“I’m a mess.”
“I like you messy.” He reached out, twirling his finger around one of my lingering curls. My hair was probably a mess, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not when he was looking at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
When he was looking at me like hecared.
“Oliver.” I pressed my hand on his chest, biting my lip. “What are we doing?”
He stilled, his hand still cupping my hip. “What do you mean?”
“I’m leaving in two weeks.” I frowned, pulling away.
Standing up off the bed, he ran his fingers through his hair. “I know.”
“So we’re just… having fun? It can’t be anything serious.”
“Fun,” he muttered like he was tasting the word on his tongue. “Okay,” he agreed. “Fun. I can do fun.”
Kneeling onto the bed, he cupped my cheeks with both his hands, wordlessly bringing my mouth back to his. He let our tongues intertwine, a lazy exploration of each other’s mouths, till I was panting underneath him.
Maybe next, he’d let me take him in my mouth. Or maybe we could shower together, wash the sweat, and come from our bodies before we did it all over again. I didn’t plan on leaving this bed tonight, and I had a feeling he didn’t either.
“I’m here for two more weeks,” I murmured, intertwining our fingers. “Spend it with me?”
“Like you could get rid of me that easily, Hollywood.” He kissed my forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.”
CHAPTER 6
Oliver
Was it the same as doing the walk of shame if you were happier than you’d ever been? Still, heading to Matthew & Noelle’s house for brunch the next morning after spending all night in bed with Tessa felt… wrong.
But it was life changing. I’d never had so much fun in bed with a woman before. No one had ever responded the way she did, so enthusiastically.
Fuck. I adjusted my cock in my slacks, trying to recite a piece of code instead of thinking about taking her bare. Getting hard in her brother’s house with all of Matthew & Noelle’s friends around just felt wrong.
If anyone had thought it was weird that the two of us had driven in together this morning, no one said a word. We’d showered this morning at my place, and thankfully, we’d had the forethought to grab her suitcase before going back to my place.
She looked gorgeous in her peachy-colored sundress that complimented her gorgeous golden skin.
God, it was unfair how attracted to her I was. If I’d thought that one night would fix my obsession, make me want her any less… I’d been dead wrong. All it did was open up something inside of me that made me wantmore.
Tessa forked another piece of pineapple from her plate, popping it in her mouth as I watched. She held eye contact with me, and I wondered if she was thinking about how I’d fed her the cake. It was impulsive as fuck, but I didn’t regret it. Not when it led us here.
She kicked me under the table, and I winced.
“Oliver?” Noelle asked. “Are you okay?”
I grunted. “Yeah. Fine. Just bumped my knee on the table.” I shot Tessa a look. She responded by running her bare foot up my leg, pressing down on my erection.
Damn, I was going to get her back for this later.
“Are you guys excited for your honeymoon?” Tessa asked sweetly, her voice like honey.
“So excited,” Noelle said.
Angelina sighed from the other end of the table. When I’d first met her, she was high-strung, but she was a lot more relaxed now that she’d gotten married herself. “It’s going to be the most magical trip. I wish I could do it all over again.” Her husband leaned in, whispering something into her ear, and she swatted at his shoulder. “Benjamin,” she scolded.
“What?” He grinned. “We can do it all over again any time you want, Angel.”
