Keaton
His kiss sent sparks of electricity all through me, lighting me up from the inside. My sudden need to babble was just as suddenly gone. All the plans and machinations I had been making disappeared.
“Right,” I whispered. There was no arguing with those blue eyes. “I’m staying right here.”
Olly looked like he wanted to say something, but he paused and bit his lip, one hand still holding me firmly in place. Then he moved abruptly away, striding off and leaving me to cradle my own cheek as if I could capture his warmth and keep it there.
Until I saw what he was doing.
Locking the office doors.
He moved efficiently, reaching up to trip bolts I couldn’t even reach at the top of the door and then bending to the very base, triple-securing them from opening even if someone had the key.
Only then did he turn back to me, and at the look in his eyes I actually found myself backing up against the wall.
“What’s the matter?” he asked. He looked like he was joking, but I could hear the undercurrent: that he was worried I had changed my mind about all of it. “Scared?”
“Nope,” I said, through a throat that was suddenly very dry.
He moved in close to me, leaning his hand against the wall above my head just like he had at Coleman’s house. I swallowed hard. He was so close to me that it was like the entire world was made up of Oliver Harvey.
I didn’t want to run away.
I lifted my hands and placed them flat on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing for a long moment.
He tilted his head down and kissed me again and it was like the whole world was ending.
I wouldn’t have been surprised if, when I opened my eyes, everything was gone: the office, the building, the city, all of it.
I had waited so long for this. I had built it up so much in my head. But the reality couldn’t even compare.
He was everything.
I felt like I was melting into him as he pulled me towards him, his arms no longer trapping me in but now embracing me, one huge hand braced against the small of my back.
He held me so tightly that I lifted just slightly off my feet and he didn’t even seem to notice, taking my weight like it was nothing just so he could kiss me deeper.
He broke away and searched my eyes, his own blazing with something indescribable. “Keaton…” he said.
We were beyond words. Beyond needing them to communicate. Which was good, because by now I knew Olly, and I knew that the most important things were the ones he didn’t say. But I knew what question he was asking me now.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “Yes, I want to.”
He lifted an eyebrow as if to question whether I really understood what he was asking, but I did. I knew I did. I reached up my arms around his neck and stood on the balls of my toes to kiss him, then purposefully walked him back a few steps so that we were more towards the center of the room.
“Where?” he asked, which was a pretty good question, considering where we were.
There were the chairs around the coffee table, but the table itself was low and the chairs, though comfortable, were not big enough for both of us. Certainly, there was going to be no lying down anywhere but the floor, and we walked all over that all day long in our outside shoes.
So, then, a different option. Not lying down. Bending over.
The desks were the perfect height.
I nodded my head in the direction of Olly’s desk, expecting to hear some objection about the fact that it was covered with work, but that didn’t seem to bother him.
At least, that was what I had to assume by the fact that he turned and strode over there, pushed all of the paperwork into one big heap at the side with a single sweep of his arm, and then looked back at me with a gaze so expectantly heated it almost boiled me alive.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. My voice sounded small and weak, but I wasn’t afraid.
I was so turned on, it was almost intimidating.
I took two steps towards him before Olly grabbed the front of my jacket and hauled me closer, half-sitting on the edge of his desk and pulling me flush between his legs.
I groaned at the feel of his hardness against my hip, unable to resist grinding my own hips forward so he could know I was just as ready for this as he was.
He engulfed me in a blazing kiss that stole my breath as his hands fumbled for the button on my jacket, then pushed it down over my shoulders.
I didn’t care about it crumpling as it hit the floor. I didn’t care about any of it. I pushed my hands up to do the same for him – and stopped, caught in my tracks by the feel of his massive shoulders under my hands.
He watched me admire him for a moment before he loosened my tie, pulled it off over my head, and went to work on my buttons.
I felt a moment of self-doubt – could he really be impressed by me, my physique, when I was standing next to what felt like a god?
– but that moment disappeared at the reverential look on his face as he dropped my shirt right on top of my jacket.
Olly nuzzled at my neck, dropping his head to kiss and nip my bare skin. I gasped and shuddered under his attention, my hands uselessly dropping to rest on his knees.
“Perfect,” he murmured, and I could have died on the spot.
He must have sensed I was having some trouble with getting my hands to function because he straightened and began taking off his own jacket.
I began to move back instinctively, giving him some room, but he grabbed me by the hips and yanked me back into place.
We both hissed at the renewed contact and friction between us, and the possessive growl that tore from his throat as he firmly placed my hands back on his knees all but undid me.
I watched with bated breath and wide eyes as he lifted his turtleneck up over his head, balling it into his fist and letting it sail across to the other side of the office.
The bunch and pull of his muscles was hypnotic.
Bare-chested, he was so much more than my imagination had ever been able to conjure: despite the years that had been and gone since his professional career, he still had the body of an athlete.
Thick muscles corded his arms and pumped up his chest and shoulders, and his stomach was ridged with six-pack abs I could have eaten dinner off.
He was perfect. Not me.
There was that feeling of inadequacy again.
Olly’s fingers found my chin and lifted it to look at him.
“You’re beautiful,” he said evenly. It was like he could read my mind.
Maybe he could – I’d never been all that great at hiding my feelings from my face.
It had gotten me into a lot of trouble in high school, where I ended up coming out against my will, and in college, where being out had seemed like an adventure but just ended in a lot of heartbreak.
I understood him there, at least.
“You’re…” My breath hitched in my throat. I couldn’t say the words. How could you tell someone they were like a god to you without them either freaking out or getting so big-headed there was never any talking to them ever again?
If he understood, he didn’t say another word. He just leaned down and kissed me again, drawing me up close to him, and this time when I laid my hands on his chest it was the warmth of his bare skin under my fingers.
Olly leaned back and cleared his throat sheepishly.
“What?” I asked. Panic lit me up from the inside. What was wrong? Had he changed his mind after all?
“I don’t have any…” he trailed off and seemed to stop searching for a better word. “Thing.”
“Anything?” I raised an innocent eyebrow to pretend I didn’t understand, but I couldn’t hold it for long. Not only did he look uncomfortable – I guessed, at the revelation that he’d started something he didn’t think he could finish – but I was also impatient myself.
I gave him a lazy grin and sauntered back over to my desk, opened the very bottom drawer, and moved aside two packets of staples and spare tape for my tape dispenser that I had placed there as decoys.
I could think of very little reason why anyone would look past staples and tape in search of anything else in the drawer.
But there was something hidden back there, as it turned out.
I walked back to Olly and placed two items on his desk – one on either side of him.
A box of condoms and a bottle of lube.
Olly raised his eyebrows. It was my turn to clear my throat. “Yeah, well, I like to be prepared for any eventuality,” I said.
He leaned past me to look back at my desk. “Any eventuality?”
“Let’s just focus on this one,” I suggested.
It was like showing a defenseless lamb to a wolf.
His mouth curved into a hungry grin, and before I could say another word, his hands were making short work of the button on my pants, pulling the zipper down, and sliding underneath my waistband.
Not just the waistband of my pants – but my briefs, too.
His hands didn’t stop sweeping around until they landed firmly on my ass, one on each cheek, his huge span almost covering both sides entirely. The warmth and heat of him –
Was nothing to the fact that he squeezed.
“Oh, god,” I shuddered, and I gave in completely.
There was no vanity here, no comparison anymore.
No feeling like I wasn’t worthy. No worrying about how I looked or whether I was moving too fast or too slow or any of the rest of it.
There was only desire, because Olly had swept everything else from my mind, and I was only too happy to jump into the raging river and be swept along, too.
I launched myself onto the balls of my feet to kiss him, almost overbalancing and sending him backward – but his arms were all the way around me and he steadied me easily, his hands kneading my ass in time with our kisses.
I fumbled to get my hands between us and undo his fly, needing to get him in my hands – except when I did, I found myself breaking away from the kiss to look down and stare.
And stare.