Page 74 of A Chance for Us
“I get it—kind of.”
I’m a headcase, but it’s necessary here. I have to keep my feelings in check, and for that to happen, there needs to be lines drawn. “Okay, maybe we don’t need a definition as much as we need boundaries. Parameters to work inside of. Like, we have sex once a day.”
“I don’t like that idea.”
“You don’t?”
“Hell no. I would like to carry you inside that house and already be halfway undressed with my hands all over you. So, no, I think sex once a day is a terrible rule.”
My heartbeat spikes because I want what he just offered, but I shake my head to come back to myself. “It can’t be a free-for-all.”
“Why not?”
Why not? Hmm, I don’t really have an answer for that. It just seemed sensible. “Because...we need to avoid getting caught up in it.”
Oliver steps forward, and I have nowhere to retreat. “Maren, we had some fantastic sex, and I have been fighting a raging hard on all day with you in the car. I want you in every way as many times as you’ll let me have you. If you want boundaries, we can find other ways, but I want you. I want you, and I am pretty sure you want me just as much.”
My throat goes dry, and I nod, unable to deny it. I want him, which is why I was hoping we could have the rules. “I do, but . . .”
His body presses against mine, and my hand grips the doorknob behind me. “But?”
I lift up a little, no longer caring much about rules or boundaries and very much caring about Oliver’s body touching mine. My fingers slide against the strands of his hair. “We can make the rules up later.” I pull his mouth to mine and kiss him deeply.
Oliver pushes the door open so we stumble inside. Then he shoves me against the wall, pulling my shirt over my head. Our mouths find each other again as the frantic need builds faster.
We kiss, only stopping to remove an item of clothing for the other.
His hand hooks under my leg, lifting it as he shoves my skirt up. “No underwear?” he asks as his mouth finds my neck.
“I told you, I don’t wear any.”
“I’m going to enjoy this.”
I very much think that’s true for the both of us.
Smiling, I pull his mouth back to mine as he slips his finger into me. I moan when his thumb grazes my clit.
Oliver pushes me higher, not playing or teasing. It’s frantic, hot, and I am desperate for him.
“Please,” I beg.
“I can’t . . .” he says, almost regretfully. “I can’t fucking wait.”
“Don’t wait.”
It doesn’t matter that we’re in the foyer, I need him so much. I want to lose myself in him—in us.
“Maren, I—”
I take his face in my hands, staring at him. “Take me, Oliver. Now.”
He lifts me a little and then slams into me. My head falls back against the wall as he sets an unrelenting pace. He fucks me so hard that, before I can grab ahold of any semblance of restraint, the orgasm hits.
I scream his name, clawing at his back as he pumps deeper.
As I’m coming down from my high, he lets out a deep groan and follows me over the edge. He shudders a second before his legs give out and we sink to the floor with him still inside me.
“That was . . .”
