He laughs, eyes bright, and he gets more serious. “You’re getting into this. I love it.”
“Yeah,” I admit, smiling. “I kinda do too.”
He pulls me in, slow and warm, and kisses me. One kiss turns into several, soft and unhurried. I end up straddling him without even thinking about it, my hands in his hair, his hands steady at my waist.
Eventually, I pull back, breathless. “We should probably go to bed.”
“Yeah,” he says, forehead pressed to mine. “But, I like kissing you.”
“I love kissing you,” I say, and I mean it.
I grab my pajamas and head for the bathroom. He follows, leaning in the doorway.
“It’d be faster if we showered together,” he says lightly.
I smirk. “Best friends don’t shower together.”
“Pretend fiancés do,” he replies and shrugs. “Haven’t you heard? Apparently, it’s a new thing.”
He steps closer, brushing his thumb over my lips. “And if you like what I do with my mouth here, you should see what else I can do with it.”
Holy shit. I want to see.
I grab his shirt and pull him into the bathroom before I can overthink it and push the door shut quietly. I turn the water on to cover up any sounds, and he backs me gently against the wall, kissing me until my knees forget how to work. I drop my clothes on the floor. Ollie watches me with eyes that are nothing short of wanting to devour me.
He strips off his shirt with one easy motion, reaching back and tugging it free at the back of his neck. The sight of him always makes my breath hitch. His body is all hard lines and strength, a solid wall of muscle across his chest, broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist with that deep V pulls my gaze lower, my pulse skidding.
He slides his shorts and boxer down, making his cock springfree, and my mouth practically waters for it. It’s definitely not an average cock, that’s for sure. My best friend has been packing a massive cock, and you’re telling me I’ve held back on this? I shake my head, thinking that I have been crazy to deny this all along.
“Okay, ground rules. What if we just got this out of our system one time?” I ask nervously.
He laughs. “You think one time would cure you from wanting it more?”
His hands trail down my breasts, and I moan. “Ollie, I need an orgasm so bad. I need this. It’s been so long. I can’t even take care of it because we share a bed.”
God, I hate how I’m begging, but I need this. So badly. I haven’t been with anyone in an embarrassing amount of time.
Ollie nips at my ear and says, “You might be pretending about marrying me. But there isn’t anything pretend about what I’m going to do to you with this mouth. And all you had to do was ask. I’ll give you what you need tonight, baby.”
His dirty words send a shiver through me, heat curling low in my belly, leaving me dizzy and undone.
We step into the warm water, and he backs me up until the tile is cold against my spine, his body all heat and pressure, trapping me there like he means to keep me forever.
Steam curls around us, thick and clinging, fogging the edges of the world until it’s just us. Ollie drops to his knees in front of me, so suddenly it steals my breath. The sight of him there sends a jolt straight through me.
He looks up at me, dark eyes locked on mine, hot and intent and unflinching. Like he’s exactly where he wants to be.
His hands slide firmly over my thighs, spreading them, anchoring me in place. The confidence of it makes my knees go weak. My body reacts before my brain can catch up, heatpooling low and urgent, my pulse hammering everywhere at once.
I gasp as his mouth finds me, skilled and relentless, and my head falls back against the tile. Sensation builds fast, rolling and sharp and overwhelming. My thighs start to tremble, betraying me completely.
One of my hands dives into his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands, gripping just enough to guide him, to tell him exactly where I need him. The other arm flies up, pressing across my mouth as a broken sound tears out of me anyway.
He doesn’t rush it.
Just when I feel myself tipping too close, he eases back, drawing it out until I’m breathless and aching and desperate. Then he takes me right back there again, slow and sure, over and over, until my whole body is shaking and I can barely stay upright.
I’m so close it hurts.
