“Yeah?”
“I need a shower, but my shower is really big. It’s actually a bit lonely, too.”
I feel him hardening against my lower belly, and suddenly the twenty to thirty minutes it’ll take to get back to my apartment feels like forever.
“Let’s go,” Olivier says, taking my hand and leading the way.
I grab my bag and we say a quick goodbye to everyone we know who’s still at the soup kitchen. Ben is waiting in front of Annie’s Kitchen in a dark SUV, and Olivier and I sneak into the back before he even sees us.
“We’re going to Daphne’s apartment,” Olivier says, taking my hand in his again.
Though we make small talk on the drive there, I know Olivier’s mind is thinking of what’s about to happen, just like I am. As soon as we reach my apartment building, we dash up the stairs and I unlock the door. We hurriedly push inside and I drop my bag on the ground, reaching for Olivier as he slams the door closed and turns the lock.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he says in a low tone. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me, his mouth hot and demanding. We pull at each other’s clothes, leaving a trail of shirts, socks, and twisted up pants as we slowly make our way to the bathroom.
“Tell me you brought condoms this time,” I say as Olivier picks me up and sets me on the bathroom counter, tugging my panties off as I lift my hips.
“I did.” He nips at my earlobe and then kisses his way down to my shoulder, taking my bra off and dropping it on the floor.
“These,” he says, cupping my breasts with just enough pressure to make me moan. “I’ve been thinking about these every waking minute, Daph.”
He leans down and takes a nipple between his lips, sucking, nipping and swirling the tip of his tongue around until I’m panting with desire. Then he moves to the other one, his hand sliding up my thigh and between my legs as he does.
He lets out a long groan and I know he feels how wet I am for him. I want to take a long, hot shower with him, build the tension between us, but I don’t have the patience.
“Now,” I say, tugging on his hair. “Fuck me now.”
He huffs out a husky laugh and runs back into the living room where his pants are to get a condom. I glance down and see that I’m not in the most flattering position sitting on the counter, my tummy rolls showing, but judging by his erection when he walks back in the room, sliding a condom on, Olivier doesn’t mind.
“Jesus,” he mutters. “You look incredible.”
He hooks his arms behind my knees and eases himself inside me. I lean back to get a better angle, and my back hits the sink faucet.
“Ouch. Shit.”
“Here, want me to hold you?” he offers, sliding a hand around my back.
I think about it for a brief second before responding. “Can we go do this on my bed?”
“Yeah, of course.”
He surprises me by keeping his hold around my thighs and picking me up, carrying me into the bedroom while keeping his lips on mine. When he’s about to set me on the bed, I shake my head and smile.
“You lie down,” I say breathlessly.
With a groan, he sets me down and gets on the bed. As soon as he gets on his back, I climb on and straddle him, lowering myself onto him.
“Fuck,” he says, stretching out the word as his length slides all the way into me.
It feels perfect. All my questions and doubts are gone in this moment. It’s just the two of us, taking pleasure in each other and leaving the rest of the world behind.
The only sounds in the room are the squeaking of my old mattress and our moans, growing louder as we both get closer to coming. Olivier grabs my hips and pulls me down against him, and it sends me over the edge.
He’s right behind me, his muscles tensing with his release before going slack.
We lay together then, and he pulls a blanket over us. Lying there in silence, curled up against him, is peaceful and perfect. I wish it could last forever.
I’m scared. Conflicted. I don’t want to lose this, even though I know it may be my own fault if I do. So I close my eyes, breathe in the scent of Olivier’s cologne, and enjoy the moment.
Chapter Eighteen
Daphne
“Not just doughnuts, but fancy ones?” Ty laughs and reaches into the box. “This guy is the real deal, isn’t he?”
I roll my eyes and grab a doughnut from the box. Ty and I both like to get into the office at least half an hour before we open to the public, so we can have coffee and usually, whatever we brought from home for breakfast. But on this Monday morning I decided to stop at the grocery store and get doughnuts for me, Ty and Nina.