Then Oliver starts moving again, pulling out and then plunging deeper than before.
Coherent thought pauses.
He hits that magical spot and my mind splinters.
His hands are everywhere. My ass. My breasts. That tiny bundle of nerves. The sensitive spot just below my belly button that always makes my stomach quiver.
Above me, Oliver looks like some kind of Greek god, his muscles damp and glowy, his hair all dark and tousled, and his features like the most perfectly carved stone.
And then.
He sinks deep once more.
His mouth lowers to mine, capturing my moan.
He hits that spot inside me again.
All my muscles convulse around him. Explosions of color flash before my eyes.
It’s beyond ecstasy.
And it’s only with him.
Only seconds later, Oliver goes impossibly hard, filling me with incredible heat.
He lets out a guttural groan, his eyes closing for a moment.
He’s so beautiful.
Thisis so beautiful.
Not just the sex, but having him back.
Once Oliver rolls over and pulls me on top of him, he looks at my face and his brow pulls into a worried V. He touches my cheek. “Did I hurt you?”
“What? No. Why?”
“Because you’re crying.”
“What? I am?” Brushing at my cheek, I’m surprised to find dampness there. “No. You didn’t hurt me. The exact opposite. That was wonderful.”
Confusion creases his forehead. “Then why?—”
“It was just… I was thinking… How happy I am to have you back.”
“Oh, Shea.” His voice gentles. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to have you back, too.”
My heart thuds hard. “Oll?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.” As his eyes widen, I hurry to continue. “I never stopped. Never. And now… I didn’t know it was possible to love you even more, but I do. I know it’s still early, and it’s okay if you don’t feel?—”
“I do.” His eyes burn into mine, all his emotions right there, on full display. “I never stopped loving you, either, Shea. And now… I know what you mean. It’s even more intense. Even stronger.”
Through a tight throat, I whisper, “Oliver. I love you so much.”
His lips press to my forehead. “I love you, too.”