Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
YOU
O liver's lips bruised mine as he kissed me fervently and I never wanted him to stop. My lungs were constricting, screaming in protest from the lack of oxygen. My head was spinning, floating through the clouds. I was lightheaded as hell, but none of it mattered.
All that mattered was this moment between us.
Because time was fleeting.
And I knew this was something I would never get back.
He was the one to break away first. His hand was still around the back of my head and he rested his forehead against mine as we both struggled to catch our breaths. Oliver’s erection was still pressed against me and I decided to make a risky move. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him against me.
“What are you doing, Luna love?” He let out a ragged breath, his voice hoarse and strained.
“Taking what I want.”
He pulled back slightly, his eyes desperately searching mine. “What do you want?”
I stared back at him. “You.”
“You already got me, love.”
I shook my head at him. “I want all of you.”
A shadow passed through Oliver’s expression and a look of torment washed over his eyes. “Are you sure you know what you’re asking of me?”
“Yes, Oliver. I want you to be my first. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted and I don’t want it to be with anyone else.”
In that moment, I swear his eyes glowed back at me. The look on his face was indescribable. He didn’t look like he was in pain but it was almost as if there were a million different emotions washing over him at once. I watched as his throat bobbed and his face dipped back to mine as our mouths melted together.
His kiss was tender, his touch gentle. His cock was throbbing against me and I shifted my hips, feeling it brush against my clit again. Oliver moaned into my mouth and his fingers dug into the back of my head. The concrete edge of the pool was digging into my spine, but I ignored it. The warmth that spread through my body was overpowering and washing away any pain that I was feeling.
“I need you, Luna,” Oliver murmured against my lips as he released the back of my head. He ran his fingers down the side of my neck and across my collarbone. “Not here, though. I want you in our bed where no one can interrupt us.”
A soft laugh escaped me as Oliver moved away from me and held his hand out for me to take. “Yeah, that would be a little embarrassing.”
“And infuriating,” he added as he led me out of the pool. “I don’t want anyone else to see you but me. I don’t need to go to jail this summer.”
I tilted my head to the side, staring at him with my eyes wide as he released my hand and grabbed the robe. He lifted it up and wrapped it around my body before he wrapped a towel around his lower half.
“Why would you go to jail?”
Oliver looked at me with the most serious of looks as he took my hand in his again. “Because you’re mine, Luna. I don’t share what’s mine, not even with someone else’s eyes.”
My breath caught in my throat, and I let him lead me away from the pool and back into the hotel. The marble floor was cold under my bare feet as we walked past the front desk. No one was there and Oliver let out a chuckle as I started to pick up the pace, hoping we wouldn’t get caught.
As we reached the elevator, he pressed the button and abruptly spun me around to face him. He slid his hands under my butt and lifted me into the air in one fluid movement. I let out a yelp as I felt my body suspended in the air and wrapped my legs around his waist. Oliver adjusted me in his arms as he stepped onto the elevator and I linked my hands behind his neck.
He pressed me against the wall in the elevator and kissed me until we reached our floor. The elevator dinged as the doors slid open and we broke apart. We were both breathless but Oliver seemed unaffected as he carried me straight to our room. He fumbled with the key and I played with the hair at the nape of his neck as he unlocked the door and let us in.
Tank greeted us at the door, but Oliver simply pushed past him. “Go lay down,” I instructed him. The last thing I needed was my damn dog interrupting any of this or killing the mood. Who knew if I would ever get this chance again. Tank sighed and went and laid down on the couch, distancing himself from us.
I pushed him from my thoughts and Oliver carried me straight to our bed. As he gently laid me back on the bed, the mattress dipped underneath both of our weight. He climbed on with me and my robe fell open, laying out on the bed around me. Oliver’s mouth dropped down to mine and he nipped at my bottom lip.
“Are you sure you want this?” he whispered against my mouth before his tongue slid against mine.
I pushed him back, our gazes colliding as I nodded. “I’ve always been sure of you.”
Oliver claimed my lips with his once more as his hands began to explore my body. They traveled down my chest, careful to not touch my central line. He moved over my breasts that were covered by my bikini top. He trailed his fingertips along the naked flesh of my stomach and warmth spread through me. Every single nerve ending in my body was tingling.
His hands brushed underneath my breasts before he moved them under my bathing suit. My heart raced and I moaned into his mouth as he cupped my breast and brushed his thumb across my nipple. Oliver pushed his hips against me and I could feel his erection through his bathing suit and towel.
He lifted his face from mine and he planted one hand on the bed beside my head as he continued to trace circles around my nipple with his fingers on his other hand. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice soft and tender.
I swallowed hard and nodded. “With my life.”
Oliver smiled down at me. He dropped his face down to the crook of my neck and pressed his lips to my skin. He began to move down my body, tasting and touching his way until he reached my breasts again. He slid his hands behind my back and gently lifted me up with him. He was situated between my legs and my stomach did a somersault as he undid the straps to my bikini, simultaneously freeing me from it and the robe.
He moved off the bed as he removed my bikini bottoms and threw them onto the floor along with his bathing suit. He stood at the edge of the bed, his gaze raking over me as his jaw clenched and his throat bobbed while he swallowed hard. “Fuck, Luna,” he breathed, his chest rising as he inhaled deeply. “You’re breathtaking.”
With the way he was looking at me, I believed him. He made me feel like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He warmed my soul with his words and his gaze. He gently pushed me back against the bed and followed along with me until he was hovering over me. His bright eyes searched mine.
“Can I tell you a secret, love?”
My tongue darted out to lick my lips as I slowly nodded. “You can tell me anything.”
“I’m not as experienced as I’ve led you to believe.” He paused for a moment as he brushed the hair from my face. “I’ve been with other girls before and have done stuff with them, but whenever it came to actually having sex, I couldn’t go through with it.”
My eyes widened and I stared at him in shock. There was no way. Oliver dated a few girls while we were in high school and the girls always bragged about him. Why would they lie about it? Unless they wanted to feel cool just by saying it and people believed them.
“You mean you’re a virgin too?” I questioned him, my voice quiet as I stared at him in disbelief.
Oliver nodded at me. “I am. I just couldn’t do it. Every time I got to that point with any of them, I realized it wasn’t you and it just felt wrong.”
“You’re lying.” I laughed softly as I shook my head at him. “I heard the girls you dated in school. They all talked about how good you were.”
“I asked them to do that for me.” He gave me a look that was laced with guilt. “None of them were really happy with me about it and I lied to them. I made up bullshit excuses and then told them if anyone asked, to say we actually did it.”
His words took me by surprise even more. My eyebrows pulled together. “Why would you want them to do that, though?”
“I don’t know, Luna. Because I was young and dumb. I didn’t want anyone to know I couldn’t have sex with another girl because my brain only cared about my best friend. The one who I was in love with for years, but thought I would always be in the friend zone with.”
The air left the room in a rush. He drained every liter of oxygen from my lungs with his words. I stared up at him with my eyes wide and I shook my head. “No, Oliver. You can’t love me. You were never supposed to love me.”
He narrowed his eyes and refused to move as I planted my hands against his chest. “You don’t get to make that choice for me, Luna. I love you and I’m not going to hide it anymore. I fucking love you , Luna Truly.”
“Stop it.” I closed my eyes as tears began to fall from them. I shook my head. “You can’t love me, Oliver. I won’t let you. I won’t be the reason you’re left living with a broken heart after I’m gone.”
Oliver stared down at me with a fire burning in his eyes. There was a mixture of emotions that felt like a knife twisting in my chest. "You have no right!” His voice grew louder and cracked around his words. “Loving you is my choice, Luna, not yours. Just because you’re afraid doesn’t mean you get to take that away from me. You have no fucking right."
“I’m only going to break your heart in the end.”
“Don’t you see? I don’t fucking care about that. At least I’ll be able to say I had the privilege of loving you and being loved by you.” He paused as his expression softened. He caught my tears with his thumbs and brushed them away. "Loving you, touching you, mourning you. All of that is my choice. Not fate’s, not God’s, not even yours.”
Oliver dropped his lips to my forehead. He was still settled between my legs and already in my goddamn heart. “I love you, Luna Truly. Whether you want to accept it or not. I fucking love you.”
“I love you, Oliver,” I admitted quietly, not fully trusting my voice. “I always have and I always will. I wanted to save you, to protect you from me and my fate, but you’re right. I know what it feels like to have choices taken away and I won’t do that to you. If you want to love me, then love me. Because I love you too.”
Oliver pulled back to look at me and his eyes searched mine. “I’m going to kiss you and I know when I start, I’m not going to be able to stop.”
“I never want you to stop,” I admitted as I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and pulled his face to mine. “Kiss me, touch me, love me.”
“Always and forever,” he murmured against my lips before claiming them with his own. He was soft and gentle, tender and patient. We took our time, memorizing every inch of each other’s bodies as we connected in the most intimate way possible. Oliver left his mark on my soul, and I never wanted to know what life would feel like without him.
He did exactly as he promised and he loved me all through the night.