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“No.” I shook my head. “I want you. All of you. Inside me.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Now.”
His fingers returned to their place, but his eyes had grown heavy. “I don’t have a condom out here, Holland.” He sounded sad about this fact.
I didn’t care. I wasn’t usually careless about things, but I wanted Oliver more than I wanted to think about anything else. “I’m on the pill,” I managed to say. “And I’m clean.” I hadn’t been with anyone in years. I was spic and span.
Oliver’s eyes didn’t leave mine, watching to make sure I meant it. “I’ve been tested,” he said. “I’m clean, too.” He lined himself up, just the tip teasing my entrance.
I shivered in his arms, more ready than I’d ever been.
“You’re sure?” The words were a harsh whisper, as if he struggled to get them out.
“God, please, Oliver!” I was begging. I could think of nothing but that big cock sliding inside me, filling me, giving me something to center on as I spun out of control. I wanted it with an irrational needy desire, beyond reason or logic or common sense. “Please,” I moaned.
Oliver groaned, clearly defeated by his own need, and the next thing I felt was his soft thick tip pushing, filling me. He entered me slowly, a wild pulsing heat replacing the cooler feel of the water. “Oh God,” he breathed, his head falling forward to rest on my shoulder as he slid all the way inside me, so slowly I thought I might die of anticipation.
A noise I didn’t recognize as my own voice escaped my throat as he pushed all the way in and held himself there, neither of us moving. I could feel him inside me, a pulsing heat filling me and radiating through my limbs, and I squeezed myself around it, loving the way the contraction caused Oliver to suck in a sharp breath.
“Fuck,” he moaned, his voice a rasp. And then he was pulling out, pumping back in, pulling out again and thrusting harder. His arm braced my back against the edge of the pool and his other hand was on my ass, his fingers sliding around the globe of one side and into the crease.
A noise escaped me, a long, low shuddering cry of pleasure that ripped from my throat as every muscle inside me clenched and convulsed around Oliver. I fell apart in his arms, and when I was finished, he pulled slightly out and it was happening all over again—his fingers, his cock, everything else about him. I lost myself, and if he hadn’t been holding me, I might have drowned in his pool. Somewhere in the midst of my body fragmenting and exploding, I felt him coming with me, and I relished the feeling of weightlessness. I was everywhere and nowhere, floating and flying, surrounded and completely untethered. And then I was just in Oliver’s arms, out of breath and still connected to the most attractive, most incredible man I’d ever met.
When I came back to myself, he was smiling down at me. It wasn’t the wicked mischievous smile I’d seen moments before he’d sent me soaring. It was a gentle, sweet little-boy smile, and my heart actually jumped a little bit in my chest. Our embrace turned into a long hug as we disconnected our bodies, unwrapped our limbs from each other. After a moment, Oliver held only my hands and he stepped back from me, that smile still in place and his face lit by the pool light shining up from beneath the water.
“Has anyone ever told you what an incredible woman you are?” he asked.
I laughed. It was a defense mechanism. But in reality, no. No one had ever told me anything like that. Mama Gi had always been supportive, maybe even loving at times. Mostly she was a rock, and she made sure we had what we needed. Delia loved me, I knew that. “There really hasn’t been a lot of that in my life,” I said honestly. It wasn’t a plea for sympathy. It was my truth.
“There should be a hell of a lot more of it.” He tugged my hand and led me to the steps of the pool. “I’ll be in charge of making sure.”
“You’re already in charge of enough with everything going on at Cody Tech,” I said, deflecting the attention that made me feel vulnerable and exposed.
Oliver stopped me and pulled me into his arms, and we stood there naked, embracing as the moon glowed above us and my heart threatened to reveal more of me than I had to anyone before. “You need to know how special you are,” he told me, looking down into my face, his words firm and earnest. “I’ve never met anyone like you. You…glow,” he said, half his mouth turning up in a smile as his eyes searched mine.
“I glow?” Though this kind of attention was slightly embarrassing, I needed clarification on that. I couldn’t help but laugh.
He shook his head, and it was his turn to look embarrassed. “I don’t know how to explain it. When I met you, it was like I’d been walking through darkness. Like in movies where the character sees everyone else but only in shadow? Where no one really sees him?”
I nodded. I’d seen a movie where a girl had been murdered, and she could run through the streets of her town, see her family but not communicate with them.
“But you saw me.” He stared into my eyes for a second, placed a sweet kiss on my mouth and then straightened. “Even when you hated me, you saw me.”
“I didn’t hate you. You were just having a personality failure when we first met.”
He grinned. “Let’s go inside,” he said. He led me from the pool and retrieved my clothes and then scooped up his own.
I grabbed a towel from a nearby chair and followed him inside, feeling shy and awkward in the soft light. When I was dry, I pulled my dress back over my head. It had been easier to be honest in the darkness by the pool.
“Are you tired, duchess?” he asked.
“I am, actually.” I glanced at the clock. Somehow it was already after ten.
“We’ll have to eat all these avocados in the morning, then,” he said, putting the one I’d dropped on the bar top back into the bowl.
Oliver took my hand and led me through the house, stopping to grab my bag where it sat next to the door. I followed him obediently, too tired and satisfied to do anything else. At the end of the hall, he passed the double doors that I would have assumed opened to the master bedroom, and walked me into a small room with a queen-sized bed against one wall and trophies lining the bookshelves. Posters of Olympians covered the closet door, and the desk held an ancient desktop computer.
I couldn’t help but gape as I looked around me. “We’ve gone back in time,” I said. “To Oliver Cody’s high school bedroom.” I turned my stare to him, questions spinning through my mind.
“They left me the house. But I can’t sleep in the master. Nothing in here has changed since I went away to college, and I haven’t had the energy to do anything about it. There are a couple guest rooms, but I guess…” He rubbed a hand across the back of his neck, shrugging and dropping my gaze. “Like I said, I’ve been a little out of it.”
Oliver looked exhausted suddenly, dark circles appearing beneath the dark eyes. I took his hands and stepped close. “Did you ever fuck anyone in your high school bedroom, Oliver?”
The sadness and pain in his eyes cleared a bit and something else sparked there in their place. I took his mouth with mine and pulled him toward the bed.
