Page 63 of Shea's Hero

“Of course.” His eyes flare as my fingers trail down to his waistband again. “It just… Shit, Shea. Feeling your hands on me again. It’s incredible.”

His hands come to my ass, gently squeezing as he pulls me closer to him.

Once his chest is exposed, I run my fingers across his stomach, tracing the lines of muscle. “Did you get an extra pack here?”

“An extra pack?”

“Yeah. I thought you had a six-pack. But this definitely looks like eight, now.”

A little smirk quirks his lips. “It might be eight. You should probably count again.”

But halfway through my recount, one hand comes between my legs and strokes along the growing dampness there.

My breath catches.

Oliver dips his head and takes a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Instinctively, my body arches towards him, wanting more.

And then.

Oh.

He lifts me up and carries me over to the bed.

Still suckling at my breast.

His arousal juts into my belly, hard and hot and insistent.

It’s so sexy I can barely breathe.

Oliver lays me onto the mattress and strips his clothes off even faster than I did.

Then he just stands there and looks at me while I do the same to him.

“Oll.” I reach my arms to him. “Come here.”

His gaze flickers to the nightstand. “The massage oil.”

“Grab it then. Hurry.”

The need to feel Oliver inside me is verging on pain. I’ve never wanted something more.

He picks up the bottle of oil and pauses. “Shit.”

“What?”

“The glasses. I forgot them. For the champagne.”

I sit up. “We can have the champagne later. The second time around. This time, I just want to feel you. I need you. I’m tired of waiting.”

Sinking onto the mattress beside me, he holds my gaze. Emotion works in his eyes. “I would wait for you forever.”

“But you don’t have to.”

As he slowly uncaps the oil, heat builds inside me. Throbs. I feel myself opening for him, slick and ready.

“Hey, Oll?”

Midway through pouring some of the oil into his palm, Oliver glances at me. “What, hun?”

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