I was too cold to talk, too cold to think of anything but getting warm, and he was warm. I would’ve crawled inside him if it were possible.
As I shivered against him, he held me, trying to get me warm. I wasn’t sure how long it would take to warm up, but I finally did. When my body finally stopped shaking, I was left weak and completely exhausted, but he still didn’t stop rubbing his hand up and down my back. With the storm raging outside the barn, I moved in and out of sleep for what seemed like hours. The only way I knew if he was awake was if his hand was moving on my back. At one point, I woke to his hand still as stone, so I thought he was asleep until I felt his lips on my forehead, pressing a soft kiss to my skin.
Panic filled me, along with confusion, and at the same time, I felt my entire body relax. It was like my brain, my heart, and my body were on three different sides. My head said to keep some distance between us because I’d just gotten out of a relationship.
My heart, on the other hand, enjoyed the feeling of being cared for. I liked the way he seemed to protect me and keep my best interests in mind.
And my body, well, I honestly wanted to jump his bones, which was confusing in and of itself because I wasn’t the sleeping-around type. I started dating Alex when we were just a couple of teenagers, and he was the only guy I’d ever been with. Which was another reason why it stung so much to see him in bed with my best friend.
How long had they been messing around behind my back? I was embarrassed that I’d been so stupid for so long. The betrayed part of me wanted to get even, and Oliver seemed to check all the boxes. But my heart kept stopping me. If I used Oliver to get back at Alex, I would be using him, and my heart wouldn’t allow it. It didn’t matter which way I looked at it; I couldn’t make a decision.
At some point, I fell asleep and slept hard. The storm passed, and the outside world became silent before the birds woke me with their soft chirps. My eyes opened and found his face. I started on his full lips and slowly moved them up until my eyes locked with his.
I offered a sleepy smile. “Hey.”
“Good morning,” he replied softly.
“How are you feeling?”
“Better,” he answered. “How’d you sleep?”
“Pretty good, all things considered. How about you? Did you get any sleep at all, or did I keep you up all night?”
“You didn’t keep me up.” His hand moved to my jaw as his eyes darkened with intensity.
I was frozen. I didn’t know what to do.
Should I allow the kiss or stop it?
We still hadn’t talked about the first kiss, and he was about to kiss me again? Did I want the kiss? And if I did, what didthat mean? What if I ended up wanting more? What if he did? Where could the kiss take us?
The last time he walked away, but this time…Neither of us had to go anywhere. Would it lead to us rolling around in the hay?
Before I could decide, it happened.
He leaned in and touched his lips to mine. They were soft, warm, and strong. His tongue teased my lips until I opened for him. His hot tongue slid into my mouth with careful skill. I melted, instantly letting go of all my questions and worries, and finally letting myself enjoy the moment for however long it lasted, for however far it went.
His tongue danced with mine, and his teeth nipped my lower lip, adding just a touch of pain that made a wave of need go washing through my body.
A soft moan escaped, getting absorbed by his mouth. But he heard it, and in that instant, I felt his cock harden against my thigh.
Suddenly, he was rolling me onto my back and taking his place on top of me without even breaking our kiss. His large body felt good pressing against me. He was heavy in all the right ways—much heavier than Alex. Alex was tall with an athletic build. But Oliver, he was taller and heavier, muscles upon muscles, all woven together under soft, tanned skin. His body reminded me of the statues of Greek gods carved from ivory—rock-hard, smooth, chiseled to perfection.
His large hand moved to my thigh, and he gave it a squeeze before lifting it higher, allowing him to press against me right where I needed him the most. My heart raced wildly in my chest, my lungs heaving with excitement.
Every inch of my body tingled as my stomach filled with butterflies and tightened with anticipation. I wanted him in every way possible. I no longer cared about the things I’d beenworried about before. I didn’t know him, but so what? I knew him well enough. It’s not like we were getting married. We were going to have sex Just sex. People do it all the time.
My hands were on either side of his face, holding him to me as we kissed. He rolled his hips, grinding against me and lighting my blood on fire. I felt his hand slowly start making its way up my thigh. It moved over my hip, up my side, and around to cup my breast. He delivered a gentle squeeze before moving his thumb back and forth across my nipple, making it harden under my clothes.
I was breathless and had to break our kiss, but that didn’t stop him.
He kissed my chin and up my jaw to my ear. He nipped the lobe before working a trail down my neck, kissing, sucking, and nipping my skin with his teeth.
Every touch, every kiss, was like throwing gasoline on an already out-of-control fire. He brought every inch of my body to life in a way I’d never felt before. I felt like I was drowning in my need for him. Like I was going to explode if I didn’t find some relief soon.
As his thumb teased my nipple and his mouth tortured my skin, his hips continued to grind against me. I felt my stomach tighten as a swirl of tingles formed. He’d not even touched me under my clothes, and I was already about to come undone.
If things between us had gone on for thirty more seconds, I knew I would have; however, the crunch of gravel and the roar of a motor from outside the barn cut through our moment. In the blink of an eye, Oliver went from being on top of me to pulling me to my feet and guiding me to the back of the barn, where we hid behind the wall of hay.
