feel of each other.
He pressed his body into mine, the rigid line of erection prodding my belly.
God, I wanted him. Naked. In my bed. Right now.
I moaned and wrapped my leg around his.
Without severing the kiss, he picked me up and carried me into the room. I heard the door slam shut---he must've kicked it closed---and the next thing I knew, I was sprawled on the bed with him on top of me. The weight of him felt so good. I moaned again, tunneling my fingers into his hair, wishing he would strip my clothes off and make love to me right now. We kissed and kissed and kissed, with Ollie driving me wild with the need to have him inside me, and the velvety heat of his tongue making me so crazed my moans turned into greedy little grunts.
He pulled his head back to look at me, breathing hard. "Mara, damn, can you kiss."
"Mm, I love kissing you. It's so much more fun than it was with any other guys." I trailed my fingers down his back and up again, cradling his nape. "Especially Nico. He thinks he's a great kisser, but ugh, he really is not. I'm so grateful I found you---or fainted in your arms is more like it."
"I'm glad too." He brushed his lips over mine. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
The best thing that ever happened to him? Me? My throat grew tight and dry. No man I'd ever dated described me that way. Hearing Ollie say it gave me a warm feeling in my chest that bloomed outward, intensifying into a delicious, liquid sizzle.
"Make love to me, Ollie."
He kissed me again, and this time it didn't stop there. We shed our clothes without disentangling our bodies, which required quite a bit of twisting and pulling, but we got it done. He made love to me slowly, with a languid intensity that turned sex into more than physical pleasure. It became a joining of our bodies, our hearts, our everything, in a way I'd never experienced in my life. I'd known Ollie for less than a week, but I felt like we'd always known each other, like all the failed relationships and heartbreaks had been preparation for this moment, in this time, with each other.
We fell asleep together.
And we woke up together too. Ollie roused me with feathery kisses on my neck, moving lower and touching his lips to my skin more firmly when he realized I'd woken up. I lay there with my eyes closed, reveling in the decadent sensation of his mouth exploring my body, his tongue flicking out to taste me, his fingers following the same trail down my skin. By the time he got to my feet, I was wet and aching for him.
"Yes, Oliver," I moaned. "Please, yes."
He drew my little toe into his mouth and suckled it.
I gasped at the strangely exciting sensation. Nobody had ever done that to me before. It felt... "Ohhh, yes. Do more of that, Oliver."
Releasing my toe, he chuckled. "You like toe sucking. Who knew? I learn more things about you all the time, and every single of those things makes me hot for you."
