Page 89 of That First Flight

“I brought you in here because when I touch you how you deserve to be touched, I don’t want it to be on the kitchen counter. Because when I touch you, Macey Evans… I know that you’re going to be screaming my name when you come. We shouldn’t be waking Mackenzie with that kind of noise, right?” Oliver smirks.

I release the breath I forgot I was holding, unable to answer him with any sort of words or movement of my head in agreement. My body is reigniting in flames as a shiver runs down my spine at the idea of him touching me the way he says he will.

I want that. I wanthim.

“Touch me, Oliver,” I repeat the same words I begged in the kitchen.

He answers by reaching for the top button of my shirt. Slowly and intently, he unbuttons each of them one by one before he untucks it from my pants. His eyes never once leave mine as he does it. The anticipation builds inside of me and I’m eager for what’s next.

Oliver pushes the shirt off my shoulders and I stand there exposed to him in nothing but a light pink lace bra and my work pants.

“Fuck,” he drawls out when his eyes land on my chest. “Do you know how many nights I’ve dreamed about this?”

His hands move to palm under the swell of my breasts, and that does it for me. My chest jolts forward into his palms as the sensation of pleasure spirals out of control through every part of me. I don’t know how I’ll be able to handle him touching me anywhere else, because this feels wild.

Oliver’s head dives into my neck, and his lips press against the pounding pulse that I know he feels. He presses kiss after kiss to every part of my neck, trailing down to my exposed shoulder before he reaches behind me to unhook my bra and freeing my breasts for him.

I swallow past the lump in my throat as nerves spike for this man seeing me in this light for the first time. I’ve never been a self-conscious person. But having a baby changes your body. Your breasts are no longer as plump and your stomach has a little extra stretch to it. Things I’ve learned to love and embrace. I only hope he feels the same way.

“Fucking. Perfect,” Oliver says, as if he can read my thoughts. “You’re so perfect.”

His hands find my breasts the second the word leaves his lips. Rolling my hardened nipples between his fingertips turning my breathing almost erratic.

“Jesus,” I pant through breaths.

Oliver bends down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and I’m slightly embarrassed with the moan that comes out of me. My thighs clench together as my hands dive into his blonde, tousled hair. I grip the strands while his tongue flicks back and forth before he sucks hard.

“Fuck.” My head falls back.

“So responsive, baby.” His hot breath against my nipple with his words. “I can’t wait to see how you react when I touch you… here.” His other hand reaches between my legs, cupping my now soaked pussy on the outside of my pants.

I jump with the brief touch between my legs. Craving more, I hook my thumbs inside the waistband and begin to bring my pants down my legs slowly and tentatively as his heavy gaze remains fixed on each move I make.

Oliver makes a sudden movement, and my eyes land on him palming the growing erection between his legs, forcing my lips to twist into a grin at knowing that I have that effect on him.

Once I step out of my pants, the only remaining piece of fabric touching my body is the pair of black lace panties I decided to wear tonight. I should feel cold, but every part of me feels on fire under the weight of his stare as he skims every inch of bare flesh.

I reach up and pull the clip from the back of my hair before tossing it off to the side, letting my hair flow messy and wild down my back.

An unrecognizable sound comes out of Oliver from somewhere deep in his chest before he lifts me in his arms to place my back against the soft comforter of his bed.

My chuckle is stopped short when Oliver lands a searing kiss to my lips.

His body pressed on top of mine as my hands claw at the muscles on his back, pulling him closer to me to erase every single bit of space that separates us. I feel the bulge behind his sweatpants between my legs and without thinking, my hips buck up to meet him.

“Macey.” He releases his lips from mine, his minty breath against my lips. “Don’t.”

I groan. Partially annoyed because I want to feel this.

I want to feel this withhim.

Oliver laughs. “You’re so cute when you’re begging for me.” He kisses the shell of my ear, his smooth jawline brushing my cheek. “I promise I’m going to give you exactly what you need.” He presses a kiss to my collarbone. “As much as it pains me to not be inside you right now, I’m going to take my time with this body.” He trails a kiss down to the swell of my breast. My back arches as his mouth clamps around my nipple. “I’m going to learn and explore every inch of you.” Oliver continues moving down to my striped stomach. The area I’m most nervous for him to see so close. His lips touch every single stripe as he moves closer to the line of my lace panties. He growls against my skin. “Every fucking inch of you.”

Just as I’m about to beg him to touch me, his hand comes up to pull the panties down, allowing him access to an area even I’m unfamiliar with.

My body shakes with a mix of nerves andneed. I’ve never wanted anything more than this.

Oliver removes them from my legs, tossing them to the side as he stares down at my bare pussy open and on full display. I watch every feature on his face to try and figure out what he might be thinking. But any amount of nerves I had are washed away when he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth at the same time his lips curve into a grin.

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