I bite my lip. Oliver knows me well. I won’t go to bed with a guy just to say I finally had sex. Maybe I’m living in a fairy tale, but I really do want my first time to be special. I want to be with someone I love.
Like Oliver, who suddenly stares at me as if I fascinate him. He caresses my breasts so tenderly I nearly cry.
Why is he touching me this way if he’s leaving? The question frustrates me and ignites my temper. “Well, now that you’re packing up and heading out, you don’t have to worry about me anymore. I’ll find someone to take my V-card. I’m an adult, so it’s not like saving it is a big deal anymore.”
“It fucking is.” Oliver grabs my shoulders, and his stare delves deep into me as if he’s determined to make me understand. “Christ. For that remark, I should spank your ass so red you can’t sit for a week.”
I suck in a breath, wide-eyed. Three years ago, that threat would have sent me running for cover. Oliver is the sort of man who means what he says. If he threatens, he follows through. But today, I’m not scared. In fact, I like the idea of his hand on my ass. My pussy clenches again.
“What else do you want to do to me?” I say breathlessly.
He feathers his thumbs across my sensitive nipples in tandem. My knees buckle. I have to hold on to the counter to stay upright. And when he pinches both tips lightly, tingles zing through my body. Slowly melting, I suck in a breath and fight the urge to beg him to touch me more. I force myself to wait for Oliver’s answer because, while I know he likes sex, I’m not convinced his erection means he desires me.
One of his warm hands leaves my breast and skates down my waist, settling over my hip to bring me closer. I can smell a hint of toothpaste and coffee on his breath.
“Have you let any of those tossers you’ve dated kiss you, Kayla?”
I swallow. What will he do if I tell him the truth? “A few.”
He scowls as if my answer pains him. “Did you like it?”
I wanted to, but… “It was all right. No one has blown my panties off.”
I suspect Oliver could.
His eyes soften. “Kissing can be wonderful. Someday, when you find a man you care about, one who knows what he’s doing, you’ll love it.”
I have a man I very much care about standing right in front of me, and the thought of kissing Oliver makes my body throb in arousal. I sway closer, pressing my aching breasts against his chest. “What about you? I’ll bet you know what you’re doing.”
The second the words leave my mouth, my heart careens out of control.
“I shouldn’t kiss you, Kayla,” Oliver practically groans.
“Please,” I beg. “Just once.” When he stares at my lips, they tingle. Everything in my body flushes hot. Even my skin feels too tight. And the ache between my legs coils relentlessly. “You’ve already touched my breasts.”
“Are you bloody trying to kill me?” His voice sounds rough with need.
That excites me even more.
“Is one kiss asking so much?” I clasp his T-shirt in my fists and tilt my face under his.
He hesitates for a long moment, his eyes searching mine, nostrils flaring, jaw rigid.
“Kayla,” he growls. “Goddamn it…”
Just when I’m sure he’s going to walk away, Oliver grabs me by the nape, holding me immobile. His breathing turns hard and rough. I tremble. He’s wrestling with himself. My heart revs. What is he thinking? Is there any chance he’ll kiss me?
Suddenly, he jerks me against his body and seizes my lips.
His tongue invades, sliding against mine until I tingle, caressing until I moan. He teases me. He possesses me. He inhales me with his hunger. And oh, my god, I kiss him back with everything I feel because he’s blowing my mind and igniting my body.
I feel utterly owned.
This is so much better than any lip-lock I’ve endured from the fumbling boys I’ve dated. This passion is everything I’ve wanted from Oliver.
He grips my waist, caresses his way down to the swells of my hips, then yanks me against him so he can knead the cheeks of my ass and notch his erection against my barely covered pussy. I cry out, but he swallows the sound with another ferocious kiss, nipping at my lips and sampling me with his tongue before delving back inside.
Helplessly, I throw my arms around his neck and drown in sensations. His free hand captures my breast again, squeezing and roughing my nipple. I swelter at the possessive feel of his touch.
Suddenly, he jerks away and steps back, panting raggedly. “Do you like kissing now?”
“When you do it, I love it,” I confess. “Will you do it again?”
He closes his eyes. “I shouldn’t.”
“But I want you to.”
“Kayla…no. This needs to stop now. Push me away.”
I don’t. I won’t. Instead, I ease closer, slide against him, and press my lips to his in invitation.
Oliver grabs me. He stiffens, breathing hard and fast.
And his resistance runs out.
With a groan, he takes my mouth again and reaches between us, cupping the swelling flesh between my legs. Through my thin underwear, he rubs me in beguiling circles. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
“It’s your fault,” I breathe as Oliver presses harder against my cunt.
“What the devil…” He frowns and pulls away.
Is something wrong with me? “What?”
Scowling, he grabs the waistband of my boy shorts, shoves them down to my thighs, and affixes his gaze there. His eyes bulge. My knees wobble. The air feels thick and heavy.
“You
