Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
CAROLINA
M y skin had been tingling ever since Oliver interrupted my dance with Xander. I couldn't stop thinking about that declaration he made before walking out of the room. We were going to find out if our one night was real or a fluke.
I'd waited for him to return, but he hadn't. He was waiting for me.
The thought sent my heart racing. I couldn't believe I'd agreed to his plan of one more night. I'd enjoyed that he'd been jealous of me walking in on Eli's arm, then later dancing with Xander. But it was harmless. His brothers were business associates, but Oliver was something else entirely. Something I kept under wraps and just for myself.
Oliver Wilde was mine for the night, and I couldn't wait to be alone with him. When it was acceptable, I said my goodbyes, thanking the Wildes for another amazing stay and promising to recommend their location to my clients.
Then I took several deep breaths as I forced myself to walk to my room at a normal pace. If anyone was watching on a video, I wanted them to see a calm, confident woman. Not one who was jumping out of her skin for what she was about to do—sleep with a man for a second night. I was having an affair. It should have felt dirty, but instead it was exhilarating. I felt freer than I had in a long time. I was giving into my desires. I was finally living my life.
I'd always been so careful about everything. The college I went to. The job I took. I didn't do anything risky, and this thing with Oliver felt like stepping off a cliff. I knew what was coming, and it was coming faster than I'd like, but I couldn't stop myself from doing it. I was powerless when it came to resisting Oliver Wilde.
I scanned my keycard at my door, then closed it. I picked up the clothes I'd discarded earlier. Then I debated whether I should change or stay in the dress I'd worn to the charity function.
I always traveled with a fancy dress in case I needed to attend an event, and it came in handy tonight. Eli had no idea what he was doing when he invited me to his sister's event. He'd inadvertently placed me and Oliver in the same room again.
My hands shook as I sank onto the couch in front of the windows and texted Oliver.
Carolina: I'm in my room.
Oliver: Be right there.
My nerves strung tighter. Would it be different than last time? Instead of coming here together, we'd made plans to meet in my room, and I was waiting on him. It made everything more heightened somehow. It gave me too much time to think.
Before I could decide what to do about my dress, he knocked on the door. I checked the peephole before opening the door for him.
Gone was the suit. His hair was slightly damp as if he'd just gotten out of the shower, and he wore a black T-shirt stretched tight over his chest and shoulders and worn jeans. Had he thought about me while he was in the shower?
I closed the door behind him, shutting out the rest of the world.
Oliver stepped close, turning me so he could press me against the cool metal door. "I've been thinking about this moment for months."
My entire body flushed hot. It was gratifying to know that he was suffering just like I'd been. I wasn't in this alone. It wasn't an anomaly. "Me too."
My hands touched the door as he cupped my cheek and kissed me. Oliver wasn't wasting any time. All my worries and concerns melted away.
I felt every ridge of his muscle and the outline of his cock against my belly. I squirmed, needing more contact.
He easily lifted me so that my legs naturally went around his waist. He ground his cock against my pussy through the layers of clothes.
He smelled like soap and shampoo, clean and inviting. I moaned into his mouth as he continued to kiss me, deeper this time, as if he was staking his claim. He was cajoling me to forget about other men. I was his at least for tonight, and it was intoxicating.
He rested his forehead against mine. "I want to fuck you against this door. But I don't want to rush anything."
My pussy spasmed at his dirty promise.
He slowly lowered me to the floor, then grabbed my hand, leading me over to the king-size bed.
"This is the same room we had last time." There was a tremor in my voice.
"When I saw you were listed as the organizer for the conference, I made sure you were in the same room."
"Oh." I wasn't sure what that meant. Had he intended for this to happen all along ?
"My plan was to avoid you."
I licked my lips. I didn't like the sound of that, but I understood the thought process behind it. He tried to resist me, but it was impossible. I felt the same way. "But you changed your mind?"
"The second you walked into the ballroom on Eli's arm. I've never experienced that level of frustration before. I couldn't let you move on with someone else. Especially not one of my brothers. I can't claim you in public. I don't have anything to offer you outside of this."
"You're all I want. However I can have you." The words were true. I didn't have anything to offer him either. I felt a little damaged and a lot broken over my father's treatment of my family. I didn't trust easily. But I trusted Oliver to take care of my physical needs. Now that I knew he'd felt the same way over the last few months, I could relax and let go with him. Enjoy one more night with a hot stranger. The memory would keep me warm over the cold winter months.
Then he was on me, kissing me as he pushed me to lay on the bed, his body hovering over mine. I widened my legs, hoping he'd press my body into the mattress. Instead, he kept his body tantalizingly away from mine.
"I missed you. I missed this," he murmured as he kissed my jaw, then down my neck. His hands fumbled with the hem of my dress. He pulled back to slowly lift it over my head. I wore only panties.
His fingers lifted the strap and pulled it over my hips and off. Then he took a second to look his fill. "You're absolutely gorgeous. The reality is so much better than my memories of you."
I hummed because I felt the same way. His eyes were a piercing blue, his hair a tad longer than the last time I'd seen him. I wondered if he'd grown it out for me. I couldn't help but notice that I was naked, and he was still fully dressed.
I'd never been so vulnerable in front of a man, and it only heightened my desire, increased my awareness. I tugged his lips down to mine, not nearly done with exploring his mouth.
He kissed me while his hand cupped one breast, his thumb strumming over the hard nipple, before drifting lower between my legs. He pulled back slightly. "You're soaked."
"I've been dreaming about this for a long time." Wondering if it would be the same as last time, hoping it wasn't something I'd built up in my head.
His eyes darkened. "Me too."
There was a softening between us, an acknowledgment that we both felt the same way. It wasn't a mistake or a one-time thing. We were explosive together. I didn't know what that meant. But I wasn't willing to walk away from it yet.
My fingers drifted under the edge of his T-shirt, touching his warm skin, gliding over his rigid muscles. His body was a landscape I wanted to explore, and we had all night.
He lowered his mouth so that he sucked on one nipple, then the other. I pulled up his shirt, needing it off.
He reared up, the cool air caressing my wet skin as he pulled it the rest of the way off. Then he shoved down his jeans and boxer briefs. His skin was tan and hard. I wanted to run my hands over every inch of his body and follow them with my tongue.
But when his mouth returned to my nipples, I held him tight to me. I didn't want to let him go. I felt like I'd been let free and would drift away if he wasn't holding me down.
When he moved lower, I widened my legs to accommodate his broad shoulders. He breathed me in, and for once, I wasn’t self-conscious, I felt powerful.
I'd never felt more beautiful or desired. Oliver made me feel like a woman, and I'd been ignoring my needs for too long. He'd set off a firestorm in my body in April, and I needed him to put it out. I couldn't go on like this, with thoughts of him filling me up, taking over my mind.
When he licked me, all thoughts disappeared. There was nothing but the feel of his tongue, the scruff on his face against the soft skin of my thighs, and eventually his fingers pumping inside of me. The combination was lethal and had me racing toward an orgasm. I wanted to hold back, but I couldn't. Oliver knew how to play my body, and I was powerless against the onslaught.
I arched my back when the orgasm struck, then fell to the bed, my body spasming out of control. I was vaguely aware that he wiped his mouth and climbed up my body, smoothing a condom over his dick, then holding it to my entrance.
When I recovered, I went up on my elbows so I could watch as he fed his cock into my body. It slid easily inside, and it felt as good as I remembered. Maybe even better.
Then he eased out to the tip, sliding slowly back inside. He was torturing me, making me wild with desire. I lowered my body, moving my hips, urging him to go harder, faster. "Oliver."
"I've got you, babe." He lowered his body over mine as he continued to move in long, sure glides. His muscles were bunched tight, his face a mix of concentration and desire.
My hand touched his cheek, marveling at his hard angles against my soft curves. He turned his head and kissed the palm of my hand, the tender gesture a sharp contrast to the thrust of his dick inside me.
"I want you on your knees." If anyone else had said that to me, I would have hesitated and wondered about the meaning. Instead, he pulled out, and I immediately turned over to my stomach. He banded an arm around my middle, and lifted me so that I rested on my hands and knees. A vulnerable position, one I didn't do with many guys.
Oliver kissed his way down my spine, then leaned back, touching the cheeks of my ass and spreading them so he could watch his cock enter me.
I felt out of control with desire as he continued to move, in and out, his movements getting jerkier and a lot harder. I enjoyed every second of it. I was pulled taut, everything coiling inside of me in anticipation of a second release.
I panicked, wondering if it were even possible in this position. But Oliver, reached around, circling my clit, and I jerked under his touch, the orgasm washing over me in huge waves. I was in the throes of my pleasure when he thrust one more time, deep, then emptied himself into the condom.
It wasn't as good as when we went bare, but I knew he didn't want to take that risk again. He was worried even though I was on birth control. I didn't know what his story was, but I'd respect his decision when it came to protection.
I fell to my stomach with him on top of me. Then he kissed my shoulder, pulling out slowly with a pop, then moving toward the bathroom to take care of the condom.
I rolled over, my breath still coming in short pants. I rested a hand over my belly feeling deliciously worked over. There were abrasions on my skin from the scruff on his jaw, and my pussy was a little sore. I hadn't been with anyone since Oliver. He'd ruined me for other men.
When he returned, he brought a warm washcloth, sweetly cleaning me before discarding it. Then he pulled me against his chest. "I haven't been with anyone since?—"
I turned my head so I could see his face. "Me too."
"I haven't been able to get you out of my head."
"So much for a one-night stand, huh?" Our intentions were good, but the reality changed everything.
"You're not what I expected, but then again, I've never done anything like this. I'm usually cautious. I analyze all the angles, evaluating the pros and cons before I make a move."
"Maybe you can't do that with something like this. You can only go by instinct." And my instinct was telling me to stay the night with him, to cuddle up close, and never let go. But that was a dangerous proposition. He didn't want more, and I knew better than to desire it. Anything could be taken from you in a second. It was best not to get too attached .
"Maybe."
I rested my head on his shoulder, enjoying the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my palm.
He played with the strands of my hair resting on my back. "I want to stay the night. Like last time."
"I want that too." I wanted everything, but I'd never voice that out loud. This thing between Oliver and me was temporary. A night here or there when I was in town. It could never be anything more. But I could see it sustaining me for the long weeks and months in between. If I knew I had Oliver waiting for me in Colorado, it would get me through anything.
I couldn't forget that my sister needed me. My goal was to offer her a job and health insurance, so we'd have security. We wouldn't need a man to support or take care of us. We could be independent. That was the one thing I learned from my mom. Never depend on a man. So I created my own life, made my own money, and I wanted to help Ginny to do the same.
That's why this thing with Oliver couldn't go any further. My life was in Maine, and his was here. We'd never sever the ties that bound us to our families, and I'd never ask him to. But I could enjoy this night with him and look forward to one more at the end of the year.