A hand closed around my wrist, and then I was spinning—twirled into someone’s arms.
No, not someone’s—His.
He pressed me up against the wall of the barn, and I looped my arms around his neck. And then his lips were on mine.
It was impossible to say who made the first move—whether it was me who lunged up, taking that last few inches of space away, or it was him who pressed his lips to mine, but it didn’t matter.
Because it was a first kiss I would have waited a lifetime for. One that sparked electricity in my veins, fireworks exploding before my eyes as his soft yet firm lips caressed mine.
He coaxed me open with his tongue, slipping into my mouth effortlessly. Pulling on my lower lip with his teeth, I let out a slow moan, digging my fingers into his hair and pulling at the strands, but still, there was no separating us. Our mouths were in a desperate dance, needing to get intimately acquainted with each other. His knee pressed against my legs, and I ground down on it, needing the friction.
“Hi,” I breathed, unable to look away from his green eyes as we pulled apart.
“Hi.” He traced my cheek with his free hand—the one that wasn’t currently sitting on my hip—before tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re so gorgeous, Tessa Harper. I could barely keep my hands off you all night.”
Humming in response, I kept running my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Oh, flattery will get youeverywhere,Oliver Graham.”
He pressed a kiss to the side of my mouth. I liked that he was taller than me, but that he didn’t have to bend down far to reach my lips. That I could still wear heels but not have to worry that I was going to threaten his manhood with my height. Besides, Oliver wasn’t like that. Unlike most of the men I worked with, there was no toxic masculinity here.
Over the last few years, I'd seen him at the parties my brother and Noelle have thrown. I’ve witnessed how he interacted with everyone, how caring he was, and how genuine and thoughtful he was.
He’d be the kind of man who would open your door before you could. Who would make sure he held your hand as you walked down the sidewalk, keeping you on the inside. The kind of man who any woman would be lucky to be with.
The kind of man I desperately wanted but couldn’t have. Was this a mistake? I couldn’t have him. Not really. I was only here for two more weeks. What were the chances he just wantedfun?
“So we’re doing this?” I asked as he kissed my neck.
“I sure as fuck hope so,” he said, leaving more kisses on my skin. I still had a bit of a tan from LA this summer—I spent a lot of time at the beach or running outside to stay active—and it gave my skin a beautiful golden glow.
I sucked down a bit of air. “Is this crazy?”
Oliver hummed, standing up straight to play with my hair so he could look me in the eyes. “Considering I’ve wanted to kiss you ever since I first saw you, I think no.”
“Oh.” I wasn’t sure I was breathing. “You have?”
He leaned in, dipping his head low. “Yes. Every party, every time I saw you, it was all I could think about. What those lips would feel like. What you’d taste like.” His forehead pressed against mine.
“Then why didn’t you make a move before?” I asked. We could have been doing this all along. “I’ve thought about you too, you know.” I blushed.
He shook his head. “No way. You’re so far out of my league, it’s not even funny. Besides, Matthew would have killed me.”
“He’s my brother, not my dad,” I said, rolling my eyes. “And are you kidding me? Have youseenyourself?” I pinched his upper biceps through his tux jacket.
“Oh, so you only want me for my body, huh?” He smirked, flexing underhis clothes.
I laughed, pressing my lips to his again. “Do you want to get out of here?”
The reception was winding down as everyone started heading out. Plus, the cake was cut, and Matthew and Noelle wouldn’t even notice we were missing. Right?
Oliver’s answering grin was all I needed.
CHAPTER 4
Oliver
Did I want to get out of here?Fuck yes, I did. I wanted to take Tessa back to my place, to strip that dress from her body and worship every inch of her. Those curvy hips, her long, sexy-as-fuck legs, those tits I couldn’t wait to taste.
“Is your car here?” I asked her, pressing one last kiss to her neck before pulling away, offering her my hand.
