Tessa
Oliver’s arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me tight against his body. Cocooned in his warmth, I never wanted to leave his bed. There was something explosive between us, the way he’d been able to make my body come alive under his touch.
Damn, but that was the best sex I’d ever had. I wiggled deeper into his hold, enjoying the way I fit into the crook of his body. The fact that we were cuddling after sex, and I hadn’t evenasked.
After he’d given me two orgasms, he’d slid out of bed, and my heart sank. I’d thought he was going to ask me to leave.
That was it. One fantastic wedding hook-up. At least I could check that off my list. But no. He’d gone to the bathroom, dealt with the condom, and then come back with a glass of ice-cold water for me.
Just the way I liked it.
Did he notice that I never drank room-temperature water? It had to be as cold as possible. My brother liked to joke that I wanted to drink water fresh from the mountains, still chilled from the snow. Maybe it was part of me left over from growing up in Washington. Seattle wasn’t that different from Portland, after all. Both of them were gray and overcast for most of the year.
I didn’t miss the gray. Living in Los Angeles, I constantly soaked up vitamin D., but I missed the water.
After finishing my water and using the bathroom myself, he’d been there waiting for me in bed, still naked. I could have done the smart thing and gone home. Except, it was Noelle and Matthew’s wedding night. I didn’t exactly want to spend the night at their house with a pair of newlyweds.
And, more importantly… I didn’t want to leave. Not now.
So we were cuddling. Naked. And I was very aware of Oliver’s growing erection pressing against my backside.
Another reason I kept wiggling backward onto him further.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Oliver breathed into my ear, his hand curling over my stomach. He pressed a kiss to my shoulder.
Erotic. Filthy. And damn, I loved it.
I had two more weeks left in Portland before I went home. What were the chances he’d be willing to continue? Two weeks of mind-blowing sex. Then I’d have to say goodbye. I knew it, and yet, my heart ached at the thought. That I’d just found him, and I was already thinking about how this would end.
That had always been how it was with me, though. I’d never been able to stop and enjoy something in the moment. Probably why none of my relationships had lasted.
He pressed his erection into my ass, and I let out a soft moan as he reached between us, rubbing his fingers over my slit.
“Tessa.” Oliver dragged his teeth over my neck.
“Yeah?” My voice was pure sex, practically moaning the words as he slipped his fingers inside me.
“Are you on anything?”
I nodded. “I have an IUD.” I couldn’t exactly afford to get pregnant right now, not with my filming schedule. Not when my career was picking up.
He hummed, rocking his hips into me as he scissored his fingers. “Good.”
“G-good?” I repeated, barely able to think straight as he kept finger-fucking me.
His lips were against my ear as he murmured. “Yeah. Cause I really wanna fuck you bare, baby.”
I groaned. “Oliver.” I’d never gone without condoms before. Not once. Even in college, when my idiot boyfriend begged me, I’d broken up with him before graduating, anyway. There was no future there.
There wasn’t one here, I tried to remind myself. This was just a hook-up—a fling.
But I wanted to feel him inside of me. Wanted to have him in a way that I’d never had anyone before.
“I’ve always used condoms,” he admitted. “I’m safe. But only if you want that.”
He pulled his fingers out before bringing them up to his lips, sucking me off of them.
Damn, that was hot.
