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I took in a shaky breath. “We’re going to get out of this car, and you have two choices. One: I get back in the front seat, you go up to your apartment, and I drive away. We don’t speak of this again. Two: we go up to your apartment together, and I fuck you until morning. You choose.”
I didn’t look at him again as I got out of the car. Oliver got out behind me and shut the door. I waited, doing my best to ignore the discomfort in my pants, for his answer.
He didn’t say anything.
My hands balled into fists. I guess I had been wrong.
I had just opened the driver’s side door when he cleared his throat. “Are you coming, or not?”
Chapter Four
We were on each other before the apartment door closed. I pulled him to me, nearly falling back the wall.
He kissed me like a dying man. My hands roamed his body on their own accord, enjoying the firm muscles of his back. I slid them down to his ass, moaning as it filled my hands.
Oliver’s hands were warm against my neck, holding me in place. His hips rubbed against my body, but I didn’t think he was conscious of it. This was a version of him I had never seen, not even when the girls he took home were grinding against him. Lust was pouring from his skin, and I wanted to taste it.
I took one hand off his ass and snaked it into his hair, wrapping it through my fingers. I gave him a gentle tug, just enough to get him to tilt back his head. His eyelids were heavy, and he stared up at me through his long lashes. A tiny V formed between his eyebrows and he tried to lean in to kiss me again, but another tug kept him back. He whimpered, and it was all I could do to keep from losing it.
“How much have you had to drink?” I hated the words as they flew from my mouth; hated what they meant. I didn’t want him to be drunk, because if he was drunk we would have to stop, and I was afraid of what he would say once he sobered up.
His frown deepened, and he shook his head. “I’m not drunk.”
“How much?” I repeated.
He rolled his eyes, but this time he gave me an answer. “Two gin and tonics with dinner, and one at the bar.”
I hesitated. Three drinks over 5 hours weren’t bad, especially since he had eaten. But he had seemed drunk when he first got in the car. “Oliver,” he shivered as I said his name. “We can’t do this if you’re drunk.”
“I’m not,” he insisted. He leaned forward again, and this time I let him. He rested his head against my shoulder, his lips tickling my skin. “I just needed some liquid courage,” he whispered. “Logan and I have been talking about this for months.”
“Talking about what?”
His hand balled up my shirt. “About having sex with a guy,” he admitted.
“I thought you said you aren’t gay.”
“I just…have been curious about it recently.” He leaned away, tightening his grip on my shirt to pull me close to his face. “And you ruined my chance to try it, so you have to take responsibility.”
My heart was at war with my mind, but, more than anything, there was something dangerous burning in my gut. Hope. Hope that maybe I actually had a chance with him. And hope makes us do crazy things.
“Oliver.”
I felt a slight quiver in the hand that held my shirt. “What?”
“Where’s your bed?”
If it wasn’t for the blood rushing into my cock, I would have taken my time stripping Oliver. I would have unwrapped him, layer by layer, drowning him with kisses and dragging my tongue against his skin. As it was I took a more…direct approach.
My clothes came off in seconds, and I practically yanked his shirt over his head. I pushed him back against the bed as he wrestled with his pants. The only things I still wore were my underwear and socks, though I’m sure my briefs did little to hide my erection. There was a part of me that still thought he would change his mind, and it made me hesitate to fully bare myself to him.
Oliver did not have the same reservations. He tossed his own pair of boxers onto the floor, and stared at me, expectant. God, he was beautiful. Every part of him. He was letting me see all of him, and I didn’t want to waste a moment of it.
I ran my fingers through my hair, holding onto my last scrap of sanity. “You sure you want to do this?”
He scoffed. “What? You scared?”
And there went my sanity. I was on him in an instant, caging him in with my body. He smelled of sweat and Armani cologne, and I was going to commit his scent to memory.
