Chapter 30 #2
His eyes traveled from my head all the way down my barely clothed body and he stepped even closer, the steam in the air floating between us, dampening my skin.
“I do want this. More than you know.” His body was still dripping, and as much as I wanted to stand there and pretend he was having no effect on me, I couldn’t.
I dropped my toothbrush to the side, listening as it clattered onto the counter.
My hands glided along his shoulders, then his defined pecs, seemingly of their own accord, needing to feel the slickness of his skin beneath my touch.
His actions were slow, calculated, as if his brain had to be involved in every tiny movement, from his hand trailing along my waist, to his lips brushing along my cheek.
“Stop thinking so much. Stop being careful,” I said through gritted teeth.
My words flipped a switch in him. His thumbs dug into my hips as he pulled me flush against him, his erection pressing into my stomach.
I moaned my approval. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and dragged them down until they fell in a puddle around my ankles.
I stepped out of them just in time for him to grab me by the ass and lift me onto the counter.
He stepped between my knees, our chests coming together, his still damp, my tank top now stuck to my skin with moisture.
His lips collided with mine, wet and salty. Desperate and messy.
My hands used his shoulders to pull myself forward on the counter, to feel his rough towel rub against my bare, aching parts. I slid my hands down his back and just as I came to the top of his towel, my intention to remove it, he reached behind him and caught my hands in his.
“Please don’t stop,” I all but begged.
He shook his head, trapped my hands on the countertop, and lowered himself to his knees.
He draped my legs over his shoulders and I sucked in an air of surprise as his tongue explored my folds, teasing me in just the right places before applying pressure.
Every nerve ending sang with his exploration.
I whimpered, one hand grabbing hold of his hair, the other hand grabbing the faucet to steady myself as his tongue found a pattern that brought me to the brink of release.
But he stopped short, my groan of disappointment eliciting one last thrust of his tongue before he kissed each of my inner thighs and stood.
He loosened his towel and let it fall. It caught on the length of him before joining my underwear on the ground.
I took in every solid inch. Before I could even ask if he had a condom, he was freeing one from his toiletries bag.
I leaned back and braced myself on the counter, one of my hands landing on the tube of toothpaste, which sent a stream of white paste through the air and onto the ground beside him.
He smiled down at the mess. “A little premature there, Margot.”
I laughed. My palm also had a smear of white across the center.
Just as I lifted my hand to my mouth, he brought it to his.
His warm tongue licked across my palm as his eyes met mine.
Then he scooped me off the counter and carried me into the bedroom, where he set me on the edge of his bed.
He lifted my arms above my head and freed me of my tank top.
His eyes devoured me. “Gorgeous,” he whispered. I moved back to the pillows and he crawled across the bed toward me. Watching him set my skin on fire.
My knees fell open, ready for him. He trailed kisses up my body, pausing at my breasts.
My nipples pebbled as he drew one into his mouth.
He used one hand to support himself as his other brushed along sensitive areas of my skin—the bend in my arm, my lower abdomen, my inner thigh.
His mouth and tongue continued to tease my nipple.
I arched against him. “Please.”
“Please what?” he asked in a husky voice, his mouth moving to my neck, then my ear.
“Take me.”
“Take you?” He softly bit my earlobe, his hand cupping my breast, his thumb teasing every nerve ending at its peak.
I flipped him onto his back and climbed on top. “Or I can take you, if you’d rather.”
A smile spread across his face and he rolled us back to our original position. “I’ll do the taking tonight.” He produced the condom out of thin air, it seemed, and ripped the package open with his teeth. The action, seeing Oliver uninhibited, turned me on more than it should’ve.
His mouth came back to mine and I dug my fingers into his hair.
He wrapped my leg around his waist and, without another moment’s hesitation, thrust inside of me.
I let out an embarrassing half gasp, half scream, and he paused.
“Am I hurting you?”
I shook my head. “No, no, keep, don’t think, yes, please.”
A throaty chuckle escaped him and he thrust into me once more, then settled into a slow, steady rhythm.
Our bodies worked perfectly together, as though in sync, anticipating each other’s moves and adjusting to them.
Why had we waited so long to do this? Why had I walked away that first day when all he’d wanted to do was take his time?
I’d denied myself the feel of this man for three years.
When he lost control with a ragged moan, I reached my high. Then he collapsed onto me and I held his head against my chest as our breathing slowed and our heartbeats filled the silence in the room.