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He wrapped my leg around his waist and, without another moment’s hesitation, thrust inside of me.
I let out an embarrassing half gasp, half scream, and he paused.
“Am I hurting you?”
I shook my head. “No, no, keep, don’t think, yes, please.”
A throaty chuckle escaped him and he thrust into me once more, then settled into a slow, steady rhythm. Our bodiesworked perfectly together, as though in sync, anticipating each other’s moves and adjusting to them. Why had we waited so long to do this? Why had I walked away that first day when all he’d wanted to do was take his time? I’d denied myself the feel of this man for three years.
When he lost control with a ragged moan, I reached my high. Then he collapsed onto me and I held his head against my chest as our breathing slowed and our heartbeats filled the silence in the room.
CHAPTER 31
I lay in bed, more than halfway through the book Marissa had sent me at approximately three thirtyA.M.The time stamp didn’t surprise me. Many writers were nocturnal creatures. I’d started it at five thirtyA.M.when I’d woken up to pee, untangled myself from Oliver’s arms, and checked my email as I sat on the toilet. It was now eight thirty. That’s how good the book was. So good it was making me giddy, unable to go back to sleep. I hoped I wasn’t being influenced by my after-sex high and that it really was that good.
Oliver stirred beside me, rolling over, snaking his arm around my waist and nuzzling his face into my neck. I couldn’t get over how good it felt to have him there—the weight of him against me, his warmth.
“You’re awake?” he mumbled.
“Reading.”
“Guess we should’ve gotten just one room after all.”
“It’s not too late,” I said.
He groaned as he stretched. “You make a good point. What time is it?”
The room was still dark, the blackout curtains drawn over the windows. It could’ve just as easily been fourA.M.as noon. “It’s eight thirty.”
His fingers lazily traced lines across my bare stomach as he let out a happy sigh. All my parts tingled to life.
“How long have you been up?” he asked in a voice deep from sleep.
“Long enough to know that as long as Marissa doesn’t screw up the ending of this book, I’m going to offer her representation.”
He propped himself on his elbow. “That’s huge, Margot. Should we celebrate with some morning sex?”
I laughed and stretched my arm out to deposit my phone onto the nightstand.
“I was kidding,” he said, pulling my arm back. “You keep reading. I’ll get us some breakfast.”
“And then sex?” I asked.
He chuckled. “Is it the book or me?”
I laughed. “The book is sexy, but it’s you.”
“Is this what Kari had in mind when she paid you for this weekend?”
“Kari would love this. She is the queen of romance.”
He smiled and hovered his upper body over where I still lay, sheet up to my chin. “Is this romantic?” He kissed my neck, hitting a ticklish spot.
My shoulders shot up and I laughed. This time, I really did abandon my phone on the nightstand. “Yes, so romantic.” I draped my arms around his neck.
He kissed along my jaw to my cheek and then the verycorner of my mouth before he lowered his weight onto me. I could feel all of him through the thin layer of sheet, but even so, that layer felt like a barrier.
“I’m getting breakfast first,” he said as his mouth moved to my neck.
