Page 50 of When I Was His

I felt my face heat, but I knew I shouldn’t be embarrassed. The way we were going, my underwear wouldn’t be the only thing Oliver would see. I sat down next to him, and he turned to kiss me again, but I pushed him away, straddling his hips. It was my turn to be the aggressor.

I pulled the remote from his hand, dropped it on the couch, and gently kissed his face and neck. His light stubble brushed against my skin as I moved along. I wanted to consume him and much more; I wanted him to make love to me. He stroked my back, slipping his hands under my t-shirt to touch the flesh on my stomach.

I could feel my core flooding and his erection against my center. He moved his hand further up until he was skimming the undersides of my breasts. I softly moaned against his neck. We were both breathing heavily when he pulled me hard against him, holding me tightly in his arms.

“We have to stop,” he said.

“No,” I groaned.

“Ryleigh, I’m not ready to have sex with you.”

I almost laughed. “Shouldn’t that be my line?”

“It works both ways.”

I pushed off his chest and moved back on his knees to meet his gaze.

“I want you. I know you want me.”

I went to reach for his hard-as-steel erection, but he grabbed my wrist.

“I can’t help my reaction to you,” he growled.

“Then why?”

“You said so yourself. We need to get to know each other better.”

I sighed and slid off his lap, leaning back against the couch. Oliver put his arm around me, stroking my shoulder.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I said.

He chuckled. “You think you’re the only one?”

It was nice to know that I could unravel this man as much as he could unravel me. Oliver always seemed so damn cool and put together while I was sweating my next move.

“So what do we do?” I asked.

Oliver stroked my hair. “Have patience. You don’t want to just jump into bed with me.”

I was honest. “But I do. I want you to fuck me.”

“I don’t just want to fuck you. I want to make love to you.”

My stomach did flip-flops, and my heart picked up, pounding hard in my chest.

“I had a dream about you,” I admitted.

Oliver smirked. “Did you? What was it about?”

“It was dirty, very dirty.”

“I assure you that your dream is nothing like what I can provide.”

I nudged him in the ribs with my elbow. “Shut up, Oliver. Don’t tease me.”

He turned my head to him and planted a soft kiss on my lips. I deepened it, licking the corners of his mouth and clenching his t-shirt, but he didn’t let me go further like I wanted, pulling away.

“Did you eat?” he asked.

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