Page 55 of Secret Triplets for Christmas

There was no reason for her words to change the situation, but they did. In that moment, it was like sunshine reached my heart, filling my chest with warmth and joy.

I went to her, sliding my hand along her face, cupping her cheek.

“But there’s something you need to know—”

I shook my head, then crushed my lips to hers.

“Oliver,” she insisted.

“You’ve already said all I need to know.”

17

Lindsay

For all his calm and gentleness, Oliver had a way of sending my senses into a tizzy. At first, I couldn’t understand why he was telling me that he’d fantasized about me. Clearly, he wanted me to be upset by that. The truth was that it was a relief. It told me he liked me too back then. And it excited me. I understood he wanted me to get away from him, and if I were smart, I would have used the excuse so I could save myself from having to reveal my secret. But I couldn’t. Not when he said he couldn’t be with me and not want me.

It’s fucking torture to suppress it. It was hell five years ago, and it's worse now.

I hated how tortured he was, so I went to leave. But I couldn’t do that either. He’d opened up to me, and I owed it to him to do the same. I wondered how he’d feel about me when he learned the truth? I started to tell him, but he shut me down. Oh, sure, I could have tried harder, but when he swept me up in his arms and carried me to his bed, all I wanted was the intense passion he'd promised. And so I kept the truth to myself.

There were no words as we undressed. The way he looked at me, his green eyes filled with desire and maybe love, stole my breath. His lips took mine passionately. Thoroughly. I was sure I’d never been kissed like that in my life. It was like this time, he had permission to show me all of him, and he wasn’t going to hold back.

He took his time, like he had an eternity. Each kiss, each touch, I felt it down to my soul. As much as I loved it, it also brought guilt and fear. He was open to me and I was still hiding.

“Lindsay,” he whispered against my belly as he trailed his kisses down. He nudged my thighs open, settling between them. He let out a groan. “You’re so pink and pretty.”

I’d never had a man talk about my sex being pretty. But that was Oliver. He had a way of taking something that could be dirty or sordid and turning it into a thing of beauty. His tongue flicked over my clit, making me hiss as pleasure spiked.

I ran my fingers through his hair, holding him there. He lapped and sucked my pussy until my hips were gyrating, moving on their own.

“Come, Lindsay. I want to drink you up.”

His words along with his tongue sliding inside my pussy walls sent me soaring.

“Oliver!” I cried out.

Instantly, he was over me, his lips hard on mine. “Thank you.”

My orgasm was still humming through me but I managed to say, “I think I should be thanking you.”

He stared down at me, and there was no mistaking it now. He loved me. I could see. I could feel it. “You said my name.”

“I did.” I wasn’t sure why that was so significant to him.

His fingers brushed along my cheek. “You said Liam in my dream.”

My heart ached for him and how devastating that would have been. I’d never thought of Liam in the times we’d been together. Did he think I had? “It was a dream. I’m with you, Oliver.”

He kissed me again, his fingers lacing through mine as he brought them over my head. “Say my name again.”

“Oliver.”

He growled with approval, pressing his hips and sinking deep inside me. I arched, wanting to take him deeper. Deeper still. If we could connect soul deep, then maybe he’d forgive me for not telling him about the girls. Maybe his love would be bigger than his feelings of betrayal.

I realized that I needed to show him how I felt too. I pushed him until he was on his back. I straddled him, taking him inside me again.

“Yes, fuck yes. You’re so beautiful.” He levered up, his fingers sliding through my hair, gripping it and tugging until my head fell back. His lips found my neck, kissing and gently suckling.

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