I was so turned on, it was almost intimidating.
I took two steps towards him before Olly grabbed the front of my jacket and hauled me closer, half-sitting on the edge of his desk and pulling me flush between his legs.I groaned at the feel of his hardness against my hip, unable to resist grinding my own hips forward so he could know I was just as ready for this as he was.He engulfed me in a blazing kiss that stole my breath as his hands fumbled for the button on my jacket, then pushed it down over my shoulders.
I didn’t care about it crumpling as it hit the floor.I didn’t care about any of it.I pushed my hands up to do the same for him – and stopped, caught in my tracks by the feel of his massive shoulders under my hands.
He watched me admire him for a moment before he loosened my tie, pulled it off over my head, and went to work on my buttons.I felt a moment of self-doubt – could he really be impressed by me, my physique, when I was standing next to what felt like a god?– but that moment disappeared at the reverential look on his face as he dropped my shirt right on top of my jacket.
Olly nuzzled at my neck, dropping his head to kiss and nip my bare skin.I gasped and shuddered under his attention, my hands uselessly dropping to rest on his knees.
“Perfect,” he murmured, and I could have died on the spot.
He must have sensed I was having some trouble with getting my hands to function because he straightened and began taking off his own jacket.I began to move back instinctively, giving him some room, but he grabbed me by the hips and yanked me back into place.We both hissed at the renewed contact and friction between us, and the possessive growl that tore from his throat as he firmly placed my hands back on his knees all but undid me.
I watched with bated breath and wide eyes as he lifted his turtleneck up over his head, balling it into his fist and letting it sail across to the other side of the office.The bunch and pull of his muscles was hypnotic.Bare-chested, he was so much more than my imagination had ever been able to conjure: despite the years that had been and gone since his professional career, he still had the body of an athlete.Thick muscles corded his arms and pumped up his chest and shoulders, and his stomach was ridged with six-pack abs I could have eaten dinner off.
He was perfect.Not me.
There was that feeling of inadequacy again.
Olly’s fingers found my chin and lifted it to look at him.“You’re beautiful,” he said evenly.It was like he could read my mind.Maybe he could – I’d never been all that great at hiding my feelings from my face.It had gotten me into a lot of trouble in high school, where I ended up coming out against my will, and in college, where being out had seemed like an adventure but just ended in a lot of heartbreak.
I understood him there, at least.
“You’re…” My breath hitched in my throat.I couldn’t say the words.How could you tell someone they were like a god to you without them either freaking out or getting so big-headed there was never any talking to them ever again?
If he understood, he didn’t say another word.He just leaned down and kissed me again, drawing me up close to him, and this time when I laid my hands on his chest it was the warmth of his bare skin under my fingers.
Olly leaned back and cleared his throat sheepishly.
“What?”I asked.Panic lit me up from the inside.What was wrong?Had he changed his mind after all?
“I don’t have any…” he trailed off and seemed to stop searching for a better word.“Thing.”
“Anything?”I raised an innocent eyebrow to pretend I didn’t understand, but I couldn’t hold it for long.Not only did he look uncomfortable – I guessed, at the revelation that he’d started something he didn’t think he could finish – but I was also impatient myself.
I gave him a lazy grin and sauntered back over to my desk, opened the very bottom drawer, and moved aside two packets of staples and spare tape for my tape dispenser that I had placed there as decoys.I could think of very little reason why anyone would look past staples and tape in search of anything else in the drawer.But there was something hidden back there, as it turned out.
I walked back to Olly and placed two items on his desk – one on either side of him.
A box of condoms and a bottle of lube.
Olly raised his eyebrows.It was my turn to clear my throat.“Yeah, well, I like to be prepared for any eventuality,” I said.
He leaned past me to look back at my desk.“Anyeventuality?”
“Let’s just focus on this one,” I suggested.
It was like showing a defenseless lamb to a wolf.
His mouth curved into a hungry grin, and before I could say another word, his hands were making short work of the button on my pants, pulling the zipper down, and sliding underneath my waistband.Not just the waistband of my pants – but my briefs, too.His hands didn’t stop sweeping around until they landed firmly on my ass, one on each cheek, his huge span almost covering both sides entirely.The warmth and heat of him –
Was nothing to the fact that hesqueezed.
“Oh, god,” I shuddered, and I gave in completely.
There was no vanity here, no comparison anymore.No feeling like I wasn’t worthy.No worrying about how I looked or whether I was moving too fast or too slow or any of the rest of it.There was only desire, because Olly had swept everything else from my mind, and I was only too happy to jump into the raging river and be swept along, too.
I launched myself onto the balls of my feet to kiss him, almost overbalancing and sending him backward – but his arms were all the way around me and he steadied me easily, his hands kneading my ass in time with our kisses.I fumbled to get my hands between us and undo his fly, needing to get him in my hands – except when I did, I found myself breaking away from the kiss to look down and stare.
