He nods, dipping his face as if to hide his embarrassment. He places his soft lips on my throat, causing my skin to break out in goosebumps. “Damn, Olly. I think I just fell in love with you.”
As soon as the words pass my lips, dread settles in my stomach, and my body tenses with the urge to get off his lap, be anywhere but here. The air crackles with the echo of my words.
I know he thinks he’s a monster who doesn’t deserve to be loved—but if anyone does, it’s him.
His hold on me tightens as he begins tickling me, playfully. I wriggle and laugh. It’s his way of not making a big deal out of what slipped through my lips, and I’ve never been more grateful.
“Do you want to try and sleep for another hour?” I ask.
He smiles. “We can give it a go, but I’ll be honest, you might be too much of a distraction.”
“Oh, really? Is that a promise or a threat?”
His warm lips trace a path over my collar bone and along my throat until he sucks on the skin beneath my ear and my entire body is alive with excitement and need. “Oh, it’s a promise.” He picks me up, places me on my feet, and then takes my hand in his.
Wordless, he leads us back to his bedroom.
The euphoria of early morning sex with Olly is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It hits me at the same time as my building climax—this isn’t just sex, it’s making love. I have a moment of panic. Not because I don’t have feelings for him—because I do.
As if sensing my inner struggle, Olly’s fingers dig into my hip a little tighter, pulling me closer to him as he whispers into my ear and eases my internal battle, “Let go.”
So I do.
Chapter Fifty-Two
RACHEL
I stretch out, Olly asleep beside me.
I love these rare moments when he’s asleep, and I get to admire him. There wasn’t an inch of my body he left unexplored last night, and I have never felt such satisfaction, such pleasure.
I know I can’t keep ignoring how I feel about him. And the thought is almost too much to handle. I don’t know when I relinquished myself to him. He makes me feel alive with every touch, every look.
I stare at the slight bruising on his cheek and lean over, kissing him softly.
His lips quirk up. “Morning,” he groans, then quickly pulls me on top of him.
“Morning,” I whisper as his hand traces my spine until he comes to a stop at my arse. If I don’t force myself to get up and out of his bed, I might let him keep me here, doing unspeakable things to me all day long. “I need to get ready and go pick up Molly,” I say, kissing his nose.
“Shower with me first, and then I’ll come with you,” he says.
I push myself up to try to get off him, but he holds fast. “Come on, then,” I say, wriggling to get myself free.
“Why does it feel like you’re trying to run away from me?” he asks, his voice still thick from sleep.
“Because if I stay like this for much longer, I know we won’t make it to the shower any time soon,” I say, his hard length rubbing against my stomach.
He wriggles his eyebrows, and in one swift movement he’s hovering over me, caging me in between his forearms, and I wonder how he does it when planking is the worst thing ever invented.
“I can make it quick,” he says with a wink. And I know he’s only half-joking, but my body is already thrumming with excitement.
“You’re insatiable,” I reply, my voice husky.
“Oh, you have no idea,” he says, dipping his head and moving down the length of my body until he’s at the valley between my legs. I grip the sheets in anticipation.
OLLY
Almost two hours later, we arrive at Sophie’s. Rachel needed to go home and change. As much as I enjoy her wearing a pair of my joggers rolled at the waist with one of my hoodies, she said she wasn’t picking up Molly in my clothes.
