Page 44 of Wild Nights

"I'll never get enough of you," he ground out as if he wasn't sure he liked the idea.

I laughed softly to lighten the mood. "That's the idea."

He tweaked my nipple. "Vixen."

"And you love it."

He stepped off the bed, tied off the condom, and threw it into a nearby trash can. Then he held his hand out to me. "Shower? I bet you're all sticky."

"Yes, please." I let him tug me to standing, where he pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head. There was affection there and real feelings. I wasn’t sure he'd ever admit that to himself or to me.

I pushed the thought of more away. That wasn't our deal, and I wouldn't be the one to violate the terms of our arrangement.

In the bathroom, he started the shower, testing the water before gesturing for me to go in first. Then he grabbed one of the body washes on the shelf and squirted a generous amount on his palm. He rubbed his hands together, then rubbed the soap all over my body. He took extra time with my breasts and between my legs until I felt cherished and worked up again.

"Your turn," I said when he'd rinsed most of it off of my body. He dutifully turned so I could soap his back, then his ass. I dropped to my knees to get his legs, not leaving anything untouched. He slowly turned, looking down at me where I knelt on the cool tile. "You don't want to miss anything."

"Mmm." I cupped the base of his cock, and his hips tipped forward as he groaned. I loved the power I had in this moment. I took him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked, pulling off to lick and tease him.

His hand landed on my head, but instead of guiding me, he played with the strands of my hair. It was a confusing combination. His hips thrust gently as if testing how much I could take while his fingers lightly caressed my scalp. I'd never felt so taken care of while I was pleasuring a man.

With a growl, he pulled me to my feet and lifted me in one motion, pressing my back against the tile. "I can't wait any longer."

His cock nudged my entrance.

"Protection," I thought to mention before he slid inside.

He groaned in frustration. "We've talked about this before. You still on birth control?"

"I am, and I haven't been with anyone else. Just like we promised."

"Same," he said as he thrust in one motion. My legs widened to accommodate his hips. He felt so good inside me, not only filling me up but with nothing between us. I knew he was careful about using protection, and we hadn't had any slipups since that one time. But it seemed to mean a lot for him to forego the barrier. Was he starting to trust me?

I wouldn't let my mind go anywhere else. I couldn't think past the next few days. For now, he was mine, and he trusted me. That had to be enough.

There was no finesse as he pressed me against the wall, setting a relentless rhythm. I was pinned against the tile; the coolness contrasted with the heat of his body. His every muscle was drawn tight, and his expression was a mix of concentration and desire.

I caressed his jaw in featherlight touch, and his cock jerked inside me. We both groaned at the same time. Coming together was electric. I didn't want to be away from him.

"You're killing me," he murmured against my temple.

"In the best way, right?" I asked as I kissed his cheek.

He hummed against my ear as he resumed his original pace. In no time at all, I was careening toward that high again. I cried out as he pressed into me deep, spilling inside of me. His head tucked into my shoulder. He pressed a kiss there before he slowly lowered me to my feet. Then he grabbed a washcloth and cleaned me.

We kissed as the water turned from warm to cool. He reached behind me to turn off the stream. He grabbed a large, fluffy towel, wrapping me in it before getting one forhimself. I dried off, then took my time to draw a brush through the tangles in my hair.

When I was done, Oliver snagged my hand and pulled me toward the bed. "Sit down." He searched through the food containers until he found one filled with strawberries. On the bed, he placed a dollop of whipped cream on one and offered it to me. My cheeks flushed. I'd never been fed like this before. There was something incredibly intimate about being naked on a bed with a man and him feeding me strawberries covered in whipped cream.

I took one bite, and he threw the remainder in his mouth. "Almost as sweet as you."

My eyes widened at his declaration, but he wasn't joking. His expression was serious. I leaned over and kissed him, enjoying strawberries-and-cream flavor on his lips.

He banded an arm around my waist and pulled me against him. My hair was damp and our skin flush from the heat of the shower, but I couldn't think of anywhere else I'd rather be but here in his arms.

I quickly fell asleep, and when I woke, he was gone. He'd left a message.Caro— I had to get home to take care of something. See you tonight.—Oliver.

His name was written with a flourish as if he was in a hurry. I wondered what he had to take care of. Did he have a dog or a cat waiting at home for him? Why didn't he say what it was that he needed to get home for?

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