Page 9 of The One I Need
Izzy
There is nota single part of my body that isn’t in some sort of pain.
I haven’t even opened my eyes, but I know they already hurt. I woke up because my head is pounding from the amount of alcohol I drank last night.
The other parts of me? Well, I wouldn’t call that pain. That’s better classified under the sore category. A sore I will take every day of the week and twice on Sunday.
I roll onto my stomach and stretch as much as my body will let me. I feel myself smiling as I remember when I was in this exact position last night. Oliver was on top of me, his weight feeling so good as he worked me into one of mymanyorgasms of the night. Or was that one technically this morning? I’m honestly not sure. After the third orgasm I lost all sense of time. Hell, at one point I forgot my name, address, and what city I was in.
Just as I start to open my eyes, I feel his fingers tracing circles on the small of my back, sending a thousand shivers up my spine.
“Don’t even think about it,” I say into my pillow.
“Think about what?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” I roll over so I’m now facing him.I didn’t think he could be any more gorgeous than he was last night. But here he is, looking all morning sexy and shit. His hair, which is lighter with the sun coming in from the window, is a mess. His scruff is perfect. And his already deep voice is an octave lower. I don’t think I have another round in me, but I don’t know if I’m going to be able to resist if he starts in.
“You mean this?” He rolls me back over and starts slowly kissing me. Methodically. Like he’s trying to savor every moment.
Shit, this might be more potent than last night. And that’s saying something.
Intense. Insane. Life changing. Those are the first things that come to mind when last night plays over in my mind. I knew Oliver was going to be fun, but I didn’t think he was going to potentially ruin me for other men.
But this kiss? This is soft. Sweet. So sweet he’s making me wonder if he’s the same man who said the most filthy things I’ve ever heard just hours ago.
“Something like that,” I say as he pulls back, resting his head on his elbow. His other hand is gently tracing lines on my body that feel too good.
“Well, don’t worry. As much as I want to—and believe me, I really, really, want to—I’m afraid the night has caught up to me.”
“Oh thank God,” I say in relief.
He laughs. That sexy, deep laugh of his. “I don’t think I’ve ever laughed at a woman relieved to not have sex with me.”
“In my defense, it’s not that Idon’twant to have sex with you. It’s just I don’t know if I can.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should. And I don’t give those out lightly.”
He snuggles into my side, holding me even tighter. “I’m flattered.”
I chuckle as I look down at Oliver, who looks so damn relaxed right now. His fingers are still gently caressing me, and his face is now resting on my stomach. I don’t even think about it as I start lightly combing my fingers through his hair.
This is bad. This is so fucking bad.
I don’t do mornings like this. I don’t do mornings at all. If I sleep with a guy, I make sure I’m gone, or that he’s gone, before the sun comes up. There’s no morning cuddles or pillow talk. There’s no breakfast in bed or the awkward conversation about calling each other again.
That’s why this is so fucking bad. ’Cause not only am I not itching to get out of here, but I’m more relaxed than I’ve been in years. Maybe it’s because I’ve been fucked better than I ever have in my life. Maybe it’s because this bedding is some of the softest I’ve ever slept on.
Or maybe it’s the man who’s now holding on to me like I’m his favorite stuffed animal.
I knew I was attracted to him last night. I became more so after the time we spent together. Even through the booze I remember that. But this version of Oliver? The sweet and gentle one? He might be the most dangerous.
And one I need to stay far away from.
“Can I see you again?”
I almost don’t hear him, his words coming out so faint. But I know exactly what he said. And it’s the worst thing he could have asked.
