And Then There Was Her (And The There Was 1)

I saw the way he kept looking at my lips, knew he wanted to have me again. And I wanted to give myself to him. When he leaned in, I wanted him to end this torment, to be with me once again, to give me what we both wanted.

He moved his hand behind my head, cupped my nape, and the pain and pleasure of his fingers digging into my skin had a surge of need filling me. My already climbing and repressed pleasure nearly exploded from me. And as the seconds moved by, I felt it break free into this explosive tingling sensation along my entire body.

Oliver leaned in close, his lips brushing along mine. He murmured, staring at my lips, “I want to go slow, but I can’t help myself. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop, Adele. I love you… so fucking much.”

I breathed out harshly at the passion in his voice.

“I just want to get lost in you.” He murmured against my lips.

I licked my lips, knowing he was right, and not caring or wanting to stop either.

“You have no idea how much I want you right now, Adele. You have no idea how I felt when I first saw you after all these months.”

I held my breath, looked into his blue eyes, and felt my heart skip a beat. “I love you, Oliver. I want you, want this. I want to be with you.”

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against mine. “When I woke up and you were gone, I felt like I’d lost the most integral part of me. The most important part of me.” He pulled back and looked into my eyes once more. “And then I saw you again in that hallway, heard your voice, smelled your scent… felt your skin, and I found my heart once again.”

I’d also felt this recognition and electricity move through me when I’d seen him for the first time, and then tonight? Tonight it felt like that part that had been gone for so long had finally found its way back to me. I felt like I was home.

Heat moved through me.

His lips were so close to mine that if he just leaned forward the last couple of inches that separated us, we’d be kissing once more. I felt desperate for him.

“I need to kiss you again,” he said in a low, deep voice. He groaned again. “But I should go slow, right?”

“No, fuck slow,” I said bluntly, and I saw his lips lift in a smirk.

My heart was thundering, and my panties were soaked clean through. He was so much bigger than my five-foot-four height, nearly a whole foot taller, muscular and hard. Manly.

I swallowed. “I want you.” I swallowed again. God, my throat felt so tight and dry. “Right now. I want to be with you, Oliver,” I whispered.

“You’re mine irrevocably, Adele.”

Oh. God.

“Yes,” I found myself saying before I could stop it.

“Christ.” He had his mouth on mine, his tongue speared between my lips.

He slid his hands down my shoulders, over my arms, gripping my waist tightly. And then he was walking us backward until I felt the cold, hard wall greet me, the heat from his body warming me.

He fucked my mouth, this deep rumble leaving him and having my inner muscles clenching almost painfully. Oliver opened his mouth wider and deepened the kiss, and when he moved his hands down my thighs, grabbed the edge of my dress, and bunched it in his fists, I nearly had an orgasm right then and there. He started to slowly lift the garment up, the material moving seductively along my skin, but he stopped far too soon, right before my ass was revealed.

“Tell me you want this, and I’ll give you more than you can handle.” He sounded pained as he murmured against my lips, but also frantic with his need.

I nodded. “Give it all to me, Oliver. We’ve waited long enough.”

He started grinding his erection into my belly, and a gasp left me as I let my head fall back against the wall.

I placed my hands on his pecs and gently pushed him back. Oliver took a stumbled step away from me, his head downcast and his eyes trained right on me. He was breathing so hard his chest was rising and falling fiercely.

For several seconds we stood there just staring at each other, no one speaking. I licked my lips, knowing I didn’t want us to go slow.

The sexual chemistry and electricity bounced between us and was so damn electrifying it heated the room almost unbearably.

Finding my strength, I grabbed the straps of my dress and pushed them off my shoulders, letting the material slide down my body so it pooled on the floor around my feet. I went for my bra, took that off, then went for my panties. Here I was standing naked, ready, willing… desperate.

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