“No problem. Breakfast is from 7 and late checkout is possible, too.” We don’t give Patricia any notice.
“Perfect. Have a good night.” Oliver can’t close the door fast enough.
We both step back into the middle of the room. I’m trying to digest what just happened, and when I turn, he’s standing there with his hands free. But that smug and determined look remains. Without a word, he takes my plate and wine then sets it aside on the bedside table.
Who will speak first?
The room is quiet, except there are a thousand fireworks exploding in my mind. It feels as though we’re challenging one another.
“Didn’t realize we would be needing the sign,” I comment flatly. I’m still trying to discern what is running through his mind. He doesn’t need to know that I’m mentally flipping through a catalog of every filthy fantasy I’ve ever had for him.
Oliver prowls forward, and it raises my attention again as he closes in. “Cut the crap, Hailey.”
“Excuse me?” My eyes grow big.
I shudder the moment he plants his fingers on my arm just above my elbow. There is a gust of wind that nearly knocks me down, but it’s not from outside; it’s purely due to his touch.
“You really needed to inform me of your lacy details?”
“That’s what is bothering you?”
He flexes his jaw and then his mouth forms his signature cocky smirk that causes my entire center to tighten. My breathing grows faster, and I’m hanging on by a thread. All because of his sexy mouth that displays something different.
A dare, perhaps.
No. It’s a warning.
He watches as he strokes the back of his knuckles gingerly up my arm, sending a ripple of sensitivity through my body.
“We can be responsible adults and sleep in a bed half naked as though it’s a normal day. But you know the thing about that?” he asks softly.
“What?” I rasp.
“Neither of us wants to just sleep.” His eyes strike up to mine. “Care to admit that too? We’re both thinking the same thing.” His fingers begin to curl around my arm, holding me still with no escape.
And the coy smirk slowly spreading on my lips informs him that I wouldn’t want to anyhow.
“I admit it.” Suddenly the words I thought I should never say become so easy. For one night we can’t hide from one another. “We keep dancing around the…issuebetween us.”
He steps closer, and prickles run down my body in anticipation.
“We shouldn’t give in, but for one night, I don’t fucking care.” His voice is firm with a sweltering grit.
“What a coincidence. I return the sentiment,” I say, flippant.
A gravelly noise rumbles in his throat as his hands cup my face. The moment his lips slam down on mine, I think I’m temporarily blind.
His lips are commanding yet soothing. Repositioning to kiss me better, I murmur from the contact that I’ve been desperately wanting from this man. I nearly forget that I’m standing on earthuntil his tongue parts my lips to delve into my mouth. One swirl of tongues and I’m addicted to his kisses.
Only briefly parting, our lips reconnect, and he groans from the contact. This is no longer a first kiss; we’re escalating to new heights. His fingers rake through my hair and my fingers fist his shirt.
We slowly subside, and a few quick kisses lead us in all directions. Oliver’s mouth abandons my lips to skim along the line of my jaw.
“Do you like that we just kissed?”
I’m almost breathless. “I like it a lot.”
“Oh, thank God.” Then he bruises my lips with another kiss.
