“And if I choose you?” I ask. My chest tightens and the beat of my heart rings in my ears. I do. I want more. I’m scared and alone. I’m tired of being alone.
“I’ve been here all along,” Olly says, so quietly Ialmost miss it.
I can’t tell who kisses who first, but when our lips meet, a warmth spreads through the pit of my stomach, enveloping me with a warm hug I didn’t realize I was waiting for. I feel touch starved.
Olly cups my face, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone. This one kiss carries more emotion than all the other kisses combined. Olly deepens the kiss, licking at the seam of my lips, causing a wave of desire to travel from my toes and take up residence in my thickening cock.
Olly pulls away and I chase his mouth, letting out a whimper.
I don’t want him to pull away anymore. I’m done fighting what I want.
Don’t get me wrong, Olly will always deserve better than me, but I can deal with that later. Right now, I’m giving in.
I dive back into the kiss, my hands coming up to fist his shirt. My lip is still a little sore from Baby Spy, but I don’t fucking care. All I care about is that Olly’s lips are on mine.
Our tongues dance the delicate dance of heat and passion. Another whimper escapes me. If I were standing right now, I’m pretty sure my leg would kick up behind me, bent at the knee.
The glide of his fingertips skimming the hem of my shirt brings goosebumps prickling across my skin. My hands reach for the front of his shirt, bunching it in my fist. It’s the only thing I can do because right now I want to slide my hands around and squeeze his ass.
Fuck it.
Letting go of his shirt, my hands glide around Olly’s waist, cupping his ass over his jeans. And what a fine ass it is.
Olly pulls away, breathless, resting his forehead against mine. “What are we doing, Jasper?”
“I don’t know,” I say, “but I don’t want to stop. Please don’t stop.” I need to feel the hands of someone who cares.
Even if I push them away because I don’t want to be hurt when it turns out they really don’t care. Self-preservation.As soon as he slipped his hand in mine this morning, I knew my body would crave more, and I was fucked.
He takes a deep breath before resolve flashes in his eyes. Olly picks me up with a strength I didn’t know he had. My legs instantly wrap around his waist.
Somehow, in all the commotion, our lips find their way back to where they belong. Hey, that’s not an easy feat when you’re banging up against walls.
It’s only when my back hits the mattress that I realize where Olly has taken me. I’m completely on board with the direction this evening has taken.
Every move Olly makes is deliberate and precise, leaving no room for doubt. He’s showing his hand as a lover, a confident one. Which only pulls me deeper under his spell.
The press of Olly’s weight surrounds me like heaven as I sink into the mattress. I feel grounded. Tethered to something real.
Another very real thing is the feel of his hard cock against mine.Fucking pants!His lips skim across the column of my neck, kissing and sucking a path to my Adam’s apple.
“Your skin… same as your lips… taste like cotton candy. I can’t seem to get enough.” Olly breathes against the wet trail his lips leaves behind, making my toes curl.
“It’s my face cream. You don’t expect this face to look fabulous with regular old soap and water, do you?”
“Oh, baby; there is nothing about you that’s plain, old, or regular.”
“This is true,” I say, breathless, as he slides my shirt up and off. “My fashion sense is impeccable.”
Olly chuckles as his own shirt goes up and over his head.
Damn! Olly looks fine under all that flannel. His chest looks toned and well-defined, but it doesn’t resemble the muscles of a gym rat.
“What?” he says, staring down at me.
“Nothing, I just didn’t expect to see all this,” I say, swirling a finger at his six-pack abs hidden beneath the flannel.
Olly shrugs. “I’m surrounded by food for a living. I need something to combat my cravings, so I run and have a weight bench in the garage.”
