Page 25 of You Make Me Feel

He walked to the door, and my heart rate picked up speed. “Oliver.”

Turning back to me, he held his position until I approached him. He faced me, staring at me, waiting for me to say what I wanted. I grabbed his hands and closed my eyes, silently praying I was making the right decision. “Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“I’m yours. I do have the option to change my mind, though, if you get on my nerves, right?”

He frowned slightly. “You act like I’m holding you prisoner or some shit. Thereisa stipulation, though. If we don’t work out, you have to tell your family the truth. They will not be dragging my name through the mud for not taking care of a child that’s not biologically mine.”

I nodded, and he pulled me in his arms. It was so comfortable here. His arms were unlike anything I’d ever felt. It was like love, adoration, and peace were within them. Oliver made me feel things I didn’t expect. Pulling away, he grabbed my hand and led me back to the couch.

“I thought you had to go.”

“I did as long as you were in limbo. You’re mine now. I neverhaveto go.”

His words sent a chill through me as he sat and pulled me close to him. I was somewhat tense because I didn’t know how quickly he planned to move with us, but I supposed we had to move extremely fast if we had to convince my people that this baby was his. It had to be believable. I didn’t think I was ready for sex with him, but at the same time, I didn’t think I would be in this predicament either. Anything could happen.

I took a deep breath, trying to release tension, then lay against him.

“I’m going to All-Star Weekend if you wanna ride out with me. It’s in H-Town this year.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Mm-hmm.”

“When are you leaving?”

“It’s in a couple of weeks, so you have time. I’m leaving on a Friday morning.”

“Let me check with Mr. Taylor. I should be able to go, though. We’re supposed to wrap up this audit by Wednesday, then start on the next one. That one should be done before you leave.”

“Have you taken a shower yet?”

“Yes.”

He stood and pulled me from the couch. “Show me to your room so I can rub you down, baby.”

My tension was back until he brought his hands to my shoulders and gently rubbed them. That shit propelled me forward. He was diving all the way in, and, for right now, I was okay with that. Once we got to my bedroom, he looked around and said, “This is nice. I’m gonna take it that blue is your favorite color.”

“Yep. All shades.”

“A’ight, Ms. Gemini. Get your lotion or whatever you want me to rub you down with.”

I swallowed hard, then got the lotion. I wasn’t ready to get naked in front of him, so I hoped he wasn’t expecting that. “Umm . . . Oliver . . .”

He placed his fingertips on my lips. “Just take off the leggings. After I do your legs, if you feel comfortable enough to take off more, that will be on you.”

I nodded, then stepped away from him and slowly pulled them off. It wasn’t my intent to tease him, but it seemed that was what I was doing. He licked his lips as he stared at my thick-ass legs. That print appeared out of nowhere, and I instantly got thirsty. It seemed I was struggling to breathe until he made his way to me, reminding me that I had to if I wanted to live. “You okay?”

I nodded quickly as he gently swept the stray strand of hair from my cheek. He kissed my forehead again, causing me to close my eyes. Those were the best. I lifted my hand and stroked his cheek, allowing the hairs of his beard to tickle my palm. When I felt his lips against mine, I didn’t pull away. He kissed me softly, and the chemistry I felt between us had to have been imagined. “Lay down, baby, so that I can take care of you.”

I lay on my stomach in the bed, feeling my T-shirt hike up a bit on my ass. I’d worn boy shorts, so I knew my cheeks were hanging out of them. I could feel the trembling course through my body when he softly moaned. What was I doing? This wasn’t right. Just as I was about to get up, he firmly gripped my leg right at my calf muscle and began kneading it like I’d never experienced. I’d had plenty of massages but by women. None of their hands were as firm but tender at the same time as Oliver’s.

“Ooooh, Oliver. That feels good.”

It wasn’t even sexual, but I knew that was how I sounded. I didn’t even care. That was just how good it felt. He didn’t say a word . . . just continued rubbing my leg and foot. It made me long for the future with him during my pregnancy. If he was already showing me this kind of care, and I hadn’t even had my first doctor’s appointment yet, how would he be when I was eight months? I needed to give this a legitimate shot.

“So, when is your first appointment?”

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