Page 126 of That First Flight

“So that’s why you keep the bear?” I ask.

“I kept it as a reminder every night to live life to the fullest. To live with no regrets. It sounds so dumb when I say it out loud.”

“It’s definitely not dumb. I think it’s very sweet.”

The waiter interrupts me before I could say anything more. “Can I get you two some dessert?”

“Not tonight,” Oliver answers the server but his eyes are locked with mine, growing darker by the second. “I think we have something a little sweeter at home.”

Oliver hasn't taken his hands off me since we left the restaurant.

The drive to the little house was only ten minutes but was full of anticipation and nervous energy from wanting to get back as fast as we could.

Once the car stops, he practically pulls me out. My hand clasps his as he unlocks the door with the click of a few buttons on the keypad. He ushers me inside and kicks the door shut with his foot before his mouth claims mine.

Nowthiskiss is filled with need.

It’s as if he hasn’t been able to breathe all night long without his lips on mine.

Our mouths fuse together. The kiss is rough. Demanding.

My back lands against the door with a thud and Oliver presses his hard body against mine. His hand tangles itself in the hair on the back of my head as he angles my head just right to gain a deeper access to my mouth. His tongue brushes along my bottom lip and I open for him easily.

The kiss vibrates throughout my entire body.

My hips press into his leg because I’m craving so much more than this right now.

The minute I do, Oliver lowers himself to lift me up into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist on their own accord and his mouth never leaves mine. When I feel the bulge behind his pants press into my center, all the air leaves my lungs in a needy moan.

He pulls away. “Fuck, baby”

I cup his face and give him a searing kiss. My hips move against him. I already feel like I want to combust right here against the front door. The grip he has on my hips tighten as he lets me grind my pussy against his erection.

I moan in pleasure against his lips.

“Not here,” he grunts. “I am not fucking you against this door.”

“Take me to the bedroom then,” I beg.

Oliver doesn’t let me go. My legs stay locked at the ankles around him as he walks toward the bedroom. If he releases me, I feel like I might die.

I’ve never wanted this the way I do right now.

In a few long strides, he’s busting into the bedroom not even bothering to close the door because for the first time, we’re doing this with no one else around.

I’m hungry for so much more tonight.

Reluctantly, Oliver places my feet on the ground and I reach for the buttons on his white button down shirt. My rapid movements slow and the world stops spinning with his heavy stare on me. In a matter of seconds, we went from hungry to fuck each other to something major shifting in the air.

Love.

I know deep down that’s what this is with him.

With each button I undo, our eyes remain fixed on each other while his hands fall to the side, letting me take control with slow, meaningful movements.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Oliver whispers while he brushes my messy hair from just moments ago away from my eyes.

I don’t say anything back but my lips twist up on their own as I push the shirt off his shoulders. I can’t help but look down at his broad chest that rises and falls in front of me before my eyes trail down to his rigid abdomen carved with perfectly sculpted muscles.

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