He pulls away. “I hope not because you just incited level two.”
I laugh as he hovers over me. “That’s all it took?”
“I have a feeling this won’t be my best attempt at level two, but you have me ready to burst.” He brushes a strand of hair off my cheek. “You are seriously amazing.”
A blush creeps across my face, and I grab a pillow and cover it. There’s something about being naked, fresh off an orgasm, and having Oliver tell you that you’re seriously amazing that makes me embarrassed.
“Oh, no,” he says, ripping the pillow away from me.
I squeal in protest—a protest he doesn’t pay a bit of attention to. He just grins.
He hops off the bed and procures a condom. He sheathes his cock, and then he’s caging me in before I know what’s happening.
“Shaye?” It’s not just a question but a plea.
He’s desperate … for me.
My knees fall to the side. “Yes, please.”
He lines himself up with my opening. At the same moment his lips land on mine, he parts my body with his.
“Ooh.” I sigh as he fills me.
“Shit.” He rests his forehead on mine. “Dammit, Shaye.”
“Does it feel good?”
He smirks. “So good, baby.”
“So good, baby.”
I hold on to his shoulders, wrapping my legs around his waist, and lift my hips. The words he just spoke echo inside my brain. He slides out of me before thrusting once again.
“Oliver.”
He grits his teeth, pushing and pulling, sliding through my wetness. I lock my heels just above his ass and squeeze him with my thighs.
Each movement, each thrust, builds me higher. Each flex of my muscles, each squeeze, sends him closer to his climax.
I watch his features—how his jawline pulses and the lines around his eyes crinkle. How his long lashes flutter with each blink and his forehead wrinkles as it shines with sweat.
My lord, he’s beautiful. He’s beautiful in every way. And as I lie beneath him, letting him pour himself into my naked body, I don’t feel anything other than pure contentment.
This is exactly where I want to be.
I run my hands down his arms, feeling the ripples of his muscles as he holds himself up. He picks up his pace, pounding into me with the ferocity of a man who’s on the edge.
I close my eyes and let my senses take over.
It takes all of three seconds to have me clinging on the edge of glory once again.
“I’m going to come,” I warn him.
His entire body tenses. I can feel the head of his cock swell deep inside me.
“Me too,” he groans as he pulls nearly out of me completely and then rockets himself inside. He’s so deep, so wildly deep that I gasp.
“Ah!” I exhale, tightening my body around his length as his arms shake against mine.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his back flexing against my heels that are dug into his skin.
Finally, my vision still blurred and my heart still racing, Oliver lowers himself on the bed beside me. We lie side by side for a long minute, catching our breath.
He laughs. “That was worth every ounce of self-restraint that I’ve used since we met.”
I roll over, my body already aching, and lay my head on his chest.
He runs his fingers through my hair as I listen to his heart strum.
“Don’t fall asleep yet,” he whispers. “We need to get you cleaned up.”
“Hmm.”
My eyelids grow heavy, and I let them fall.
I vaguely remember the mattress dipping. A part of my brain recalls a damp cloth brushing against my skin. I dimly locate the moment that Oliver picked me up and tucked me under the blankets of his bed—against him.
My dreams fill with Oliver and dancing and sex. Lots of sex. And in each scenario playing through my head while I sleep is one line on repeat—“So good, baby.”
So good.
Twenty-Four
Oliver
Moonlight streams into the windows. The moon is so bright tonight as if it senses the battle I’m having with myself.
My fingertips dance along the ridge of Shaye’s side. Her skin is warm and soft. Her body fits against mine like it shares the same mold.
I tried to sleep. I closed my eyes, I counted sheep—I even grabbed my phone and fed my virtual farm. But no amount of jumping ruminants or satiated cows can distract me from Shaye being here.
With me.
In my bed.
I stare at the ceiling, listening to her smooth breaths and feel the steady, rhythmic strum of her heartbeat against me. Her hair tickles my chest. One arm is stretched over me. Her ankle lays on top of mine as if it’s some kind of security system.
It makes me smile.
It’s also maddeningly confusing.
With every minute that passes, I expect panic to set in. I wait for the familiar sick feeling to elbow its way into my stomach. I brace myself for the alarm bells of my own internal security system starting to ring, letting me know that it’s time to untangle myself from this woman and reset my brain. Reclaim my space. My bed.