Page 93
“You’re exquisite,” he murmurs as he dips his head and hovers above them, my body already begging for release. Cupping my breast, he places a chaste kiss on the tip of my nipple. “Simply exquisite.”
“Oliver . . .” I groan impatiently.
He lifts his head enough for me to read the undiluted lust in his eyes. “I’ve had five years to fantasize a thousand times over what it would be like to touch you, to kiss you, to taste you. To just see you. So I’m gonna need a minute. Let me savor it.”
He lowers his head again and closes his mouth around my breast, sucking on my hardened peak while his right hand gets busy with my other nipple. The growl that bubbles in his throat sends a pang straight to my core, and my legs clench around his waist in a desperate attempt to get some relief.
I find my grip in his hair and revel in the softness of it between my fingers.
Nothing will ever feel as good as this. Nothing ever did. I don’t need to tell him anything; he knows what makes me squirm, and that’s why he lays his tongue flat on my nipple, giving it a few flicks before licking it so thoroughly I cry out.
“Please!” I’m so close to my release. “Please, Oliver.”
“I’m right here, sweetheart,” he says into my skin. “I’ll always be right here next to you.”
His lips leave my chest, and he slides his hands up to cup my face. He finds my mouth once more, pouring all of his devotion into this one kiss.
“Lie down,” he says.
I obey, a thousand goose bumps pebbling my skin at his order.
Oliver smooths a hand down my stomach until it reaches the waistband of my leggings. It’s unfair, really, to see him still dressed when I know he’ll have me naked in a minute.
He bends down and presses a kiss to my hip bone. “Can I take these off?” His voice is low and ragged, as if the mere thought has him struggling to breathe.
“Yes.”
My head thumps on the counter as Oliver drags my leggings and underwear down my legs so slowly that my heart flutters in my chest like it’s about to flatline. I need him. Now.
“You’re torturing me,” I whine.
“But isn’t it the best kind?” His mouth moves south, but still not where I want it to go. Where I need him to go. “The anticipation.” Another kiss lower. “The guessing.” Lower. “The thrill.”
He grasps my thighs and pushes them up against my stomach, baring me fully to him. I’m vaguely aware of a curse falling from his lips, but the open-mouthed kiss he presses against my inner thigh drowns out everything else around me.
“Relinquish control,” he hums, and merely grazes my center with the tip of his nose, inhaling. A ghost touch, that’s what it is, and I need more. So much more. “Goddamn, Charlee. Vanilla and peaches are quickly becoming my new favorite flavors. I want it all over me.”
“Oliver, please.” My pulse is racing through every inch of my body, my blood drumming through my veins and swirling to that bundle of nerves desperately waiting to be stroked.
“I love when you beg, sweetheart. I could hear you do it for hours. Tease you until that’s all you do. Beg me. You don’t understand the kind of power I feel having the woman that you are begging for me.”
He exhales, kissing me softly right there. I choke out a moan of frustration and try to wiggle myself closer, but his fingers burrow deeper into my skin and stop me from getting the relief I need.
“Unfortunately, this sort of torture goes both ways, Charlee. And if I don’t taste you on my tongue in the next few seconds, I’ll go fucking insane.”
He lowers his mouth and takes my clit between his lips, sucking greedily. The sensation runs through me so thoroughly that I let out a loud gasp, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. All the teasing he’s lavished on me peaks at that exact moment, my clit like a simmering volcano on the verge of an eruption.
God, he knew what he was doing a minute before, but this? No more thoughts cross my mind as he worships my body and flicks his tongue over me with the devotion of a man eating his last meal.
“Fuck, Charlee, I can’t get enough,” he growls against me, and I buckle under the vibrations rumbling through me. He looks up at me and presses my thighs wide. The pure, unfiltered arousal in his gaze could have been my undoing if it weren’t for his next words.
“Will you come on my tongue? Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”
I nod, swallowing a whimper at the absurdity of his request, because those words alone, the way he looks at me with a hunger I’ve never seen on any other man or woman’s face, could make me climax on the spot.
Oliver grins. “That’s my girl.”
Oh god.
