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His lips dance along mine in the same rhythm as the song. “You don’t have to beg, baby, but fuck, the thought of you begging has my dick so hard.”

He sets me upright before taking my hand and rushing off the dance floor in a fit of giggles.

“Oh my God, everyone will know why we left with that grand exit.” I laugh as we approach the elevator.

The doors open, and he walks me inside, my back pressed against the cool wall. Déjà vu from last night washes over me, only this time, I don’t plan on stopping. “Let them.”

Chapter 13

Hollie

I’m pretty sure time slows while we make our way back to our room. My skin is on fire, and I think Oliver’s touch is the only thing that can calm it. Which is absolutely insane because every time his fingers dance along my skin, I swear I might combust. We only stopped touching enough to press the correct buttons on the elevator and to get the hotel room door open. The world disappeared somewhere between leaving the ballroom and getting off at the third floor.

But reality comes crashing around us with the click of the lock.

Suddenly, I remember why things stopped last night. My heart rate races for a completely different reason, and nerves wash over me.

“Where did you go just now?”

“What? I’m right here with you.”

Oliver steps back, his hands cupping my cheeks. “No, you weren’t. Your entire body tensed just then, and remember when I mentioned that little brow-scrunching thing.” He drags his thumb between my brows.

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth. “I umm—umm.” My voice is shaking with nerves.

“What is it, babe?” Oliver’s voice is tender, as if he can sense that my head is a bit of a mess.

“I, umm, well, I’ve only ever done this with Brett before.” I shut my eyes and wait for his reaction. The last person I want to mention right now is Brett, but I don’t want Ollie thinking that this is something I typically do when it’s far from the truth. I’ve been on dates and kissed guys since breaking it off with Brett but have never gone further than that.

When he remains silent, I worry that maybe he quickly escaped the room, but when I blink open, he’s still here. His expression is even softer than before.

“We go at your pace. Remember, I won’t put any pressure on you. Just stay with me, be here with me.” He uses the same words I told him earlier. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the night we met. We don’t need to fuck, but I want to make you feel good. Do you want that?”

I nod, struggling to find words as his hands roam my body.

“I need you to use your words, baby. Tell me what you want. Tell me what feels good and what doesn’t.”

“I want you to make me feel good.”

Oliver struggles to find the zipper on my dress. It’s well hidden on the side along my waist. He finds it with my help, and ever so slowly, he rids me of my dress. I feel completely exposed, not just physically, but this man has knocked down walls that I have built up so high over the years.

The back of this dress kept me from being able to wear a bra, so there is only a thin piece of lace keeping me from beingcompletely naked. I’m tempted to cover my bare chest with my arms, but there’s something in the way Ollie is devouring me with his gaze. It’s intoxicating, and I want more of it.

“Lay back.”

When the cool temperature of the sheets hits my back, my nipples harden even more.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Oliver breathes. “You’re still with me, right?”

“Yes, I’m with you.”

“Good.” I hold my breath as Oliver hooks his fingers on the side of my panties and slides them down. Without thinking, my legs fall open, and I swear his eyes darken to a blue that matches the depths of the ocean.

Oliver settles between my legs. Watching his tongue drag over his lower lip as if he’s starving and his favorite meal is in front of him is the sexiest move ever.

It was never like this with Brett. The first time he ever went down on me was awkward as hell. It was so awkward that I always made an excuse for it not to happen again. Brett never argued or insisted he still do it, so I guess I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.Fuck, stop thinking of another man when this Adonis is between my thighs.

As if Oliver knew my mind was elsewhere, he picks that moment to lower his head to my pussy. My pelvis nearly shoots off the bed when I feel his tongue drag through my slit. He hums in approval.

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