We stumble down the hallway kissing like teenagers, bumping into walls, and tugging at each other’s clothes. Every time I think I can’t want him more, he does something else—tilts his head, licks into my mouth, murmurs my name—and my desire spikes.
We make it to my bedroom somehow, and my legs hit the edge of the mattress. He pauses, pulling back as his chest rapidly rises and falls. His lips are swollen, his eyes dark with emotion.
“Jenna,” he says, like a prayer or a warning, but I can’t decipher which. “Tell me what you want.”
My heart is pounding so hard I’m surprised he can’t see it beating beneath my sweater. “I want you, Oliver.Allof you. I want your hands on me. Your mouth on me...” My skin flushes, but I force the words out, because I need him to know. “I wantto feel you inside me. I don’t want to think about anything else. I just need to feel.”
His control fractures as his fingers flex at my waist. Then he takes a slow, deliberate breath, as if reining himself in. “You trust me?”
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation. “I trust you.”
“That’s a big thing to hand someone, Princess.” His voice softens. “I won’t take it lightly.”
“Good. Now stop talking and kiss me.”
He shoots me a lethal grin and something in his posture hardens. It’s subtle, but I feel it. The shift from sweet to something firmer. More dominant and in control.
His mouth finds mine again. Then he’s pushing me back until I’m lying on the bed. His hands slide under my sweater, his calloused palms warm and heavy against my bare skin. He lifts the fabric slowly, his knuckles brushing my ribs, my sides, the underside of my bra.
I suck in a breath. “Wait.”
He stills instantly, his hands hovering. “Stop?”
“No.” I shake my head. “No, I just—” I look down at myself, then back up, embarrassment prickling my skin. “I haven’t… done this with anyone else. And my body’s different from when you last saw me.I’mdifferent.”
His hands tighten, just slightly, on my waist.
“Jenna.” His voice is firm. “Look at me.”
I do, and his gaze is steady, serious. More intense.
“You are beautiful. Every inch of you. I’m not just saying that to make you feel better. I’ve thought you were beautiful since we were teenagers, and you have only gotten more so.” He leans in, brushing his lips over mine. “I wantallof you. Nothing about you makes me want you less. Do you understand?”
Tears sting my eyes. “Yeah,” I whisper. “Okay.”
“Good girl.” His praise feels like a weighted blanket that settles my nerves.
He lifts my sweater the rest of the way, and I raise my arms to help him. The fabric glides over my head and lands somewhere on the floor when he tosses it aside. The cool air hits my flushed skin, followed by the heat of his gaze.
His eyes darken as he takes me in—my bra, my rounded stomach, my curves.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “You’re perfect.”
I chuckle. “If soft and squishy is perfect, then yeah.”
But Oliver doesn’t laugh. Instead, he holds my gaze as if daring me to look away. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. “You’ll always be perfect to me, Princess. Now lie back.”
There’s no sharpness in the command, just quiet expectation, like he knows I’ll listen. And God help me, I do. This man makes me want to submit to him like I’ve never wanted to before.
I scoot back onto the bed and stretch out, my heart almost pounding out of my chest. He follows, bracing one knee on the mattress beside my hip. His hands skate along my sides, then slip beneath my bra, causing me to inhale a sharp breath. He studies my face, looking for any sign of hesitation. He doesn’t find one. Because I don’t want him to stop.
He deftly releases the clasp at my back with infuriating ease and slides the straps down my arms before dropping the garment to the floor. My heavy breasts spill free, and my nipples tighten under his hungry stare.
“Jesus, Jenna,” he groans. “Look at you.”
Heat floods my cheeks, but it comes with a hint of pride that has me arching my back as I present myself to him. He dips his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone, then lower. His trim beard scrapes lightly over my skin, sending shockwaves down my spine.
When his hot, wet mouth closes around me, I moan, “Mmm…”
