Page 104 of We Met Like This
My eyes stung in confusion. “But?”
“But I don’t know if I’m right for you,” he said.
“You are. So right. I think what’s really stopping you is that you don’t know ifI’mright for you.”
Another stretch of silence passed where he didn’t deny mystatement. His voice finally cut through the darkness, deep and scratchy. “I need to tell you something about my past relationship.”
“I honestly don’t care about your past relationship. I meant what I said in the silo. We need to leave our pasts in the past. We can’t let the people who hurt us still have such a strong hold on us now.”
“No matter who they were?”
“Even if we were engaged to them or if they were our bosses,” I said, covering both of us with the statement. “I think we have to live in the moment. Do what feels right now because what if nothing feels this right again?”
“Youfeel right,” he said. “You always have. From night one.”
My eyes were slowly adjusting to the dark and I saw the glowing white shape of the towel wrapped around him move until he stood in front of me.
The air was hot and muggy. I wanted to reach out and wrap myself around him, but once again I felt like I was talking him into liking me. I wanted him to want me, to not be able to control himself when we were both in various stages of undress. Not to have to be talked into feelings.
I realized I still held my toothbrush in one hand and his toothpaste in the other. “I’m sorry for cornering you. I came here for toothpaste,” I said softly. “That’s all.” I squeezed a bead, another spot of white in the darkness, onto my toothbrush, placed the capless tube back on the counter, then rushed for the door that I could now barely make out.
Oliver caught me by the hand before I got far, pulled me back into the bathroom, and backed me up against the counter, like a man who had suddenly discovered what he wanted andwas prepared to get it. He reached over to the wall and the soft light that surrounded the mirror flickered on, lighting him up in a glowy haze.
“What are you doing?” I asked, meeting his eyes, but my voice lacked conviction because whatever he was doing, my body liked it. A lot. “If you don’t want this…”
His eyes traveled from my head all the way down my barely clothed body and he stepped even closer, the steam in the air floating between us, dampening my skin. “I do want this. More than you know.” His body was still dripping, and as much as I wanted to stand there and pretend he was having no effect on me, I couldn’t. I dropped my toothbrush to the side, listening as it clattered onto the counter. My hands glided along his shoulders, then his defined pecs, seemingly of their own accord, needing to feel the slickness of his skin beneath my touch. His actions were slow, calculated, as if his brain had to be involved in every tiny movement, from his hand trailing along my waist, to his lips brushing along my cheek.
“Stop thinking so much. Stop being careful,” I said through gritted teeth.
My words flipped a switch in him. His thumbs dug into my hips as he pulled me flush against him, his erection pressing into my stomach. I moaned my approval. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and dragged them down until they fell in a puddle around my ankles. I stepped out of them just in time for him to grab me by the ass and lift me onto the counter. He stepped between my knees, our chests coming together, his still damp, my tank top now stuck to my skin with moisture. His lips collided with mine, wet and salty. Desperate and messy.
My hands used his shoulders to pull myself forward on the counter, to feel his rough towel rub against my bare, aching parts. I slid my hands down his back and just as I came to the top of his towel, my intention to remove it, he reached behind him and caught my hands in his.
“Please don’t stop,” I all but begged.
He shook his head, trapped my hands on the countertop, and lowered himself to his knees. He draped my legs over his shoulders and I sucked in an air of surprise as his tongue explored my folds, teasing me in just the right places before applying pressure. Every nerve ending sang with his exploration. I whimpered, one hand grabbing hold of his hair, the other hand grabbing the faucet to steady myself as his tongue found a pattern that brought me to the brink of release. But he stopped short, my groan of disappointment eliciting one last thrust of his tongue before he kissed each of my inner thighs and stood. He loosened his towel and let it fall. It caught on the length of him before joining my underwear on the ground.
I took in every solid inch. Before I could even ask if he had a condom, he was freeing one from his toiletries bag. I leaned back and braced myself on the counter, one of my hands landing on the tube of toothpaste, which sent a stream of white paste through the air and onto the ground beside him. He smiled down at the mess. “A little premature there, Margot.”
I laughed. My palm also had a smear of white across the center. Just as I lifted my hand to my mouth, he brought it to his. His warm tongue licked across my palm as his eyes met mine. Then he scooped me off the counter and carried me into the bedroom, where he set me on the edge of his bed. He lifted my arms above my head and freed me of my tank top.
His eyes devoured me. “Gorgeous,” he whispered. I movedback to the pillows and he crawled across the bed toward me. Watching him set my skin on fire.
My knees fell open, ready for him. He trailed kisses up my body, pausing at my breasts. My nipples pebbled as he drew one into his mouth. He used one hand to support himself as his other brushed along sensitive areas of my skin—the bend in my arm, my lower abdomen, my inner thigh. His mouth and tongue continued to tease my nipple.
I arched against him. “Please.”
“Please what?” he asked in a husky voice, his mouth moving to my neck, then my ear.
“Take me.”
“Take you?” He softly bit my earlobe, his hand cupping my breast, his thumb teasing every nerve ending at its peak.
I flipped him onto his back and climbed on top. “Or I can take you, if you’d rather.”
A smile spread across his face and he rolled us back to our original position. “I’ll do the taking tonight.” He produced the condom out of thin air, it seemed, and ripped the package open with his teeth. The action, seeing Oliver uninhibited, turned me on more than it should’ve.
His mouth came back to mine and I dug my fingers into his hair.
