In one swoop he did, pushing past my barriers, hands out of reach. He thrust inside, kissing my lips at the same time. He felt good, so good, and I cried breathy and reckless into his mouth with every push. My knees bent, wanting to take him all the way in. Our chests met, sparking desire.
It didn’t take much, both of us already tiptoeing along the edge of it being too long, loving each other too much and the sheer want that flowed between us. Biting my lip, I shattered, brain fuzzy, body alive. When he followed, there was no holding back. Oliver gave up everything. His body. His heart.
I felt it. I knew it.
Sweaty and overheated, we curled up in one another, the fancy sheets wet underneath us.
“That,” he said, pulling back an inch to give me a quick kiss, “was definitely unexpected. Fucking amazing, but truly unexpected.”
“Something in me snapped. I didn’t want to wait any longer.”
He burrowed his face in my neck. “Thank god.”
“Do you have to go to work?” I asked him, running my fingers through that alluring patch of hair on his lower belly. He flinched. Every time he flinched, and I loved it.
He waved a hand. “Jackson can take care of it.”
“What do you think he’ll say when he finds out about this?”
“He’ll probably weep tears of relief. He’s been waiting for us to figure it out and wanting you two to figure yourselves out.”
I snuggled in close, feeling drowsy. Safe. “I want to do that, too.”
He kissed my forehead. “You will. We will.”
Yeah, I thought, drifting off to sleep, my body relaxed. We will.
Oliver was sound asleep when I woke up. The clock said it was late morning and my stomach rumbled, confirming the time. Between my early morning run and my activities with Oliver, I’d exerted my share of calories. I needed food and he probably did too. I tugged on the baseball shirt and my panties and went to the kitchen to fix breakfast.
The sound of pots and pans along with the mouthwatering scent of bacon hit me before I made it halfway down the hall. My stomach growled right when I noticed the mop of blond curls and his body next. Shit, I thought, spinning on my heel.
“Heaven?”
Jackson’s eyes zeroed in on what I was wearing, or maybe what I wasn’t wearing. Pants in particular. Or a bra.
“Hey.”
He placed the pan on the stove. “I, uh, I didn’t know you were here.”
“Yeah, I got here a while ago.”
“I gather that.” He cracked two eggs into the pan and glanced at me. “You want an omelet?”
I nodded. “Sure?”
I watched him cook, moving quickly around the kitchen, juggling the stove and ingredients he’d set on the counter. I spotted a container of cheese, an avocado, spinach.
“Is this weird?”
He shook sat in the pan. “To see you walk in here half dressed?”
I tugged at the hem of the shirt. “Yeah. I guess.”
“A little weird, I guess, if seeing the woman of your dreams walk in the kitchen with no pants is weird.”
“I’m sorry, Jax. It just kind of happened and I know we were working on our stuff but then Hayden pissed me off so I came over here and…” He turned to face me, a wicked curve on his lips. “What?”
“You got mad at Hayden and came over here and fucked Oliver?”