Chapter 4
Oliver
“That was such a beautiful ceremony, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house,” Meghan said her smile lighting up the table.
“Hey now, my eyes were dry,” Oliver protested.
“Not by much. I was watching you; there were a few times you got choked up. It was cute.”
Oliver couldn’t argue with her, although he bristled at her use of the word cute. The ceremony had gotten to him, but probably not in the way she thought. He was happy for his friend and his new wife, but he couldn’t help but wish that he could remember his own wedding. Oliver had no idea if he and Meghan had said any vows or if either of them had cried while they said “I do”. While he stood with his best friends watching Gabriel pledge his love and his life to Savannah, Oliver realized that he wanted the moment back. He wanted to marry Meghan all over again, but this time in front of their friends and family.
As they’d dated over the last few weeks, Oliver was even more convinced she was the one for him. While they’d only had time for two major dates, they met for a quick lunch multiple times during the week before she had to head in to work. They’d eat and talk and laugh. He’d never had more fun with a woman than he did with Meghan, even when they were doing nothing at all. He could just sit with her, neither of them saying a word, and he would be completely content.
Oliver placed his hand on hers where it rested on top of the table. She smiled up at him, her hazel eyes sparkling. It had been a test of his patience to get her to agree to date him while they waited for the chance to divorce. Oliver still hoped she would give in to her heart and spend the rest of her life with him. He could see a change in her, he knew she enjoyed every minute they spent together, but he still wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted. Fear kept him from just asking her outright.
“Have I told you yet how gorgeous you look tonight?” Oliver asked.
From the minute she walked into the room, Oliver struggled to take his eyes off of her. Even throughout the ceremony when he should have been paying attention to the bride and groom, he couldn’t help but stare at her. She looked like a dream in her bridesmaid dress. The deep red color, the slit that showed hints of her thigh as she walked, the way the soft satin fit her like a glove; it was like the dress was made for her. The fact that one of her shoulders was bare made him feel like the dress was made for him. All he wanted to do since he saw her was trail kisses along every inch of exposed skin. The fact that her hair was in some kind of complicated twist, leaving her neck bare, was not helping his situation.
“Yes, but I never get tired of hearing it,” she said as she leaned toward him.
“Good, because I’ll never get tired of telling you,” he admitted.
He pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear as he leaned in the rest of the way until his lips brushed gently against hers. Oliver had to fight against his desire to deepen the kiss, to pull Meghan onto his lap so he could run his hand up her thigh and under her dress. It didn’t even matter that Gabriel and Savannah’s friends and family surrounded them, all he wanted to do was touch his wife in the one way he hadn’t been able to since they got back from Las Vegas.
Even though they’d obviously consummated their marriage, Oliver had agreed to take things slowly when they started dating. More than anything, he wanted Meghan any way he could get her. He knew when she mentioned the three-date rule before having sex she was partially joking, but he also knew her well enough to know she also meant it. If she wasn’t ready to both date him and have a physical relationship, then he would respect that, even if it was killing him.
“You know what tonight makes right?” she asked her lips still pressed against his.
“Why don’t you tell me,” he said even though he knew full well what she was hinting at.
She pulled back, her eyes filled with heat.
“This is our third official date and I have a hotel room upstairs.”
Oliver laughed. “That’s a bit forward of you Miss Crosby. What if I’m not ready to take our relationship to the next level?”
“I guess that’s too bad. I’ll be up there in that room all alone. Who’s going to help me take off this dress? The zipper can be a bit tricky.”
“Fuck…how much longer until we can leave this reception? I think you might have just awakened the beast. He’s been on his best behavior since Vegas, but I can’t make any promises about tonight.”
Meghan gave him a wicked smile. “I don’t want any promises…just you. I don’t know why we waited, but I don’t want to wait any longer. I think if we slip out quietly no one will even notice we’re gone. Our duties are over and they’ve already served the cake. I’m pretty sure Declan and Brooklyn already left and they were the maid of honor and best man. No one’s going to miss us if they aren’t missing them.”
Oliver stood, offering his hand to his wife so he could help her stand. When his eyes met her lust filled gaze, he was not surprised she was just as ready as he was. He loved that Meghan was affected by their time together too. It wasn’t only about the sex for him, although that was definitely a driving force in his current actions. Oliver knew that spending the night with Meghan was just one more step in solidifying himself in her life.
The more time they spent together, the stronger their connection grew. Oliver couldn’t help but hope that every moment pushed Meghan closer to having the same goal as he did. He didn’t know what it was that made her so wary of being with him, but he was confident that someday he would break through her walls. He wasn’t going to give up until he did.
For the time being, he just had to make sure he didn’t run her off which was why he was always careful about what he said. If he hadn’t been absolutely sure it would scare the shit out of her, Oliver would have done more than just tell her he wanted a relationship. He would have told her he was damn near in love with her.
He wasn’t willing to take the risk that she’d run for the hills. She’d made it clear from the start that they were about sex and only sex. Then they got married and she was incredibly clear that while she’d go along with his proposal of dating, she still very much wanted the divorce when their time was up. His chest ached whenever he thought about the ticking time bomb that was their divorce paperwork. The last thing he wanted to do was let her go, but he also didn’t want to hold on to her if she didn’t want to be with him.
Oliver helped her out of her chair. He waited for her to smooth down her skirt before he pulled her into his arms. Brushing his lips against her forehead, he held her for a moment before lowering his head until his lips were next to her ear.
“I can’t wait to get you upstairs,” he whispered.
He felt her shiver against him. “Maybe we shouldn’t wait until we get upstairs. I’m sure there’s a storage closet or something we can use for a while.”
Oliver laughed, loving that she couldn’t wait to get him alone. “I like the way you think, babe, but I’m not going to have sex with my wife in a broom closet. At least not tonight. I want to take my time worshipping you, not rush through things worrying that someone might catch us.”
“Worshipping sounds like a fine idea to me,” Meghan said breathlessly.
“Lead the way gorgeous.”
Meghan took his hand so she could lead him through the maze of tables. If all of his blood hadn’t already rushed to his dick he might’ve taken a moment to reflect on the fact that Meghan hadn’t even flinched when he called her his wife. Instead, all he could think about was getting her upstairs and how many times he could make her scream his name before the night was through.
As she practically dragged him down the hallway toward the elevator, Oliver tried to take in his surroundings, hoping it would help him relax. He had a raging hard on that would be difficult to miss if they happened to run into anyone on their way to her room. Although it was probably obvious to everyone where they were headed, he didn’t need to give them something to look at as well.
As they passed by a storage closet, he couldn’t help but laugh. If he’d just gone along with Meghan’s idea, he would have been buried inside of her within minutes instead of wasting precious time waiting for the elevator. He was impatient to be with her, which had been a running issue the entire time they’d been dating. He’d craved her before Vegas, but from the moment he found out they’d gotten married, that craving had become an obsession. He wanted to claim her every day, to make sure she knew she was his and only his. Suddenly he’d become some sort of caveman where Meghan was concerned. Reining those new feelings in had been nearly impossible, but he knew they’d just send her running which was the last thing he wanted.
As soon as she’d finished pressing the button to the elevator, Oliver pulled Meghan back into him, his arms wrapping around her waist. Unable to hold back, he kissed along the column of her neck. She smelled heavenly, some combination that reminded him of cookies and sex. Her bare shoulder beckoned for him to continue his quest, instead, he nibbled on her ear and wished the elevator would hurry up. She sighed, her body relaxing against his and he knew any chance of his erection subsiding before someone else could see it went out the damn window.
“If this elevator doesn’t hurry the fuck up, I might have to rethink your closet idea. I need to be inside you.”
“A quickie down here wouldn’t be the worst thing we could do,” she said, her voice low and breathy.
A small rotation of her hips was all Oliver needed to agree with her sentiment. As her ass brushed against his dick, he knew they couldn’t wait until they got upstairs, not if they wanted to avoid giving some unsuspecting person a show. Quickly he turned them around so they could head back to the closet they’d passed on the way there.
All he could think about was getting their first time out of the way so he could actually spend his time worshipping her like he wanted to. Otherwise, he was going to spend more time focusing on making it last than enjoying the pleasure he was ringing from her body. He was pretty sure he was so worked up no amount of concentration was going to save the first time. It would be like high school all over again with him coming in his pants long before he wanted to.
Meghan grabbed his hand again, pulling him toward the room where their release waited. Her soft skin against his added to his arousal. He could picture her hands roaming over his body, stroking his hard cock until he was begging to be inside her. As she reached for the handle to the door, his dick twitched like it knew it was finally going to get what it so desperately wanted.
“Fuck you Declan. Don’t fucking touch me.”
The door to the storage room flew open startling everyone. Oliver pulled Meghan out of the way as Brooklyn ran out of the room. Her hair and dress disheveled, tears falling down her cheeks. In the closet, Oliver saw one of his best friends, his shirt untucked, his tuxedo jacket thrown haphazardly over one of the shelves. His hair was messier than usual and he had lipstick all over his lips and neck. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what had been happening in that room.
Oliver wasn’t sure how to break the awkwardness of what was happening, but he didn’t have to worry about it. Meghan jumped into action immediately. She looked at him apologetically and he knew then that they were going to have to wait. Her friend was sobbing near the elevator that had come and gone since they’d decided to go for a quickie. There was no way Meghan was going to be able to concentrate on anything else until she made sure Brooklyn was okay.
Without a word, he smiled at her before quickly brushing his lips against hers. He watched as she walked back toward the elevator and gave her friend a hug. As soon as the doors opened, Meghan ushered Brooklyn inside, her arm still wrapped around her. Oliver continued to watch them until the doors closed, then he turned to his friend who was still standing in the closet. Declan hadn’t bothered to fix his hair or his shirt. He looked as stunned as Oliver felt, but that wasn’t going to stop Oliver from getting to the bottom of things.
“What the fuck just happened, man?”
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“I’m sorry about last night.”
“Stop apologizing about that. Your friend needed you. I get it,” Oliver said as he watched Meghan chop up vegetables at her kitchen counter.
When she’d called him earlier that afternoon to invite him over for “dinner and a whole lot more”, there hadn’t been a second of hesitation before he was agreeing to join her. Since their interrupted evening, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. Although he’d tried to distract himself with dealing with Declan, his friend was not interested in his help.
Instead of answering his question after the girls left, Declan had grabbed his coat and stomped out of the room. It had been obvious his friend was more than angry. Oliver knew him well enough to know that following him was a bad idea. Without Declan to distract him, Oliver headed home alone, with thoughts of what he was missing flashing through his mind. Remembering what it was like to have Meghan naked and writhing beneath him had only made his situation worse. He spent the rest of the evening with his hand wrapped around his dick trying to relieve himself of the worst case of blue balls he’d ever had.
Now he sat in her kitchen wishing they could skip dinner and move on to the whole lot more portion of their evening. Although he loved hanging out with her and just being around her, he was still a bit worked up from the night before. Back before things had changed between them, they’d gone a lot longer than a few weeks between their hookups, but now that they were married things were different. There was an undercurrent between them where things had shifted a bit and he could tell Meghan felt it too.
Before they were just scratching each other’s itch. It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. Now they were married and Oliver was falling in love with her. There was no way he was going to be able to hide that when they finally made love and he didn’t want to. He knew Meghan had feelings for him. He could see it in the way she looked at him; could feel it in the way she touched him.
Why she wouldn’t or couldn’t admit to those feelings was something he didn’t understand, but he wanted to. He wanted to explore everything she kept from him. There was still a wall between them. Although it was thinner and falling apart at the seams, it wasn’t completely gone. Oliver had a feeling busting through what was left of that wall wasn’t going to be easy, but there was no way he was going to stop trying.
“I’m glad you were able to come over. I know it was a bit last minute, but I wanted to make up for the way we left things last night. I figured once we came up for air, you’d be hungry, so that’s where dinner comes in. I made everything but the salad earlier so all we’d have to do is heat things up.”
“When we come up for air?” he asked.
Meghan put the knife down, abandoning the rest of the tomato she had yet to cut. Her hazel eyes darkened with desire as she met his gaze. She rounded the side of the island until she stood in front of him, a mischievous smile slowly filling her face. Oliver wrestled with the urge to reach out and pull her against him, but he wanted to let her run the show.
“You didn’t really think I was going to make us both sit through a torturous meal before we got to the good stuff, did you?” Meghan asked a smirk on her face. “You’re not the only one who had to suffer through blue balls last night, although for us ladies it’s called blue bean…stupid name, but the same concept. I couldn’t stop thinking about you last night and there wasn’t a toy in my drawer that could fix it.”
“Jeezus.”
Oliver’s dick throbbed against the confines of his jeans. Reaching down, he stroked himself through the offending fabric, hoping he’d be able to take the edge off even just a little bit. His eyes stayed on Meghan, watching her reaction. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, as her eyes dropped to his crotch. Just because he planned on letting her take control, didn’t mean he wasn’t going to do whatever he could to move things along. He needed to be inside her and he didn’t want to waste any time getting there.
“Stand up.”
Oliver didn’t hesitate to obey Meghan’s command. She wasn’t usually bossy when it came to sex, but he was enjoying the take-charge side of her. It was definitely diffusing some of the awkwardness between them. Normally when they were together, there were very few words and a whole lot of clothes flying off. Of course, that was before they got married and the weird dance between them started. Now that they were getting back into their groove, things felt new and a bit weird, like neither of them was completely comfortable with the other. It was almost like starting over, but with a lot less fumbling and laughing.
She pushed his jeans and boxer briefs over his hips, freeing his aching cock. Dropping to her knees, Meghan wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking it from base to tip. He fought the urge to let his head drop back and just feel what she was doing to him. Instead, he watched her lick her lips before she ran her thumb over the tip, collecting the pre-cum gathered there.
Meghan continued to stroke him as she looked up, her hooded eyes meeting his. She smirked as his cock jerked in her hand. She was obviously enjoying teasing him, which made Oliver want to give her a command of his own. He needed those perfect plush lips wrapped around his dick. He needed her to bring him to the edge, to suck him off until he was begging her to stop so he could bury himself inside her drenched pussy.
“Holy shit,” he groaned as he got his wish. His knees nearly gave out as heated suction enveloped the crown of his cock.
Meghan sucked his dick like she couldn’t get enough of him. Fast, slow, licking, sucking, nipping. She knew just how to drive him wild. One hand gripped the base of his cock, the other caressed his balls, ramping up his pleasure. Reaching down, he wrapped her hair around his fist, so he could control her rhythm. She took him deep, almost impossibly deep, over and over. Each time she raised up on his cock, she stroked her fist up to replace her mouth and then back down as she encased him again between her sexy lips.
“Fuck…get up, Meg. Now. I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
She made a noise of disapproval but did as he instructed. His cock fell from her mouth with an audible pop. The minute she disengaged from his shaft, he helped her up from the floor. Kicking off his pants and underwear, he led her to the couch. Even though her room was just down the hall, he didn’t have the patience to make it to her bed.
“Sit,” she commanded.
Oliver did as she directed, then watched as Meghan quickly stripped out of her yoga pants and t-shirt. The articles of clothing had left nothing to the imagination, clinging to her body like a second skin. Now that she stood in front of him, every inch of her creamy skin on display, the desire to throw her down on the couch and worship her delectable body was difficult to fight off. He knew he couldn’t though, at least not at the moment since she was calling the shots. They had all night, so he knew he’d have a chance to touch her in every way he’d fantasized about for the last few weeks.
She opened the drawer of the coffee table and pulled out a few of the condoms they’d stashed there after they’d first started hooking up. Nothing killed the spontaneity of kitchen or living room sex, like having to run down the hall to grab protection. She threw the condoms down on the couch next to him, so they were within reach.
“I’ve dreamt about this,” she murmured before moving over him, straddling his lap, her hands braced on his shoulders.
Meghan slid her body over his, teasing his rock-hard dick with her wet heat. Back and forth, from root to tip and back down, until he thought he was going to explode.
“If you’re not careful, Meghan, this isn’t going to last long. Stop teasing me already and just ride me,” he nearly growled as he told her what he needed. His patience was waning as was his ability to hold back his orgasm. No way was he going to come until he was inside her, but if she kept up what she was doing, he wasn’t going to have much choice in the matter.
Meghan laughed, low and sexy, as she stopped rubbing against him. Reaching between them, she took hold of his cock before lifting up on her knees. Quickly, she opened one of the condoms and rolled it down his length. Positioning him right where she needed him, she started to slowly lower herself until he was barely inside of her. He held onto her hips, ready to help her out if she needed it. She smiled down at him and he nearly lost it. He couldn’t wait any longer, but before he could pull her down onto his cock, she let herself drop onto him, impaling herself on his needy dick.
“God…that feels so good…” she said before raising back up on her knees and then lowering herself again.
“Jeezus.”
His hands roamed back to her ass. He gripped her harder as her rhythm picked up. She rode him hard and fast, with each descent she ground her clit against his pelvis, over and over. Her breasts bounced as she moved over him, enticing him, making his mouth water until he couldn’t fight the urge any longer. Taking his hands off of her ass, he palmed her breasts, knowing he could bring her near to orgasm with how sensitive they could be. She faltered the minute he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
“Oh…oh…fuck…”
He licked and sucked on one nipple, then moved to the other. Meghan tried to keep up her previous rhythm, but her body trembled as she grew closer to her release. He returned his grip to her ass so he could steady her before he raised his hips to thrust into her. He set a new pace, a frenetic speed as they both circled the orgasms they’d been denying for weeks. She came first, her walls convulsing around his dick as her body shook above him.
With a few more thrusts, he buried himself as deep as he could before he gave into his release. She ground against him, the aftershock of her orgasm pulsing around his dick. His heart felt like it was going to burst from his chest as he came down. Sex had always been amazing with Meghan, but it had never been as intense as it had been in that moment.
“Wow,” Meghan said before leaning down to kiss him. Her lips pressed against his softly at first, but then the kiss quickly morphed into something more heated. Her lips parted, her tongue flicking out to play with his.
His hands kneaded the soft globes of her ass as she started to grind against him, her hips rotating so she could brush her clit against his pelvis. His dick twitched, happy to be buried deep inside of her as they continued to kiss like their lives depended on it. Meghan’s hands roamed over his chest, reminding him that he’d never had a chance to take off his shirt. Breaking the kiss, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor, then brought his mouth back to hers.
As he grew harder inside of her, she started to ride him again. Her body rising and falling on him in slow strokes that drove him wild. He’d never recovered so quickly after such a massive orgasm, but in minutes he was ready for another round, but this time he’d do it his way. With a swift movement, he stood up, his hands still gripping her butt, then turned so her back was to the couch. Slowly, he lowered them until she was lying on the couch and he was still nestled between her legs.
Meghan wrapped her legs around his waist, the heels of her feet digging into his ass. He took that as a sign to move faster, pumping into her with deeper thrusts. She cried out as he shifted his hips just barely. He knew exactly where she needed him and he was going to exploit the fact that he knew every place to hit, suck and touch to bring her to another intense release.
She writhed beneath him, her body tightening around him as she reached up to knead her breasts. He watched her pinch her nipples, amazed that he wasn’t blowing his load the minute she took her pleasure into her own hands. Reaching between them, he put pressure on her clit, knowing it would drive her right over the edge.
“Fuck, Oliver….” she cried out as her pussy clenched around him, pulling him even deeper into her body.
He continued to rock into her until his own orgasm overcame him once again. He shuddered, her body milking every last drop of cum out of him that it could. As slowly as his spent limbs would allow him to, he lowered himself on top of her, careful to make sure he wasn’t crushing her.
“That was…”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Why did we wait again?”
She laughed, her body convulsing against his causing his dick to stir once more. Before he could react to his needy appendage, his stomach growled, a long, undignified noise that made them both laugh.
“I guess we should get up and get you fed. Gotta make sure you have the resources to keep going all night. I’m definitely nowhere near done with you,” Meghan admitted, before pushing on his chest.
Reluctantly, he pulled out of her, then rolled off of her so she could get up. Her hair had that just fucked look to it, her skin bright red with stubble marks and his handprints, her inner thighs glistened with the wetness their lovemaking had produced. For a moment, he wanted to say to hell with food and pull her back onto his lap. Instead, he watched as she bent over to pick up his t-shirt from the floor.
He waited for her to hand him the shirt and then grab her own clothes but was pleasantly surprised as she pulled the shirt over her head and let it drop over her body. Despite the fact the material covered her from neck to mid-thigh, Meghan had never looked sexier to him. She smiled down at him, before walking back toward the kitchen. He heard the opening and closing of the refrigerator door and used the moment to take a deep breath, to try to get control over his body.
He knew they were nowhere near done with each other, but after just two rounds of sex, he had a feeling Meghan might well be the death of him. Oliver wasn’t quite sure it was a bad thing, it would definitely be one hell of a way to go out. He could see his tombstone now “Here lies Oliver Brooks, a man who died in the arms of the woman of his dreams as she screwed his brains out.” Probably not the most family-friendly epitaph, but he wouldn’t complain.
After fumbling around in the pile of clothes next to the couch, Oliver pulled on his boxers, still not sure why they were bothering to put on clothes just to eat. Joining Meghan in the kitchen, he watched as she went about finishing up the salad and heating up the dinner she’d made earlier. Before she was finished, she put him to work opening a bottle of wine, then let him know there was beer in the fridge if he wanted one.
Instead of grabbing a beer, he poured them each a glass of wine. He recognized the label as one she’d brought to parties at Savannah’s. He knew it was a crisp white that would go better with the pasta dish she’d made than a beer. Taking a seat at the island, he watched as she heated up chicken carbonara in a skillet, then pulled a foil packet of garlic bread out of the oven.
“Hopefully you’ll still want to kiss me after all this garlic, but I couldn’t resist. I was skimming through a cookbook and this just jumped out at me. I haven’t made carbonara in a while. It sounded too good to pass up.”
“I guess it’s a good thing we’ll both be eating all of this garlic then. It smells too damn good, even if it means giving up your kisses for the evening,” Oliver joked.
“So how was breakfast with your folks this morning?” Meghan asked as she plated their food.
“Good. They were bummed to miss the wedding, but with my brother and sister-in-law out of town for work, they’ve got their hands full with the kids this weekend. There was no way they could have brought those little devils…I mean angels to the wedding. The twins would have created mayhem everywhere they went and Sophia, she would have been needy and demanding the whole time. Although she probably would have spent more time dancing than anything else.”
“They sound fun,” Meghan said. She set their plates down on the island and then sat down next to him.
“I’ll remind you that you said that the next time I babysit them. They’re cute and really great kids, but they don’t behave nearly as well as their parents would like people to believe. Ryan and Lucas aren’t always the best big brothers to Sophia. Sometimes they aren’t even the best brothers to each other. They can be little brats, but I love them just the same.”
Meghan didn’t say a word just swirled her wine in her glass. He wondered for a moment if she was going to broach the subject of children but then realized there was no way they were there yet. She hadn’t even agreed to stay married to him, the talk of whether or not they each wanted to have children was still some ways off.
“How was your morning? When did you end up getting home?” Oliver asked after a much longer moment of silence than was comfortable.
“I got home a little after one this afternoon. I ended up staying in Brook’s room with her all night. We didn’t get a whole lot of sleep. Then we went to brunch with Kerrigan after we checked out. We had a hell of a time keeping Brooklyn from drowning her sorrows in a pitcher of mimosas. I’m still so confused over what happened. Did you talk to Declan at all?”
“I tried, but he wasn’t interested in talking. He nearly bit my head off when I asked him if he needed anything. He stormed out of the hotel in the worst mood I’ve ever seen him in.”
“Well please don’t mention any of it to Gabriel. Brooklyn doesn’t want Savannah to know what she did or how it ended.”
Oliver wasn’t surprised Brooklyn planned on keeping her interlude with Declan a secret from her sister. He was pretty sure neither Brooklyn or Declan wanted anyone to know about what happened. If he and Meghan hadn’t been in the right place at the wrong time, what happened in that storage closet would have stayed in that storage closet.
“My lips are sealed,” Oliver promised before changing the subject. “So, do you have any plans this week? I was hoping we could have a date night or two. Maybe another night like tonight.”
“I have Monday and Wednesday off like usual, then I work the day shift Tuesday and Thursday. I’m closing over the weekend, so I’ll be at the restaurant late. What did you have in mind?”
“How about we do something on your days off after I get off work. Then maybe I can pick you up on the nights you’re closing so we can spend the night together?”
“I’m good with the days off idea, but I’m going to be tired and sweaty after working all day and you know weekends are our busiest nights. I won’t be much fun after work when I’m closing.”
“We don’t have to do anything. Heck, I’d be happy if I got to hold you while you fell asleep,” Oliver admitted.
Once the words were out of his mouth though he wished he could take them back. They were exactly the kind of thing that would scare Meghan off. Proof he was moving too fast, pushing too hard. He tried to think of a way to fix what he’d done but was surprised when Meghan responded in the exact opposite way of how he expected her to.
“That sounds nice. Perhaps we can start that tonight? Although hopefully, we can do a bit more than just sleep.”
Oliver let his fork fall to his plate. The clatter of the metal hitting the porcelain breaking the silence that had filled the room. He realized then that he’d been holding his breath, waiting for Meghan to react to him. Then he kept holding it, unsure that he’d heard her right. While he wrestled with the enormity of her words, she continued to eat her pasta like she hadn’t just given him hope their relationship wasn’t one-sided. That maybe she was as invested in their potential future as he was.
Dating and having sex occasionally was one thing, sleeping together, spending the night in each other’s homes, was another. There was intimacy in the mundane, in the eating of a simple home cooked meal together, in cuddling on the couch watching TV, in spooning as you each drifted off to sleep. Oliver wanted nothing more than to spend his days and nights with Meghan doing the most mundane of things. The fact she seemed open to taking that step sent his heart soaring.
He wanted to stand up and do a dance, to cheer loud enough her entire apartment complex would hear him. Instead, he reached over and placed his hand on hers. He didn’t say a word, just picked up his fork with his other hand and returned to eating his dinner. It didn’t matter that eating with his left hand was more difficult than he realized. He wasn’t going to stop touching her, no matter how many times the pasta fell off his fork.
They ate in silence for a little while longer. Meghan finished her dinner first and with one final sip of her wine, she climbed off the stool.
“I think this mess can wait until later. Right now, I’m ready for dessert. What do you think, Oliver? Are you ready for dessert?” Meghan asked as she pulled his shirt up and over her head.
Once again, Oliver’s fork fell to his plate as he took in Meghan in all her naked glory. She smiled at him before turning around to head down the hall. Her hips swayed a little extra as she walked away from him, an act he knew was meant to entice him. Adjusting his rapidly hardening cock as he stood, he was more than ready to let her know her little ploy worked.
When he reached her room and found her lying ready and waiting for him on her bed, Oliver knew he was in trouble. A spare sheet had been spread over the bed, a bowl of strawberries and a bottle of chocolate syrup sat on the bed next to her. She picked up a strawberry, took a bite off the end in the most seductive way he’d ever seen and then rubbed the juicy end of it over one of her rosy nipples.
Oliver groaned as he watched her rub the strawberry over the other tightened bud, then between her breasts. When she’d asked if he was ready for dessert and then taken off her shirt, he’d assumed she was the dessert in question, not that he’d be eating dessert off her naked body. He palmed his cock through his boxers, squeezing it gently as he watched her trail the strawberry down her stomach. Before she could reach the apex of her thighs, he was joining her on the bed, his hand stopping her from going any further.
If anyone was going to trail a strawberry over her already delicious center it was going to be him. He licked and sucked his way back up the path the strawberry had left behind until he was sucking one of her nipples in his mouth, his tongue stroking the sensitive nub. Meghan writhed beneath him, whimpering softly as he palmed her mound with his free hand.
“Don’t forget the chocolate,” she moaned as he brushed a finger over her clit.
He laughed. This woman was too much. Never would he have foreseen himself drizzling chocolate over her body so he could lick it up, but he loved she was so damn adventurous and willing to try things with him. Every minute he spent with her, he fell more and more in love with her. As he opened the bottle of chocolate, he hoped like hell she was starting to feel the same way. There was no doubt in his mind, that Meghan Crosby had ruined him for any other woman. There was no way he was going to be able to move on from her, even if he had to.