We settled into the afterglow, neither moving a muscle. Afraid to break the moment by answering that question. Because I had a feeling if he prodded even a little bit more… my stupid heart wouldn’t be able to hold back. And those three words would spill out.
Ruining everything.
43
FALLON
Isighed softly as Oliver lathered soap in his palms and cupped my breasts, getting bubbles all over my chest. I’m not sure if I’d ever felt this relaxed in my life. I leaned my head back against his shoulder letting the hot water run between our naked bodies.
He pressed a soft kiss to my neck, his hands moving down, over my stomach and over my pussy.
‘You already cleaned that,’ I mumbled. And he had. Thoroughly. The moment we’d stepped foot into the shower, he got on his knees and started cleaning me with his tongue. After two rolling orgasms, I was close to falling asleep standing up even though I’d just woken up after the best night's sleep I’d ever had.
‘Just checking,’ he said into my neck. His fingers played in my folds, spreading them open, circling my entrance.
Emotion clogged up my throat as I melted under his touch.I loved him.That little revelation I’d had as he pounded into me last night left me shaken and uncertain.
Maybe it was just amazing sex? Maybe I was confusing that with love?
I didn’t need to search hard to know that was bullshit. I closed my eyes against the onslaught of feelings that rose within me. I couldn’t be in love with Oliver Blake.I couldn’t.
‘You’re thinking awfully loud for someone who’s already come twice this morning.’
His hands moved up my body, resting on my hips. His hard dick pressed between my cheeks but he seemed content to leave it. For now at least.
‘Go on, Pooh, what’s that brain thinking?’
That I might be in love with you and it scares the ever-living shit out of me because you have the potential to break my heart.
Instead, I chose to tell him a different truth.
‘I don’t want this to change anything. I still want to do the book-‘ My voice wavered.
‘Hey,’ he cut me off, turning me to face him. God, he was stunning. Hair wet from the shower and body rippling with muscles. He cupped my cheeks, tilting my head back, forcing me to meet his intense blue eyes.
‘It’s not gonna change a fucking thing. Our jobs aren’t changing. You’re gonna write the best book you can and I’m gonna sit and look pretty for the cover.’
I rolled my eyes.
He grinned. ‘It’s gonna be fine. Trust me?’
My head was bobbing before my brain could catch up.
He lowered his head so his mouth just brushed mine. ‘Then be a good girl and let me fuck this pouty mouth of yours before we go out and get you coffee and I drop you home happy and caffeinated, so you can do what you do best.’
I hummed, a sly smile playing on my lips. ‘Now you’re speaking my language.’ I pressed a soft kiss to his open mouth before I slid to my knees. More than happy to oblige.
My teenytiny revelation of realising I was in love with him kept cropping up at inconvenient times. Whenever he looked at me… or indeed whenever Ithoughtabout him. The words rolled on my tongue but I never let them escape.
It’s just a bit of fun.
I did my best to stamp those words across my skull on the drive home. Taylor Swift’sSpeak Now (Taylor’s Version)was playing softly on the radio and I internally scoffed.Oh, sweet irony.
‘You sure you don’t want to reconsider my excellent idea?’ Oliver asked when he’d pulled up outside my flat and turned the car off.
I leaned my head back against the headrest, a lazy smile playing on my lips.
‘I’m sure. I’ve got a ton of work to do. Remember that little book we’re supposed to be writing together?’
