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The first lick arched my back, every nerve ending singing in response, and then he dove in for real. His hand gripped my thigh, rocking me against him until I was copying the motion. The heat that’d been neatly bundled away until now broke out, stretching until it seemed to cover me entirely.
He didn’t pause either, diving in like someone starved, and with every flick and suck, he dragged me closer to the edge. Then his hand came up, rolling the nub at my entrance, and the band in my stomach snapped. I barely had a chance to tug on his hair in warning before the wave crashed over me. He didn’t pull away, though, instead guiding me to rock into him.
When the last aftershock hit, I slumped against him. His arm wound around me, stroking against my back as he sighed with pure satisfaction.
“I love doing that.”
I cracked an eye open, some of my brain cells functioning enough to ask. “Why? Most guys hate it.”
Harvey certainly had.
He shrugged, curling me closer when I shivered from the nip to the air. “I don’t know, to be honest. I like watching the effect I have on my partners without the distraction of my own arousal. It means I’m doing something right.”
Humming in agreement, I yawned, curling into the hollow of his throat. “What is your opinion on afterglow cuddles?”
He tucked me closer in answer, his chin coming to rest on my head with a chuckle. “That I’ll happily soak in them all day if you let me. Get some rest, Jen. We‘ll have other times like this.”
I sure hoped so.
The topic of Harvey still nipped at the back of my mind, but I forced it back. I’d have plenty of time to worry about him later. Right now, I want to enjoy this.
Chapter 11
Hours later, I woke up from my power nap and took in my surroundings. Oliver and I still lay on the couch, his soft snores rumbling from below me. It’d long since shifted to nighttime, and the chill was probably what woke me up.
Reaching for my pants, I carefully worked them on without waking him. Once I was warm again, I turned my focus to him.
In sleep his features were relaxed, as if he didn’t have a care in the world, and without a doubt, I could get used to this. The couch wasn’t the most comfortable place for a nap, but the only noise throughout the house was his breathing and the soft chirp of crickets outside.
It was peaceful, and for what felt like the first time since the entire Harvey mess happened, I felt truly safe. This was a haven for us, and nothing could break into it. As long as we were tucked away, this wasourbubble.
Maybe he’d be willing to stay over more often? It’d be nice, having this as a regular part of my day.
As if he could sense me thinking about him, Oliver stirred. His even breathing stopped on a snort and he dragged his eyes open, the orbs hazy. When they met mine, a dopey smile curled his lips, and he laughed.
“That’s a sight I could get used to.”
A flutter flashed through me, and I half hid in his chest. “I could say the same to you,” I said, voice quiet and muffled from being shoved into his shirt. He didn’t seem to mind.
He glanced at the window and grimaced, stretching without pushing me off. “I should probably head home soon, it’s dark already.”
Immediately, I wanted to hold him tighter and refuse to let go. It was selfish, but having him here made me feelsafe. After the past few months of being on edge and waiting for the other shoe to drop–not to mention the new fear of Harvey’s recent attack–I wanted to cling to that safety for a bit longer.
Oliver noticed my tightened grip and raised a brow, his hand coming to rest on my back as he asked. “You want me to stay?”
There wasn’t a hint of judgment to his tone, but my cheeks heated all the same. Hiding further into his chest, I mumbled. “I’m a grown woman; I shouldn’t need anyone to be here with me to feel safe. If you want to head out, you can.”
I hated saying that even as the words left my lips. Being alone was the absolute last thing I wanted, but I couldn’t be too clingy. We’d only just started a relationship; I didn’t want to scare him off…
His eyes softened and he tucked a finger under my chin, gently pulling my eyes back to his as he spoke. “That isn’t what I asked, Jen. Do you want me to stay? I don’t care about anything else but that.”
I swallowed hard, unable to look away now that he’d caught my gaze, and nodded. “I do.”
He smiled, bending forward to kiss my cheek. “Then I’ll stay…” He glanced down at his clothes with a shrug, “though I don’t have anything to change into.”
Unburying myself from his chest, I asked. “Do you have work tomorrow?”
He grimaced. “I do, later in the day. I could go home in the morning and get clothes then?”
