Chapter 12 Oliver
oliver
It’s official. Cydney’s moving in with me, and I couldn’t be fucking happier. Well, I could if she were wearing my ring, but I’ve already got a plan to make that happen, so I’m biding my time.
She’s got her hair up in a messy knot, bright turquoise leggings hugging every curve, and a shirt that says “Do Not Disturb Until Caffeinated,” even though she’s already downed half a carafe before I made it to the bakery.
Two seconds in and she’s barking orders like a five-foot-tall general with a vendetta against empty wall space.
The universe’s cruel joke? I’m so obsessed with the way she makes this place feel alive, I’d carry every last box by hand up twelve damn floors just to make her happy.
Not that I’m letting her do any heavy lifting. Not on my watch.
I wedge the biggest box between my arms and my chest, nearly popping a vertebra in the process.
“Careful,” Cydney pipes up from behind, “that one has my fancy pots in it.”
“I’ll treat it like spun glass,” I grunt, deliberately flexing as I haul the box into the elevator. She snorts behind me, balancing a bag of throw pillows on one hip and waving a rainbow shower caddy like a traffic conductor.
“I hope you don’t mind pillows.” She gives me a look, full of mischief. “I love decorator pillows.” She bites her bottom lip and shoots me her come-hither look that causes my cock to turn to stone. “They really make me… happy.”
I can’t resist the dirty comeback. “I live to make you happy, sweetheart.” I drop the box in the hallway and turn to drag the pillows from her grasp. I drop them on the sofa and pull her into my arms. “Now, stop torturing my ass so we can get your shit moved.”
She laughs, loud and bright, her head tipping back so I get a perfect view of her throat. For a second, I just stand there and stare, totally caught up in the way she lights up the whole damn apartment with nothing but a smile and a handful of pillows.
I rally. Gotta stay focused if I want to survive this move-in without throwing my back out or spraining something more vital.
We tackle the next round of boxes like a well-oiled team, but I make damn sure Cydney doesn’t lift anything heavier than a throw blanket. If I even think she’s about to haul something awkward, I snatch it out of her hands before she can blink.
She rolls her eyes and tries to lecture me about “partnership” while I carry three full tubs of baking supplies in one trip. I catch her trying to drag a laundry basket down the hallway and swoop in before she gets five feet.
“Oliver, I’m not made of glass,” she grumbles. My girl is full of fire, I’ll give her that. But there’s not a chance in hell I’m letting her lift heavy shit, not when I can do it for her. I snatch it away while the glare she throws my way could melt steel.
“You’re going to spoil me,” she huffs, all bluster and sass, but her eyes are sparkling.
“That’s the plan.” I wink at her, then haul the basket into the bedroom like it’s filled with feathers instead of what has to be her entire collection of books.
Cydney tromps in behind me, hands on her hips, lips twitching like she’s trying not to smile. “If you keep this up, I’m going to be spoiled rotten.”
I drop the basket and turn, crowding her up against the door.
“That’s the idea.” I nuzzle her hair, and she wraps her soft arms around my waist. I let myself soak it in.
The feel of her pressed against me, the faint vanilla-sugar scent of her hair, and that wild, contented little sigh she lets slip when she thinks I’m not listening.
I slide my hands down to cup her ass and haul her closer.
I could hold her here for hours. Hell, forever.
“You’re home now, sweetheart.” My voice comes out rougher than I mean for it to, but I don’t care. “You get used to letting me take care of you, or I’ll just have to keep reminding you.”
She laughs, nose scrunching up in a way that’s so damn cute I almost lose my train of thought. “You’re impossible, Burkhardt.”
“That’s not what you were screaming last night.” I drop my head and nip her jaw, loving the way her body melts against mine.
Her cheeks go cherry red, but her eyes spark pure mischief.
“I seem to remember you loudly professing how much you enjoyed my talented little tongue.” Fuck.
My cock wakes up and urges me to forget all about moving.
Or better yet, I could pay someone to do this shit and concentrate on my girl instead.
I grab her jaw and drag her up for a filthy, tongue-tangling kiss. “Keep talking like that and I’ll bend you over the moving boxes and fuck you until you scream the damn building down.”
She moans, goes limp in my arms, but she’s got that stubborn glint in her eye. “You said you wanted to finish moving today. I’d hate to screw up your to-do list, boss man.”
“Sweetheart, fucking you IS my to-do list.” I back her into the wall, pin her there with my hips, and drag my hands down her sides. Every little curve, every shiver, belongs to me now. “You want to test me?”
She grins, pure trouble. “Maybe I do.”
Fucking hell. I don’t know whether to haul her straight to the bedroom or fuck her right here on the floor.
My cock is already hard as iron and threatening to burst out of my jeans.
I let go of her hips and yank her shirt up and over her head, drinking in the view of her perfect tits under the thin cotton bra.
Fuck, she’s so beautiful I almost forget where I am.
I want to rip that bra clean off and bury my face in her cleavage until she begs for mercy.
Instead, I hook my finger under the strap and snap it, just to hear her gasp. Her eyes go wide, cheeks flushed, breath coming faster. I can barely keep my hands steady as I drag the bra down her arms and toss it somewhere behind me.
Her nipples are already tight, begging for my mouth. I suck one into my mouth and bite down just hard enough to make her yelp and arch against me. I palm the other tit, rough and greedy, rolling the sensitive peak between my fingers while she trembles in my arms.
“God, Oliver.” Her voice comes out wrecked, desperate. “You’re supposed to be helping me move boxes, not undressing me.”
“Plans change,” I breathe against her soft skin. I bite the tip of her nipple and grin at the way she shivers. “You want me to stop?” My voice is rough, full of warning. Like there’s a world where I could walk away from this. From her.
She looks up at me, brown eyes wide and pupils blown. “If you stop, I’ll kick your ass.”
She’s fucking perfect. “I love you.” I yank her leggings down her hips, dragging the thin fabric over her thighs slowly just to tease her. The second I see she’s not wearing panties, my cock nearly bursts out of my jeans. “Fucking perfect.”
She grins, wild and greedy, wriggling her hips so I have to grip her tighter. “You told me to wear something easy to take off.”
“Smart girl.” I press her ass to the wall and spread her legs wide.
I reach between us to fumble with my jeans.
It takes two tries for me to wrangle them down to my hips and free my painfully hard cock.
The second I get my cock out, she moans, loud and needy, and her legs snap around my hips like she’ll die if I don’t fuck her right now.
Her pussy is already glistening, and the scent of her arousal just about knocks me sideways.
“Christ, look at you,” I growl, running my thumb over her slick folds. She’s so wet for me, I slick my cock through her heat twice just to torture both of us. The head swells, thick and flushed, and I almost lose my mind when she rubs herself against it and begs for more.
“Please.” Her wrecked, desperate voice wraps around me, and that’s all it takes for me to lose my goddamn mind. I line my cock up with her wet opening and ram inside her with one savage thrust. As I bottom out, her silky walls strangle the fuck out of my shaft.
She screams my name and digs her nails into my shoulders. Hell yes. I fuck her deep, hard, relentlessly driving every inch of my cock inside her until I can’t tell where I end and she begins. Her sweet pussy squeezes me so tight I nearly come.
Cydney throws her head back and screams my name at the top of her lungs. Music to my fucking ears. Every thrust slams her perfect ass into the wall, rattling the frames so hard I’m shocked they don’t drop to the floor.
I grab her thighs and spread her even wider, pinning her up so she’s helpless against me. Her nails rake my shoulders, and the sting drives me wild. "Oliver! Oh my God, right there, don’t you dare stop!"
She’s a wild, writhing, greedy mess, and I fucking love her like this. Every bounce of her tits, every shudder of her body, every filthy moan that pours out of her mouth just drives me harder. My vision goes white as I pound into her, unable to slow down if my life depended on it.
“That’s it, Cydney. Take it. Take every inch of my cock,” I growl, fighting to hold on as her gorgeous body devours me.
She’s so fucking tight, wet, perfect—I can barely breathe.
My control’s hanging by a fucking thread; I have to make her come before I lose it.
I reach down, finding her swollen clit with my thumb, and press down until I feel her silky pussy clamp down hard around me.
Fireworks go off behind my closed eyelids as I let go and we explode together.
My brain goes white-hot, and my entire body shakes as I empty myself inside her.
She shudders in my arms, clinging like she’s never letting go.
I grit my teeth and hold her through the aftershocks, not ready to release her even when every muscle goes limp.
Holy hell, if I could freeze this moment for the rest of my life, I would.
She’s perfect. Absolutely, completely perfect.
I let her slide down but keep her wrapped tight in my arms. “You have no clue how fucking happy you make me,” I breathe into her hair, voice all rough edges and honesty. “I love you, Cydney. I love you so damn much, I don’t know how I ever lived without you.”
She looks up, face flushed, lips quivering, and for once, she’s speechless.
I grin. “Welcome home, sweetheart.”