He takes over slowly, gently, angling his mouth and coaxing my lips apart. His tongue sweeps against mine, and my knees actually go weak.
This. This is the kind of kiss I’ve read about. The kind you see in the movies but think don’t happen in real life. Bobby never kissed me like this. Not once in ten years.
Oliver issavoringme. Like he has all night to take his time. Like I’m something he’s been waiting for, not just something to get through.
A quiet moan escapes me, embarrassingly needy, as he presses me back until my shoulders hit the door. His body fits against mine like it was made to, firm and solid and safe.
He eases up, giving me space. “Too much?” he asks, his voice rough.
I shake my head, breathing hard. “No. Not enough.”
Fire flashes in his eyes.
“I don’t want you to be gentle,” I blurt, then wince. “I mean, I do. But I…”
There’s a silent plea in my gaze but I’m not sure what I’m begging for. I smooth my palms up his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath my hands. He covers them with his own, holding me in place.
“I feel safe with you,” I confess, the truth spilling out on a whisper. “Safer than I’ve felt in a long time. Maybe ever.”
He closes his eyes for a moment, like the words hit him somewhere deep, then opens them again, his gaze dark and intent. “Jenna…”
“Show me,” I whisper, framing his jaw in my hands. I stare straight into his eyes so he sees I mean it. “Show me what it feels like to be wanted. To be worshiped.” My throat tightens, but I push through it. “I’m so tired of feeling like an obligation. I want to feel like a choice.”
For a moment, the world goes silent.
Then something shifts in his expression, and his voice drops to a low tone. “Give me your keys, baby.”
I fumble through my purse and give them to him. My hands are shaking, but it has absolutely nothing to do with the chill of the night air.
His hand slides up, his fingers wrapping lightly around my throat. He’s not squeezing, just holding with his thumb under my jaw, tilting my face up. I swear I forget how to breathe.
“You tell me if you want to stop. At any point, for any reason. You understand?”
I nod, my pulse thumping in my ears.
“Use your words, Princess.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I understand.”
His thumb strokes across my skin. “Good girl.”
Every muscle in my body melts at the praise.Oh. Okay. So that’s a real thing.
He must see it on my face, because the corner of his mouth lifts in a knowing, sinful little smile. Then he turns the knob and ushers me inside before kicking the door closed and flipping the lock.
He takes my hand, laces our fingers together, and tugs me down the hall. We barely make it three steps before I stop and yank him back for another kiss. I can’t help it. I need to feel his lips on mine again.
He chuckles against my mouth. “Someone’s impatient.”
“You have no idea,” I mumble, fisting his shirt.
His free hand slides down to grab my ass, pulling me flush to him. I feel the solid length of his cock pressing against my belly, and heat floods through me.
“Walk,” he murmurs, giving my hip a gentle, firm squeeze. “Before I fuck you right here against the wall.”
A shiver runs through me. “Is that… an option?”
He laughs again, amusement rumbling through his chest. “Don’t tempt me.”
