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Chapter Seventeen
“Ithink about you, Oleander. It’s been you for weeks.”
And just like that, any chance she had practicing self-control went out the window. He got off to thoughts of her. In some part of her mind, she understood it was completely shallow. But that was the thing she held onto. It was also sobering, to know this guy was so turned on by her he used her as inspiration to jack off whenever he could.
Ollie knew she was attractive, but this kind of desire, this kind of raw need for her was new and she felt breathless. Relationships didn’t mean anything about your desirable factor—it was about feelings and emotions and connections. One minute he was blushing and hiding himself, and the next he was sliding her dress up, telling her she consumed his thoughts as he jerked off. Ollie liked that she was getting to see all the different sides of Jackson, because it was insanely hot.
If Jackson moved his hand a few inches inwards and between her legs, he’d feel how wet she was for him. Ollie wasdripping. Sure, he wasn’t muscular and ripped, but Jackson was fit. He had definition and those arms…good god, she’d been drawn to his forearms already, but with the Splinter tattoo and muscles, she was completely captivated. And now that he was shirtless, his arms flexing and tattoo staring back at her, Ollie felt like she could come just by staring at Jackson a little longer.
Clearing her throat, Ollie wet her lips and lifted her eyes to Jackson’s as she spoke softly. “What am I doing in these thoughts?”
“Oleander,please…” his words made Ollie quiver, rubbing her thighs together.
“Jackson…it’s been a while for me too.” His eyes met hers and it was like he was checking to make sure she wasn’t lying, so Ollie nodded, wanting him to know she was in the same boat.
“Like this, really. Except you’re wearing a lot less.”
Ollie slid her hands down his chest. “What about you, what are you wearing?”
Jackson blushed, looking down at himself as he mumbled, “A condom?”
“Okay,” Ollie nodded and moved off the bed, watching as Jackson lifted his eyes to hers. She reached for the bottom of her dress and pulled it up over her head. She had on a sexy black lace bra and the most uncomfortable pair of Spanx. But Jackson didn’t take his eyes off of her.
Bending over, she pushed the Spanx down her thighs, groaning and wiggling at the frustrating struggle. She hadn’t expected them to end up in bed together, so Spanx wasn’t a well thought out thing. After all the dancing, she’d definitely sweated enough to cause her Spanx to roll up at the bottom and stick to her in all the wrong places. Once she got it off, Ollie kicked it aside as she straightened up, hands on her hips.
Oh yeah, she wasdefinitelyglad she’d worn these lucky panties. Because Jackson’s eyes widened as he looked at crotch. With anyone else, Ollie would have been a little nervous about how they’d react to her stomach curling over the waistband of her panties, but Jackson’s gaze never made her feel like she wasdisgusting.
“Holy shit, are those…”
She nodded. “Ninja Turtle panties for every day of the week? Yes, they are.”
“You’re wearing the wrong day, though.”
Ollie chuckled. “If you do it right, I won’t be wearing anything at all today.”
“You are truly the most perfect woman.”
“I do all right,” she said and gestured at his mostly clothed frame. “Now show me the rest ofyourperfect body.”
Jackson blushed, muttering ‘bossy’ under his breath. Ollie watched, completely distracted by his broad shoulders and arms flexing as he undid his belt and zipper, pushing his pants off. Her tongue swept over her lips as she took in his torso, not too bulky, but perfectly muscular and followed his happy trail to where it vanished into his boxers.
“Oleander.”
“Mhm, what?”
He sighed. “My eyes are up here.”
“What eyes? I only see a happy trail.”
Jackson laughed and it made her look at him, smiling at the blush spreading across his chest. “Do you plan on getting the rest of your things off?”
“In a minute, I’m watching something. Go on, don’t stop.”
“Babe.” Her eyes met his and Ollie shivered at the way he said the most random term of endearment coupled with the way he looked at her. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting the straps slide down her arms and onto the floor. “Welp.”
Ollie huffed out a laugh, “Take your boxers off already.”
“Bossy.”
