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“That’s when she threatened the program if I didn’t keep my mouth shut about what I saw, and for added measure, she told me to stay away from you.”
“When was this? Today?”
“Two days ago.”
“Why didn’t you tell me when it happened?”
“What were you going to do? Everyone thinks the baby is yours and that you’re together. We agreed to go along with it for now.”
She might as well have hit me given how my head spins, and my jaw aches from clenching my teeth together.
“Shit, Wren. You make me sound like an asshole.”
“I didn’t mean it like that. Our hands are tied. Dot thinks you’re hers.”
In a flash, I roll to hover above her, legs on either side of hers, and stare into her dark eyes, hoping she can see just how serious I am. “No. I’m fucking yours.”
Chapter12
Wren
The gravelly rumble of Oliver’s declaration causes giddiness and glee to spin inside of me. I open my mouth to respond when his lips cover mine, stealing my words.
He kisses me. Long and deep and urgent. I pull him closer, wholeheartedly craving all of him. This is why things have been so hard lately.
There’s not enough of this.
Oliver and me.
Alone.
His hand moves to my jaw, holding me in place for a beat or two longer. Then his lips lower to tease a strip of my neck. His hot tongue licks at my skin, then sucks it into his mouth and I gasp. Tingling sensations of pleasure shoot through my veins.
Not wanting to give in too soon, too fast, I pull away slightly. It would be so easy to let Oliver have me, and I’d enjoy every second of his hands on me, lips devouring me. But not yet.
Looking up at him, I’m unable to read anything but desire and truth in his features. He wants me as much as I want him. He hates every second of this hiding and being apart. And this right here, the way he’s looking at me, is enough to soothe some of the doubt breeding within me.
It isn’t enough to keep me from asking, “Are you mine? It’s hard to remember that when days go by without seeing each other. Our daily texts and calls aren’t enough.”
“I agree.” He lowers his body so every inch of him presses into me. The hard length of him rubs along the apex of my thighs and I whimper, not sure how long I can hold out.
He moans, “God, I’ve missed you.”
I haven’t had him inside me since the gym. I can’t count how many times I regretted not sleeping with him that first night here, in my home. I loved every second of what we did, and still I ache for him.
In the darkest moments of doubt, I sometimes wondered if the gym was to be our first and last time. But no. Tonight? Nothing will stop me from going all the way with him. Nothing.
“What are you going to do about it?” I buck my hips against his erection.
“Jesus.” He tilts his head back and stills, every muscle tight, as if any kind of movement might cause him to lose control.
My hand travels down his hard chest, wedging between our bodies until I palm his hardening cock. He hisses out a breath and, like a striking cobra, traps my bottom lip between his teeth, deliciously animalistic and raw.
His immediate and visceral reaction only incites me to stroke and squeeze his solid length through the cotton of his boxers. “These have to go.”
With his teeth, he nips at my pajama top, biting it, and mouths through the flannel. “You first.”
I laugh, and within seconds we’re both naked, in the dark. I break our kiss and fumble for the light switch. He grabs for me and his fingers lightly graze my arm, but I’m just out of reach.
