Page 41 of In For a Penny
“Um...Oliver?” I ask hesitantly.
“Hmm?” He doesn’t move or open his eyes.
“So, I was thinking…” I take a deep breath.
“You suck at thinking.”
I ignore his dig and go on. “You know how you’re always talking about me being too uptight and needing to lose control a little bit?”
My question intrigues him. I can see him tensing up.
“Yeeesssss?” he says, turning slowly to look at me.
“Well, I was thinking…”
I’m nervous.
“You said that already.” He narrows his eyes at me.
“Right. Ha. Yeah, so I was wondering. Does that offer still stand?”
“What offer?” he asks innocently, clearly amused now, the corners of his mouth quirking up.
“Ugh! Forget it.” I turn over again. He knows exactly what I’m talking about. Me agreeing to have sex with him wouldn’t be enough. He needs the added satisfaction of hearing me ask for it.
What a dick.
He leans over me. “No, seriously, please do tell me what offer you are talking about—not sure I recall. I’m so generous; I can’t keep track of everything I offer people, you know.”
Ugh.
He knows this is mortifying me. I won’t give him the satisfaction, physical or otherwise. I won’t let him win.
God, but that also means that I lose out.
Doesn’t matter. Can’t let Oliver win this. Do not cave, Penny. No matter how much you miss sex.
“You know what? Don’t worry about it. I’m sober now. I’m just gonna go. Thanks for letting me crash.”
I move quickly, throwing the covers off and swinging my legs off the bed, reaching for my jeans.
“The hell you are.” He jumps out of bed at the speed of light and stands in front of me. “Tell me what you want, Penny.” He’s not laughing anymore. He walks toward me, his brown eyes black now. He puts his hands on my hips and walks me backwards until I feel something behind me—his desk.
His breath is minty fresh. I smile, spying a box of Altoids on his nightstand. He must have also hoped I would change my mind, and taken a breath mint in preparation for this moment. He puts one hand on either side of me on the desk and places a kiss followed by a bite at the base of my throat.
“Well? What is it that you want?”
Jesus Christ, I can’t breathe. I can’t remember how to speak.
His left hand moves to my waist, gripping it hard. It’s unexpected. And hot.
“What. Do. You. Want?” Oliver whispers in my ear.
I feel shivers up and down my spine. My eyes slide shut. I wanthim. I want to not think for once. I just want to act. I can barely get the words out. “To lose control.”
He moves quickly, taking that as the green light. I feel his lips on mine, his hands sliding down the backs of my thighs, lifting me up and onto the desk, opening my legs wide to stand between them. I’m taken aback by his roughness, and I kind of love it.
He’s kissing me with hunger, with abandon, and God knows I want him just as badly. My heart is beating out of my chest, hammering more loudly than a New York City construction zone. He grips me tightly by the hips, sliding me to the edge of the desk, pulling me closer to his body, leaning in, grinding into me. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.
