Page 21 of Wild Nights

I'd waited for him to return, but he hadn't.He was waiting for me.

The thought sent my heart racing. I couldn't believe I'd agreed to his plan of one more night. I'd enjoyed that he'd been jealous of me walking in on Eli's arm, then later dancing with Xander. But it was harmless. His brothers were business associates, but Oliver was something else entirely. Something I kept under wraps and just for myself.

Oliver Wilde was mine for the night, and I couldn't wait to be alone with him. When it was acceptable, I said my goodbyes, thanking the Wildes for another amazing stay and promising to recommend their location to my clients.

Then I took several deep breaths as I forced myself to walk to my room at a normal pace. If anyone was watching on a video, I wanted them to see a calm, confident woman. Not one who was jumping out of her skin for what she wasabout to do—sleep with a man for a second night. I was having an affair. It should have felt dirty, but instead it was exhilarating. I felt freer than I had in a long time. I was giving into my desires. I was finally living my life.

I'd always been so careful about everything. The college I went to. The job I took. I didn't do anything risky, and this thing with Oliver felt like stepping off a cliff. I knew what was coming, and it was coming faster than I'd like, but I couldn't stop myself from doing it. I was powerless when it came to resisting Oliver Wilde.

I scanned my keycard at my door, then closed it. I picked up the clothes I'd discarded earlier. Then I debated whether I should change or stay in the dress I'd worn to the charity function.

I always traveled with a fancy dress in case I needed to attend an event, and it came in handy tonight. Eli had no idea what he was doing when he invited me to his sister's event. He'd inadvertently placed me and Oliver in the same room again.

My hands shook as I sank onto the couch in front of the windows and texted Oliver.

Carolina: I'm in my room.

Oliver: Be right there.

My nerves strung tighter. Would it be different than last time? Instead of coming here together, we'd made plans to meet in my room, and I was waiting on him. It made everything more heightened somehow. It gave me too much time to think.

Before I could decide what to do about my dress, he knocked on the door. I checked the peephole before opening the door for him.

Gone was the suit. His hair was slightly damp as if he'djust gotten out of the shower, and he wore a black T-shirt stretched tight over his chest and shoulders and worn jeans. Had he thought about me while he was in the shower?

I closed the door behind him, shutting out the rest of the world.

Oliver stepped close, turning me so he could press me against the cool metal door. "I've been thinking about this moment for months."

My entire body flushed hot. It was gratifying to know that he was suffering just like I'd been. I wasn't in this alone. It wasn't an anomaly. "Me too."

My hands touched the door as he cupped my cheek and kissed me. Oliver wasn't wasting any time. All my worries and concerns melted away.

I felt every ridge of his muscle and the outline of his cock against my belly. I squirmed, needing more contact.

He easily lifted me so that my legs naturally went around his waist. He ground his cock against my pussy through the layers of clothes.

He smelled like soap and shampoo, clean and inviting. I moaned into his mouth as he continued to kiss me, deeper this time, as if he was staking his claim. He was cajoling me to forget about other men. I was his at least for tonight, and it was intoxicating.

He rested his forehead against mine. "I want to fuck you against this door. But I don't want to rush anything."

My pussy spasmed at his dirty promise.

He slowly lowered me to the floor, then grabbed my hand, leading me over to the king-size bed.

"This is the same room we had last time." There was a tremor in my voice.

"When I saw you were listed as the organizer for the conference, I made sure you were in the same room."

"Oh." I wasn't sure what that meant. Had he intended for this to happen all along?

"My plan was to avoid you."

I licked my lips. I didn't like the sound of that, but I understood the thought process behind it. He tried to resist me, but it was impossible. I felt the same way. "But you changed your mind?"

"The second you walked into the ballroom on Eli's arm. I've never experienced that level of frustration before. I couldn't let you move on with someone else. Especially not one of my brothers. I can't claim you in public. I don't have anything to offer you outside of this."

"You're all I want. However I can have you." The words were true. I didn't have anything to offer him either. I felt a little damaged and a lot broken over my father's treatment of my family. I didn't trust easily. But I trusted Oliver to take care of my physical needs. Now that I knew he'd felt the same way over the last few months, I could relax and let go with him. Enjoy one more night with a hot stranger. The memory would keep me warm over the cold winter months.

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