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And I can’t stop thinking of you. Come over.
I smiled because it meant that I got to him as badly as he had me. But I wasn’t giving in that easily, even though I wanted to.
It’s two in the morning, and I’ll have to get dressed.
My phone rang a few seconds later. I answered, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation.
“Hello?” I whispered.
“I can send Vlad for you,” Oliver’s deep voice rumbled through the phone. “You can come in your robe.”
“That’s crazy. I still have to walk through the lobby. And give that poor man a break. He’s probably sleeping,” I protested, imagining the look on Vlad’s face.
“I pay him to be available at all hours of the day or night,” Oliver replied, a hint of impatience in his tone.
“For security, not to play chauffeur for your sex games,” I countered, rolling my eyes.
“Sex games?” he echoed, sounding offended. “Sex is not a game to me. I want to make love to you in the worst way. I have for weeks. I told you, my bed is empty without you. Only you can fill the space.”
I was losing my resolve. I had to be strong. “Be that as it may, it will have to wait until I’m ready.”
He sounded like he was walking, “And when will that be?”
“I haven’t decided.”
He lowered his voice and beyond, I heard a car horn. “Tell me the truth. Do you want me as much as I want you? I bet your panties are wet just thinking about what I can do with my tongue and fingers.”
Not just your tongue and fingers.
“My panties are just fine.” I heard a car horn in the background and then the clank as something shut, closing out any other sounds.”
“Where the hell are you?” I expected him to say that he was on his terrace or patio.”
“Unlock the door, Ryleigh,” he demanded.
My heart rate picked up, pounding in my chest. “Excuse me?”
There was no way he was at my door. We hadn’t been talking all that long and I couldn’t imagine he could get to my building so fast. But the thought was thrilling that this man would come to me.
“Unlock the door. Or should I get the master key from the concierge?” he growled.
“You’re here? How did you get here so fast?”
“I left the minute you texted me. It’s only a few blocks.”
“You’re here?” I squeaked again.
“I’m getting off the elevator. Don’t make me bang on the door.”
I practically jumped out of bed, not caring that I was wearing skimpy panties and a t-shirt that was his. I took it when I packed up my clothes because it had his scent. As angry as I was at him, I still loved Oliver. I didn’t want it to end but he gave me no choice. Now here he was asking to start over.
When I opened the door, he was standing there dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. His hair was tousled, and scruff had grown on his face since I saw him earlier. He was breathing heavily as if he ran up a few flights of stairs. I backed away as he came through the door.
Trouble barked a few times at our visitor, but when he saw who it was, he trotted off to another bed near the pantry and settled down. Oliver entered, dropping his keys and phone into a bowl on the small table in the entryway. His eyes locked onto mine, and without a word, he pushed me against the wall, pressing his lips hard against mine.
I moaned as his tongue invaded my mouth, and I sucked on it, our hands roaming each other’s bodies with a desperate intensity. The need for him was overwhelming, but I knew from past experience that he wouldn’t give in so easily. Oliver loved to tease and test me, driving me wild with desire until I was on the brink of madness. And I was already there—I was so crazed I would do anything for him to take me.
With a swift motion, he lifted me in his arms and carried me to the bedroom, placing me gently on the mattress. As he pulled off his shirt and shorts, I couldn’t help but notice his erection, begging for attention. But Oliver wouldn’t rush; he never did. He was determined to ensure my satisfaction first.
