Page 33 of Accidental Baby Daddy

He carried me inside and up the stairs, stopping along the way to kiss me and touch me, and by the time he laid me down on his bed, I was panting with lust.

Oliver tore off his shirt with one hand, shoving down his sweats to free himself with the other, and my mouth watered at the sight of him. His erection stood thick and proud against his hard, toned stomach.

I started to scramble out of my clothes, Oliver helping me. When my tank top went over my head, he put his mouth on my nipple and my back arched.

“Oliver,” I managed. “I want you so badly.”

“Not nearly as badly as I want you,” he mutteredagainst my neck, then pulled my shorts off, tossing them onto the floor and spreading my thighs with his knee.

It looked like it was going to be rough and quick, and I couldn’t say I minded. Not one bit.

“I was going to do something romantic, but…” he muttered as he tumbled me back onto the mountain of pillows resting against the headboard.

“Shut up and fuck me,” I said.

He glanced up at me sharply, his brown eyes reflecting his surprise. I giggled and shrugged.

“I’m a big girl now,” I assured him. “I’m not afraid to ask for what I want.”

A smile tucked itself into the corner of his mouth and he leaned closer to me, his lips just barely touching mine. His longish hair tickled my nose where it fell over his forehead.

“And what do you want?” he said quietly. I felt the words as much as heard them.

“You,” I whispered, being fully honest for a moment. I left out all the other baggage that went with that single word. We both knew the truth, even if we denied it in the light of day, but here, in the dark, with our skin pressed together, we could be honest with one another.

“In that case,” he said back, before kissing me slowly, his tongue tangling with mine. Oliver pressed into me, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as pleasure rocketed through my core.

“God, you feel so good,” Oliver groaned, dropping down on his forearms to kiss me as he started to move his hips.

The way he dragged against my sweet spot caused me to get close to the edge quickly, and I whined when he slowed his strokes.

“Lex,” he whispered, looking into my eyes. “This is where you’re supposed to be.”

My breath caught in my throat. “You can’t stay things like that, Ollie. Not now. It’s not fair.”

I thought, for a brief, terrible moment, that he would pull out of me, leave me there wanting, but he didn’t. He just tucked his head into my neck and moved his hips faster, grunting.

I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist, fighting back memories of the backseat of his truck, the meadow down by the river with the moon shining over us, the time that we had had sex under a blanket in the basement of my house, giggling and trying unsuccessfully to be silent.

“God, Lexie,” he said, slamming home inside of me, his voice muffled by my hair, his lips touching my shoulder.

I reached up to stroke my hands along his skin, enjoying the feeling of his muscles clenching in his bowed back, admiring the power that I had over him in this situation, loving that I could affect him so strongly.

“Come for me,” he murmured against my skin, and as if my body had been waiting for his command, I shattered, biting his shoulder to stifle my cries of pleasure. The last thing we needed was his child wandering in and asking who was in bed with his dad.

I clung to Oliver as my orgasm rolled over me, and he groaned and followed me over the edge, spilling inside of me, hot and warm.

When he pulled out of me, I felt empty, hollow, and I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I’ll go.”

He collapsed next to me, wrapping his arm tight around my waist. “Don’t you dare,” he said in a low tone. “You did that to me last time, and it drove me crazy.”

“Why?” I asked in a hoarse whisper, and he stroked my face.

“I don’t know,” he finally said, looking away from me. “I guess I just thought we had more history than that.”

“You can’t miss me,” I said to him sternly, hoping to convince my own traitorous heart that it also couldn’t keep missing him.

He smiled slightly and pulled me into his arms, nuzzling against my neck. It felt like I was back home in his bed, everything about being around him did. It was as if no time had passed at all, and my heart didn’t know the difference, opening like a flower while he held me.

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