I close the gap between us. When our lips touch, he’s hesitant, but I don't give him a chance to back off. I need this right now. After a moment, his lips move tentatively over mine.
The kiss starts slow, just lips familiarizing themselves again. Lazy strokes. Soft caresses. Then his tongue seeks permission, and I open my mouth, letting him take over.
My breathing slows, and I’m not shivering anymore. My heart is still fighting for survival, though.
He takes a few steps back, pulling me with him. I realize we were full-on making out in the hallway. Then my back hits the wall, and the door slams shut.
He cages me in, his tongue tasting me, swallowing me, consuming me.
He pulls back a little. “You're okay. You're okay,” he repeats, breathing heavily.
“I'm okay.” I nod. And now, I truly am.
Chapter Sixteen
Matt
Oliver's heart is still beating too fast, but at least I can’t smell fear anymore.
It's all desire, sunshine, and roses. I kiss his swollen mouth again, running my tongue over it, biting his lower lip. I push my tongue inside, tasting him again.
It calms me down, if only a little. When I saw him standing there, his hair disheveled, his eyes wide, his hands trembling, the smell of pure fear radiating off him, all I wanted was to hunt down whoever made him look like this.
I also smelled something peculiar, something that didn’t belong, but I didn't get a chance to understand what it was before he kissed me.
Once I caught a taste, I couldn't stop. I could never with Oliver, could I? My friends were not exaggerating when they said I talk about him all the time. How can I not? If I could capture his scent in a bottle and roll in it every day, I would.
If there’s a non-creepy way of doing it, feel free to let meknow.
I move my hand under his T-shirt. He makes a satisfied groan, which gets lost in my mouth. I kiss his neck, taking in a deep sniff.
“I missed you so much,” I whisper against his body. The last three days were horrible.
He thankfully ignores me.
I move my hands up until I am rubbing his nipples. He’s awfully sensitive, information I fully intend to use. I nip at the sensitive skin below his ear, and he moans. I soothe with my tongue, his skin warm and slightly salty.
My wolf trembles with the need to flip him and fuck him right there until he knows who he belongs to. I take a deep breath, and then two more, to calm myself down a bit.
I move my lips up his jaw until I am swallowing his little whimpers, my finger and thumb playing with his nipple. I pull him up to give my mouth easy access. He immediately wraps his legs around my hips.
Done being a starving animal, I carry Oliver to the bedroom. When I reach the bed, I throw him onto my mattress.
He lets out a yelp.
“Are you going to tell me what happened?” I ask because, fuck, I need to know.
“Not now, c’mere,” he says urgently.
And I’m already moving towards him because the day I develop the ability to say no to Oliver will be the day I’m truly dead.
I take off my T-shirt and climb over him. He groans loudly.“Love your weight on me.”
I look down at those blue doe eyes, dark with desire. His nose with tiny freckles. His swollen pink lips. His sharp jawswith a hint of stubble.
“You're so fucking beautiful,” I tell him.
He smiles wide, his face turning red. I kiss his cheek, then down to his neck, chasing his blush. I tug his T-shirt off.
