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“Nope,” Oliver said, his one-word answers signifying there were better things he’d like to do with his mouth than talk.
“What about Tess? Think she sensed anything?” She wanted to push all thoughts out of her mind and give in to the glorious sensations coursing through her at the feel of his lips against her flesh and the way he was gripping her waist, but she wanted to be sure he was sure. That he wasn’t getting cold feet about them, wasn’t worried about the others—especially his daughter—finding out. Because Carly wasn’t sure they could keep this to themselves for much longer. The attraction between them that day had to be noticeable. She’d caught quite a few curious looks from Rachel and Skylar and several disappointed ones from Sebastian as they’d watched her and Oliver work together.
“Tess was the one encouraging me to open up,” he said, sliding his hands lower to grip her ass. Her eyes widened in shock at the forwardness she’d never have expected from him, but certainly welcomed.
“So, I should stop overthinking right now?” she asked.
“Definitely stop overthinking,” he said against her lips, before kissing her again. He lifted her off her feet, carried her across the shed to the float and set her down on the platform.
“Wet paint,” she said too late.
Not that it mattered once Oliver’s mouth crushed hers again. Carly wouldn’t have cared if every inch of her was covered in the dark serpent-green-colored paint, and not just the ass of her jean overalls.
She moaned as her arms encircled his neck and she pulled him in closer to deepen the kiss. A kiss she’d thought about constantly over the last two days. Like the first one, the moment almost didn’t feel real, yet she definitely wasn’t imagining the taste of Oliver on her lips and the feel of his hands on her face. He smelled like cologne and sweat and his coveralls felt damp beneath her hands. She slid her hand in through the opening at his chest and explored the contours of his muscular, smooth chest. He was the kind of man who was naturally strong and sculpted without hitting the gym and Carly had always loved his build. He was definitely her type and she took the opportunity to touch his broad shoulders and wide chest, irritatingly restricted by the material.
His tongue separated her lips and dipped inside her mouth, exploring every inch and tangling with hers with a desperate hunger, as though he too had been deprived for far too long. He was such a great kisser, making her wish she’d been brave enough to make her move sooner, but he’d had to be ready.
He pushed himself between her knees and pulled her body toward his. She could feel the effect the kiss was having on him pressed against her leg. It may have taken him a while to get there, but he certainly seemed ready now.
But for what? Her heart raced. They’d shared their first kiss just days ago. Was this moving too fast, too soon? Or had the years of friendship been all the foreplay they both needed? They were both mature adults who knew what they wanted...
If he was ready to take things further, so was she.
He reached for the clasps on her overalls and unhooked them. The denim bib fell forward and the straps slid back off of her shoulders. Oliver pulled away to take in her body in the teal-green bra top that cupped her breasts nicely and exposed her thin stomach. He inhaled deeply. “Carly, this body isn’t fair.”
“Took you long enough to notice,” she said teasingly, slowly unzipping his coveralls down to his stomach.
“I was a fool, clearly,” he said, sliding his arms out of the fabric and lowering the coveralls down to his waist.
Carly eyed the muscular chest and six-pack abs, her pulse picking up speed at the sight. He was so incredibly hot. She’d always thought so and now she was getting to enjoy the view unfiltered. She no longer had to sneak peeks at him when he wasn’t looking or try to conceal the attraction she had for his physique. She ran a hand along his chest, lower down over his stomach, and saw him swallow hard. “I love your body,” she said. “So strong and sexy...”
Oliver slid a thumb under the strap of her bra top, sliding it slowly down over one shoulder. Then his finger traced the shape of her collarbone before he placed a kiss there. “You’re so soft,” he said, sliding the strap back up. He reached for the base of the bra top, and sliding his fingers below the fabric, he carefully lifted it over her head.
Her nipples instantly hardened at the exposure to the air and the intense desire running through her. Oliver took her in, a lust-filled expression on his handsome face. Carly reached for his hands and covered her breasts with them, desperate to feel his touch, to have his hands explore her body. Oliver massaged gently, then ran his thumbs over the hardened buds, increasing the pressure. She gripped his hips and a moan escaped her at the pleasure he was evoking. It had been so long since a man had touched her this way. Too freaking long, but she was glad to have waited for the man she really wanted. No one else could have made her feel this way. No one else’s touch would have ever been enough.
Slowly, his fingers moved away and grazed against the sides of her body, tickling her as they went. Goose bumps covered her skin despite the heat and humidity in the shed as he lowered his head between her breasts and kissed every inch of each one. She was practically panting when his mouth wrapped around her nipple and sucked.
The things this man could do with his mouth.
She clutched his head, fingers gripping his hair, commanding him not to stop. It felt so incredible and she never wanted him to quit.
He broke contact with her breast and reached for the overalls around her waist. He tugged at the fabric and she propped herself up to allow him to remove them the rest of the way. Her heart thumped in her chest as their clothing became scarcer. Were they really going to do this? Go all the way?
She wanted to.
Oliver grinned seeing her Little Miss Sunshine days of the week underwear. “These were a joke gift last Christmas,” he said, teasing her.
She shrugged. “Turns out, they are quite useful.”
“Except today’s Saturday, not Tuesday,” he said, nodding to the little blue cartoon creature boasting Tuesday’s ray of sunshine.
Carly laughed. “Are we really going to talk about my underwear?”
Oliver gripped her waist and pulled her toward him. “I could talk about your underwear all day long...but I’d rather see them on the floor.”
She swallowed hard as she nodded her consent, not trusting herself to vocalize it. She once again lifted her body to allow him to remove the underwear and she noticed his hands shook slightly as he did.
Was he nervous? She was. It had been a long time for both of them...and they were friends crossing a line they’d never crossed before.
