His mouth goes to my neck and he rubs his hand in slow circles on my back. “Mmm?”
“How about we wait to have sex until we get to Manhattan?”
He jerks his head back to meet my gaze full-on. “What? Why would we do that?”
“Because we’ll be staying in a hotel.” I start to fidget but keep rambling. “I mean, that seems more romantic. But I do have some sex toys here. I can show them to you later—well, I can show you right now if you’d like…” I break away from him and head for my dresser across the room.
I pull out a vibrator, dildo, and a tin of body butter, and then I grab a lighter, flick it on, and start lighting candles before Jenson can utter a word. “I’m not sure body butter qualifies as a sex toy, but I’m counting it. And I’m wearing sexy underwear to celebrate the occasion, this red set I bought with Hayley a while ago. I’ve never actually worn it for anyone before because normally I think it’s making too much of a statement. I also have these essential oils, which smell really nice. I’m not sure I’m an oil kind of girl, but maybe you’re into that kind of thing. I don’t know. I guess there’s a lot I don’t know about you, J, at least in the bedroom.”
“Hey.” Jenson takes my wrist. “Can we sit down?”
I take a seat next to him reluctantly on the bed and open my mouth to speak again, but Jenson starts talking quickly. “I really appreciate all of this,” he says, gesturing toward the dresser. “Although I don’t need anything but you. And I understand your idea of waiting until tomorrow night. It’s only one more night, right? And we’ve been waiting for years for this moment.”
I nod.
“So we could wait patiently until tomorrow,” he continues as he takes my hands in his. “But the thing is, I don’t need a special place for this night to be amazing and unforgettable. You’re all that matters. Olivia Graham, I love you.”
My breath catches in my throat. Tears fill my eyes, and I have to look away from him and out my window where I can’t see a damn thing because it’s pitch dark outside. Hearing Jenson say those three words out loud to me—it means so much. It feels like a fantasy, and yet he’s real. And he’s here. Jenson puts his hand underneath my chin and turns me to face him again.
“I’ve wanted to tell you that every day since I was old enough to know what love meant, Olive,” he says in a hoarse tone. “I fell in love with you a long time ago, and my feelings never changed. No matter what was going on or how far away we were from each other. I love you. And I really want to take off your clothes right now, including the sexy underwear you told me about, and make love to you right here. No pulling back the covers, no worrying about the candles. Let’s just blow them out and love each other all night long.”
I close my eyes and brush a tear away. Jenson puts his arms around me and says in my ear, “What do you think?”
I take a deep breath and keep my eyes locked with his. “I love you. I really do love you, Jenson Beau. I always have, and I know I always will.”
His green eyes glimmer with emotion. “Olive. I…”
But I put up my hand to stop him. “That’s why I’m so scared. Having you here with me feels so surreal, and I’m still adjusting to the reality. I love the reality, but my brain is still getting on board with my heart. I felt bad after things had to end between us. Sometimes, even though it was silly, I hated myself.” It’s an uncensored remark, one I would take back if I could, but it’s the truth, and I let it stand.
Jenson tucks a stray hair back behind my ear. “Please don’t ever hate yourself, Olive. We’ll get this right. Practice makes perfect.”
I respond by reaching for the buttons on his shirt. And this time, it’s like Jenson, and love, slip right into my heart.
He leaves a trail of kisses down my neck and down to each breast. “This is sexy,” he says as he takes off my top and his gaze lands on my red bra. He reaches a hand behind my back and easily unhooks it. “But you know what’s even sexier?”
“What?” I say hoarsely.
“How beautiful you are bare.” He slides the bra straps off my shoulders and down my arms until the bra’s left my body and I’m half-naked. “And you look so damn hot in these pajamas, babe. But you know what turns me on so much I can’t stand it?”
I shake my head, too aroused to answer him verbally.
“Peeling them right off of you.” He slips his fingers in the waistband of my pajama bottoms and does just what he said he was going to do. And he doesn’t stop there. My little red panties come off next. “This scrap of lace isn’t nearly as sexy as what’s underneath it, Olive.” His fingers graze that spot between my legs that sets me off like a lightboard when he touches me.
I let out a long moan, and Jenson nibbles my neck. Then his mouth goes south, and he closes his lips over one nipple. I arch my back, and he keeps moving, across my stomach, until he’s planting kisses on my inner thighs.
“I want to taste you again, Olive. Can I?” His voice is rough and needy.
I nod as I thread my fingers through his hair and guide him between my legs. And…oh, God. Jenson’s kisses start out gentle, and then he licks and sucks the most sensitive parts of me until I’m writhing on the bed and he has to hold onto my hips to keep me still. He brings me over the edge so quickly and so intensely that when I come to, both my hands are clutching the sheets in a death grip.
“Now, J. I’m sure.” I reach for a condom and hand it to him as I cup my hand over his hardness straining through his pants.
He lets out a low growl and puts his hand over mine. “Never felt like this with anyone else.” His lips brush my ear. “Ever. Only you, Olive. It will always be only you.”
He sheds his pants, and I reach over to pull off his knit boxers. His hard length juts out to greet me, and I wrap my hands around him while he groans. I lean down and press a kiss to the tip of him, and then I lick him.
“Christ. Olivia.”
I lick him again, this time letting my tongue trail all the way down his erection. He threads his fingers through my hair and urges my mouth off of him.
