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I responded by biting his lip and was rewarded with a low groan.
His arm held me fast against him, his hard chest rippling against my skin. With one hand he reached down to tease me with his fingers, his arm curling beneath my leg and those long thick fingers stroking and pulsing in a rhythm that soon had me moaning into his demanding mouth. “God, I want you,” I said on a moan.
He stopped kissing me and pulled his head back, his eyes flickering. “Say it again.”
“I want you, Oliver.” I tried to retake his mouth but he pulled it back and a wicked smile played across his lips.
“Tell me how much.” His fingers were still moving, and now one penetrated me, making me gasp with shock and pleasure.
“Oh God, so fucking much,” I moaned, pressing myself against him, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist and ducking my head to inhale the warm masculine scent of him just beneath his ear. Another noise escaped my throat as he pressed another finger inside me, his hand still managing the right amount of pressure against my clit so that I was writhing in his embrace.
There might have been neighbors nearby, but I neither cared nor looked to find out. I was out of my mind with pleasure. Between the heat of Oliver’s bodyand the soothing water, the pulsing motion of his hand and his hard cock pressed against me, I could barely form thoughts or words. I didn’t have enough energy to worry about nosy neighbors—and the yard was grown over with tall draping trees that provided at least an illusion of privacy, if not the real thing.
Oliver didn’t cease the relentless teasing of his hand or his mouth on my neck, my ear, my own mouth, and within a few minutes I knew I was seconds away from coming. I pulled myself back and caught his wild eyes. “I want you.”
“You mentioned that, but I don’t mind hearing it again,” he growled, a smile on his face under those dark eyes. His muscles bulged as he held me to him, the dark blond hair covering his jaw reminding me of his purely masculine appeal.
“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. “Fuck,” 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, everythingelse 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?”
