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Soft lips, his insistent tongue, the little hum he makes. There’s nothing better. My hands are greedy, roaming over him. I can’t get enough. I can’t get close enough to him to be satisfied.
He wraps his arms around me, and I soak in the comfort.
A scream makes my entire body jerk, and I sit up in bed. Confusion reigns for a moment while the dream fades. Did I hear a scream? Was it in my head?
“Alden?”
A bang comes from down the hall, and my brain catches up. Not Alden. Alden’s gone. Oliver.
I scramble out of bed and rush down to check on him. His door is closed, but I can hear his heavy breathing from the other side. He must be having a panic attack.
The hall light spills into the room when I open the door, illuminating where Oliver sits on the floor, dressed only in a pair of boxers. He’s balled up against the end of the bed, terror distorting his face. His hands are clamped over his ears.
He jumps so violently when I touch him that I’m afraid he’s having a seizure, but that isn’t it. Recognition shows on his face when he looks at me, and he cautiously removes his hands from his ears. “It was so loud. Did you hear it?”
The nightstand beside the bed has been toppled over. That explains the bang I heard. “It’s okay. It’s just the table. You must’ve kicked it in your sleep.”
“No, the guns. The gunshots. It was so fucking loud. They echoed. What if they never stop echoing?”
I kneel in front of him. “You’re alright. It was a nightmare.”
Goosebumps line his skin. “The blood. I’m dying.”
“Oliver, look at me.” Tormented eyes stare into mine. “You had a nightmare. There are no guns here. No blood. You’re okay. I promise. It’s just me and you.”
His tongue darts out to lick his lips. “A nightmare.”
“That’s right.”
I know better. It wasn’t a simple nightmare. He’s remembering.
Right now, I want to calm him down, make sure he knows he’s safe. We can talk about it later.
He stands up and returns to the bed, sitting on the edge. His body trembles, and he runs his hands through his hair. “Fuck. It was so real.”
When I take a step, he reaches out for me. “Can you stay for a minute?”
“I’m not leaving.”
My heart is trying its best to slow down. After being yanked from a dream of Alden loving me, my emotions are raw. “Music?” I suggest. It’s what usually helps him calm down.
He reaches for his phone and music begins playing through his bedside speaker. With a sigh, he lies down, his hands behind his head. I push the door until it closes enough to block out most of the hallway light, leaving the room dim.
It’s silent as I climb into bed and lay my head on his bare chest. He brings one of his arms down to tuck it around me. We lie there without talking, comforting each other while his heartbeat slows beneath my ear.
Oliver looks away from me and a soft shudder of his chest tells me why. I reach up and run my hand down his jaw, turning his head to face me. Tears spill down my cheeks while I wipe his away. God, those eyes. So hauntingly familiar, but not the same. Heavy with anguish and suffering.
He runs his thumb along my cheekbone, brushing away a tear. I’m not sure which of us moves first. I’ll probably argue that in my head for years to come. Maybe it doesn’t matter.
He keeps his hand on my cheek while our lips meet. My eyes fall closed. Warmth floods through me as his cool lips press against mine once, twice, three times. It’s short and sweet and heartbreakingly tender.
He rolls to face me, and I can’t resist his lips again. He lets out a little moan when I slide my tongue in to find his. The long, slow kiss obliterates my senses. Soft lips move over my jaw, down to my neck. The rasp of scruff along with the hot, licking kisses kills any chance that I’m going to put a stop to this. I throw my leg over his, getting as close to him as possible while he works his way back to my mouth.
It’s been so long since I’ve been kissed like this. My body cries out for attention, for his touch. He sucks in a quick breath when I press my hips forward, rubbing myself against his hard bulge. The heat of it through my thin shorts makes me ache to have it inside me. He stares down at me for a moment, then slips his hand down between my legs.
Staying outside my shorts, he puts pressure in exactly the right place, and for a second, I think I might come just from that. It took my sex drive months to come back, but now it’s roared to life, demanding and desperate. He pauses when I grab his wrist.
Before he can say anything, I pull his hand up and slide it under my shorts and panties. He delivers another deep, scorching kiss as he slips his finger over my clit.
