It only took Ollie a few beats to battle it out with himself. He slammed his palms over the desk before pushing off it. I held my breath.Don’t you dare leave me like this,I wanted to say. But my words were caught, lost somewhere between my brain and tongue.
He walked toward the door.
Paralyzed, my non-existent heart was already breaking, mourning the loss of this moment that would never happen.
Everything had stopped. My breathing. My brain. The pumping of my heart. Ollie.
The sound of my door locking echoed.
My heart thumped.
He turned to face me.
My heart thumped.
His powerless eyes filled with lifetimes of longing—longing for me.
My heart thumped.
And Ollie withdrew his white tee, exposing tattoos along his ribcage, chest, and lean abs. In two long strides, he stood before me again, picking me up off the desk effortlessly and laying me across the mattress. He slowly pinned my hands above me as he covered my mouth with his.
I could breathe again.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Mia,” he said slowly, his nose grazing mine as the mint bounced off his mouth. Before I had a chance to question him, his tongue slipped between my lips and our impatient kiss spiraled. We were on fire as a familiar spark went off inside me. My lips trembled against his as his fingers traveled down to the button on my jeans. Ollie had the ability to break me, and I knew it the moment my eyes fell on him.
He hesitantly pulled away and stood over me with one knee between my legs and his other foot planted on the floor. “Are you on birth control?”
I nodded. “And I never have sex without a condom … I have a box in my suitcase.”
Ollie looked over to my suitcase and back at me. “You always use a condom? Not even one slip-up?”
I nodded and shook my head, unable to contain the buzz of him. “Never slipped.”
“Then I’m not making love to you with a fucking condom on.” An ache and adoration mixed in his eyes, and his voice held a promise. “It’s all or nothing, Mia.”
“Okay,” I whispered, and lifted my shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor beside me.
His eyes praised me before his lips did, and his warm hands reached behind me to unlatch my bra, freeing my breasts. Ollie guided my arms above my head before his fingers inched their way down the length of them, past my breast and at my sides. My nipples hardened instantaneously under his warmth. Gasping, my body buckled under his wet lips as they trailed along my collarbone and down the middle of my chest.
Ollie took his time, and his nose brushed my stomach as his lips left impressions over my skin. My impatient hips moved beneath him as he undid my button and zipper.
“The feeling you have right now—I need you to hold on to it for as long as possible. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”
“I think so,” I breathed.
Ollie paused and dropped his hands on each side of me. “The moment you start slipping away, and you don’t feel anything anymore, I can see the change in your eyes. They turn hollow. All I’m asking is for you to stay with me for as long as you can. When you notice your damn switch turning back on, remember this moment. Remember me and the way I make you feel, alright?”
“Yes, Ollie,” I said eagerly.
He removed my boots and peeled off my jeans as I lay there in anticipation, watching him adore every inch of me. Soft lips trailed along my hipbone and over my panties. He rested his chin over my lower stomach and looked up to me. His two emerald gems sparkled, asking for consent in silence.
I nodded, and his mouth moved to my inner thigh and my insides illuminated. He bent my knees and ran his fingertips down the backs of my thighs. Hooking the strings of my panties, he stripped them off with ease.
Ollie pulled my knees apart, and his hands massaged the insides of my thighs as his eyes fell over my sex, then my stomach, then my breasts, and then my face, taking in all of me.
I was already his and whatever he wanted.
His slave. His savior. His anchor.
