Chapter 24 Oliver
OLIVER
Her words caused an inferno inside me. I needed her mouth on mine, her tongue tangled with mine, her body on mine. I craved the closeness with her, the connection, and somehow, by some divine intervention, I remained patient and calm. “Good answer.”
She giggled and weaved her fingers through my hair, removing my hat and setting it on the counter. “Does that mean I’m allowed to kiss you now?”
“Yes, but—” I paused, honestly quite proud of my restraint. “I do feel like I need to ask first if you want to talk about what happened with your family or if you’re okay? I can listen if you want to chat. No, I want to listen. I want to be there for you.”
“Oliver?” She scooted closer to the edge of the counter, wrapping her legs around me and rocking into my very evident erection. My eyes about rolled back into my head as she did the action again.
“Hm?”
“I know we have a lot to talk about, and I really appreciate you asking, but that’s not what I want or need right now.”
“And what do you need?” I asked, my voice deep and gravelly. My cock throbbed with need, and my skin had a nice sheen of sweat all over it, yet I’d wait to make sure she was good.
“I need…to shower this flight off me and for you to come with me.”
“Fuck.” I inhaled, flashes of her naked wet body causing all the blood and rationality to leave my brain. “Yes. Fuck yes.”
She laughed as she hopped off the counter, but I couldn’t let her take a step away before I grabbed her throat and gently pushed her against the fridge. “What are—”
I kissed her hard, taking what I’d waited patiently for.
She gasped against my mouth, her hands finding my chest as she dug her nails into the fabric of my sweatshirt.
She parted her mouth, and I used that to slide my tongue in and taste her.
I sucked and nipped and kissed her so hard our teeth clashed together.
If any part of my mind doubted how insane our chemistry was, this proved I was right.
She was un-fucking-real. My body burned with want, my fingers trembling from my obsession with Sloane. She tasted like mint and coffee and moaned like every stroke of my tongue was ecstasy.
“God, you’re killing me.” I breathed against her mouth, not pulling away. Not even a little. Her lips were swollen from the force of our kiss, her eyes wild and dark and focused on mine.
I moved my hand from her throat to the side of her face, cradling her jaw as my thumb brushed her cheek. “This isn’t just heat for me, Sloane,” I murmured. “I’ve never wanted someone like this—never felt like I’d go insane if I didn’t get to touch them again. I need you to know that.”
Her breath caught. Her mouth parted, but no words came out. Her eyes were wide and filled with vulnerability. No walls put up, she took them down for me.
She nodded once, then kissed me again, softer this time, like she needed to show me she was in this too.
I deepened the kiss again, slower this time. I wanted to feel all of it. Every shift of her lips, every gasp, every press of her. She tilted her head, fingers sliding under the hem of my shirt, dragging over my skin without urgency.
“You’re not going anywhere,” she whispered, barely audible. “Right?”
I pulled back enough to look her in the eyes. “Not a chance.”
She exhaled, then she slid her fingers into my hair again and tugged me closer. “Good.”
And when her mouth met mine this time, it wasn’t wild. It was a promise, a sweet, tender unspoken “I trust you.” The quiet gentleness to her kiss caused a pang deep in my chest. I wanted to protect her. This woman was brave, strong, incredible, and so sexy.
She didn’t say anything as she slipped her fingers into mine and led me toward the bathroom. I followed, completely silent, still trying to absorb the fact this was real. That she wanted me here. With her. Like this.
I full-on spiraled the last twenty-four hours, assuming she ran from me without having a conversation. So this was a gift. One I would never take advantage of.
The soft thud of her bare feet on the tile echoed in my ears as we entered her bathroom.
The lights were low. Warm. She let go only to reach into the shower and turn the water on. Steam rose within seconds, curling around the edges of the glass door. She turned to me, cheeks flushed, eyes heated.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sloane. Let me worship you.”
I stepped closer and brought my hands to her waist, slow, careful, running my thumbs along the edge of her skin where her top met her stomach. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t look away. She nodded.
I lifted her shirt gently, waiting for her to raise her arms before sliding it up and off. Bra came next. She stood there in nothing but her panties, and I swear I could’ve dropped to my knees to thank her for letting me see her like this. Vulnerable. Sure of herself. Fucking radiant.
My hands moved to her shoulders, brushing softly down her arms. “You’re perfect,” I said. My voice sounded weak, shaky.
Her fingertips grazed the hem of my hoodie, tugging it lightly. “Can I?”
I nodded, and she peeled it off me with the same gentleness I’d given her. Her palms flattened against my chest for a second, like she needed to feel I was solid. Real. Here. I caught her gaze and leaned in to kiss her forehead, then her cheek, then under her jaw.
We undressed the rest of the way in silence, but it wasn’t cold. It was reverent. Soft. Like we were slowly giving each other permission.
She stepped into the shower first, and I followed.
The hot water hit my back, and I hissed out a breath—more from the shock of her in front of me than the temperature. Her eyes were closed under the stream, head tilted back, water trailing down her shoulders. I reached for the small bottle of shampoo and tipped it into my hand.
“Turn around for me,” I said, voice low.
She did, trusting me.
I moved behind her and slid my fingers into her hair, working the soap in gently.
She moaned a little and leaned back against my chest. I massaged her scalp, slow and tender, my fingers moving through her damp hair with care.
Sloane took care of so many others, always shouldering their burdens. I wanted to carry hers.
“Is this okay?” I asked against her ear, brushing a kiss to the side of her neck.
She nodded.
My hands shook as I rinsed the soap away. Not from nerves. From how deeply I felt all of it. Her skin. Her breath. Her body pressed to mine. Her trust.
I ran my palms down her arms. Then lower.
Every movement deliberate. Nothing rushed.
Every second I spent caring for her like this, I wanted more.
I grazed under her breast, noting how she gasped and leaned more into me.
Smiling into her neck, I nipped her skin right near her collarbone as I teased her.
Not quite giving her what she wanted but building the heat up.
“Oliver,” she moaned, trying to grab me, but I took her hands and placed them on the wall of the shower.
“Keep them there. This is your punishment for leaving me without a fucking word.”
I grazed each side of her breasts, then ran my palms over her nipples, causing her to let out that sexy sound again. “Yes, honey, I love how you react to me. Don’t hide a thing from me.”
I tugged her beaded points, then sucked her skin. I wanted my marks on her again, to see evidence of us being together. There was something about seeing the hickeys I left on her.
I kept my lips on her skin, moving my hands down and patting the sides of her wet thighs. “Spread your legs.”
She did, arching her back and grinding her ass into my cock. I used her movement and slid my fingers between her thighs, rubbing her clit a few times until I slid inside her. Her pussy tightened around me, her moans breathier as I curled my fingers at the end.
“Yes, Oliver, yes.” She panted now, her legs trembling against me as I continued to please her. “You feel so good.”
“That’s my girl,” I whispered, moving my free hand to cup her throat from behind. I felt every breath she took as I brought her closer to orgasm. She swallowed hard, attempting to move her hands from the wall. “No, I didn’t say you could move. Not until you come.”
“Unnng, that’s so hot,” she said, voice low and sultry.
I swirled my thumb over her clit, continuing my pace from earlier, and god, I focused on her. All of her. The scent of her shampoo, the taste of her skin, and the way she trembled. Her throaty moans and wet body would be my complete undoing. I’d give her anything she wanted.
“I’m so close. Oh god. I’m so—” She arched her back, and I leaned forward, turned her head, and captured her mouth with mine so I could taste her pleasure.
She shuddered against me, her body melting against mine as I held her up.
I never stopped. I touched her, kissed her, urged her on to get every drop of her orgasm.
“Holy shit, Oliver.” She leaned against me, her head on my shoulder, back pressed against my chest as she gasped for air.
The hot water dripped on my skin, steam billowing around us.
“That was…” She spun and stared up at me with water dripping from her lashes, thick dark lashes that framed her brown eyes.
Heat, want, and trust swirled in her eyes before she gripped the back of my head and slammed my mouth against hers.
“I want more of you,” she said between kisses, her frenzy fueling my own desire.
She was the first woman who wished I didn’t play football. She saw me and wanted me as I was, and that feeling was intoxicating. “Yes, honey, take whatever you want.”
She kissed my neck, tapping my side in what I understood as picking her up. I hoisted her around me, my cock jutting up and rubbing against her wet pussy. She stared down and took my cock in her hand, guiding me into her in a smooth motion. Fuck, she felt so good.
“Don’t hurt yourself, but I was gonna die if you weren’t inside me.”
“Glad we’re on the same page.”
I thrust into her, using the wall to hold her up as I fucked her.
It hadn’t been two days since the hotel, and I already felt like it was too long.
I gripped her hips and stared into her eyes as I pistoned into her.
My muscles clenched, and my heart raced with pleasure and need as she squeezed her legs around me, tugging me closer.
My skin tingled as the orgasm neared, but it wasn’t enough. “I need more, baby,” I rasped.
She pushed off the wall and rocked into me, taking complete control as she clenched around my cock.
Our bodies were wet and slid together as she arched up, her breasts right in my face.
I bent down and sucked one, thrusting into her deeper as she cried out.
“Yes, Oliver, oh my god, keep doing that!”
I sucked her nipple harder, going as hard and deep as I could while holding her. Then my orgasm hit me hard, and my ears rang. “Fuck, Sloane!”
My chest rose slowly, steadily, like my body had finally caught up to the moment.
The tension that lived in my shoulders was gone.
My arms were still around her, our skin damp, hearts syncing like they finally found the right rhythm.
I felt her breath on my chest, warm and even.
My muscles had gone soft, loose, like I’d run the longest route of my life and finally reached the end zone.
But this wasn’t exhaustion. This was release.
Relief. Connection. Something I couldn’t name that ran deeper than anything I’d felt before.
I’d had sex. I’d had good sex. But I’d never had this—the quiet after, the way my brain settled instead of spun, the way I didn’t want to move because every part of me still craved her.
Sloane. My hands were still on her waist, thumbs tracing lazy circles because I couldn’t stop touching her.
She looked up at me, eyes soft, cheeks flushed, and I knew with a clarity I couldn’t explain that I was fucked.
In the best way. Because the chemistry and connection had never been like this. Not with anyone else. Not even close.
“Hey.” She grinned sheepishly, a cute blush covering her face. “That was…”
“Yeah.” I matched her smile, grinning down at her before kissing her forehead. My cock was still inside her, and I knew we had to move, but I let the moment linger for a minute longer. “That was.”
She snorted and rested her forehead on my chest, our breathing synced as I ran my hand up and down her back. We stayed there a minute, maybe two, before she chuckled against my skin. “So much for washing.”
“I can tell you, your tits are very clean. I was thorough.” I hoisted her, sliding out of her and set her back on the ground. I didn’t remove my touch from her though. “Let me finish washing you. I did promise to help.”
After another ten minutes in the shower, we were both washed, cleaned, and wrapped in one of her soft white towels. She twisted her hair up in a towel, which looked like a towel crown, and her gaze met mine in the mirror. “What? This… I shouldn’t be doing this with you, right? It’s too soon.”
“No, I love it.” I ran a hand over my jaw, so fucking charmed with her. She didn’t have an ounce of makeup, and the fuzzy robe went up to her damn neck, yet she was so fucking pretty. “I like that you’re comfortable with me.”
“Huh.” She chewed the corner of her lip, pushing one hip out to the side. “I am. Didn’t even think twice about this.” She gestured to her robe and towel. “I don’t think I have any comfy clothes for you.”
“The nice thing about this is that I can run home.” I winked and leaned against the wall, continuing to watch her. She still wore the toe ring, and it almost made me into a foot guy. “But I’m fine in in this towel. It’s amazing. God, is this real adulting? Talking about fucking towels?”
Her eyes lit up in amusement as she walked by me. I took her hand, intertwining our fingers for a moment and staring at her hand.
She stilled and glanced up at me with questions on her face. “Are you always so touchy?”
“Pretty sure it’s my love language,” I replied, worried she’d pull away. “Is that gonna be a problem?”
She scrunched her nose in a cute little smile before stepping on her tiptoes and kissing me. “As long as we’re not in the office, no. Now come on. Let’s make some coffee and talk.”
Talk? A tug of worry pulled at me, but it eased when she looked at me with those warm eyes. I’d be here as long as she’d let me. I just hoped she truly meant she was open to us this time because I was too far gone for her to save myself. If she changed her mind and cut me off, I’d be devastated.