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“Carly, I’m coming,” he said a second later.
She let herself go as she pushed him over the edge, feeling the rippling of her own release just as she tasted his cum on her tongue.
Oliver’s body twitched under her and hers trembled over him. He reached for her waist and she sat up, turning her body to face him. Taking her hands, he pulled her toward him. She lay beside him on the platform and he held her close, kissing her forehead.
“I think we’re going to need to repaint,” she said.
“Worth it,” he murmured.
Definitely worth it.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
PUTTINGHERCLOTHESback on moments later, Carly felt her cheeks still flushed as she mostly avoided Oliver’s gaze, but sneaked several peeks in his direction.
She’d just been intimate with her best friend. The man she’d been in love with for so long. Really intimate. They’d gone from zero to a thousand in a matter of days. The last few weeks there had definitely been a new chemistry sizzling between them, something simmering just below the surface. A recently acknowledged attraction from him and the kiss in the bookstore had moved things forward, but now they’d taken a huge, giant leap, fueled only by hormones and passion and the sexual buildup of the last few weeks.
Her best friend had surpassed all expectations. His confidence and skill had surprised her. Not that she’d assumed Oliver was a bad lover, but he was usually so reserved and slightly grumpy; she hadn’t expected the complete transformation to sexy love god... Oh, man, she had to stop writing her Sealena stories before she started saying that shit out loud.
He’d driven her wild with his kisses, his touch, the way he’d made her orgasm... She was hot again just thinking about it.
But had they gone too far, too fast? In her mind, the physical connection was long overdue, as they’d had years of friendship to talk and share personal things, connect on other levels, and the whole thing had felt natural, felt right... But that day, things had definitely escalated. What did it mean? Had it been too impulsive? Did Oliver regret it now that the heat of passion was over? Worse, was this now just a physical thing—a friends with benefits situation? While that would be better than just friends, Carly wanted more, and for her, this transition had signified a move in that direction, but maybe Oliver was seeing things differently.
She had no idea what to say or do, so she was leaving it in his court as she slowly got dressed, taking her time with the buttons on her overalls.
She heard the sound of Oliver’s coveralls zipper, then the clearing of his throat... More throat clearing...Oh my God, Oliver, say something!
“So, um, that happened.”
She lifted her head to look at him. His face was flushed as well and his lips looked slightly swollen from their kisses. His hair was messed up and he looked sexier than she’d ever seen him. Her love for him had only grown through their intimacy. There was definitely some truth in the claim that once women had sex, they felt things even stronger, deeper... But she couldn’t tell him all that in response to what he’d just said, so she went with, “Yep.”
He nodded slowly, putting his hands in his pockets. “How are you feeling about it?”
They were going to debrief after their wild, impulsive passionate sex? She’d rather less talking and more touching, kissing... This gap between them now felt cold and slightly terrifying. The act had been amazing for her, but what if it hadn’t been as mind-blowing, earth-shattering for him?
“How should I be feeling about it?” she countered.
“Good, I hope,” he said nervously. “I mean, I hope I didn’t cross any lines or...”
She stopped his rambling by taking a step toward him and wrapping her arms around his neck. She needed to close the distance between them, reassure him and herself that the direction they were headed in was a good one—the one she wanted to go in. “I feel good.”
He looked relieved. “You do? You sure?”
She nodded, then searched his expression. “And you?” That was the big question. She knew how she felt. How she’d always felt. This was up to Oliver. He was the one who’d never shown this kind of interest before, the one who may not be completely ready to go all in.
“I feel good too,” he said gently, lowering his lips to hers.
Carly sank in relief into his arms as he continued to kiss her—with less intensity now, but a delicate passion that had her knees weakening and her heart soaring. She’d wanted this for so long and now it seemed as though they were both on the same page.
He pulled away slightly and stared into her eyes. “So...what now?” he asked.
“Well, I’d like to continue moving in this direction...see where it leads.” For her, that had always been the hope, the only choice. She was in love with him, and while she wasn’t going to reveal that just yet, she didn’t want to take a step back, didn’t want to retreat. Now that he’d shown his feelings, she was determined not to let him retreat either. Luckily, she sensed he didn’t want to.
“I think that’s a good idea,” he said, holding her close.
“Okay. Well, that’s the plan, then,” she said.
“Simple. Easy. No pressure,” Oliver said, kissing her softly between each word.
