Chloe stored Oliver’s painting safely in her spare room. The end of July was approaching. She hoped he would stay, but what would happen if he didn’t? What if he left and she never experienced being with him in the fullest sense of the word because she had been too cautious, too cowardly to take a chance and go for what she knew deep down inside she wanted?
She couldn’t imagine ever feeling like this about anyone else. Couldn’t imagine ever allowing any other man into her life the way she had Oliver. Because she trusted him. Trusted him not to be like her father, not to hurt her, control her, abuse her. If she gave herself to him now, he would take a big piece of her heart and soul if he left, and she might never be the same again. But if she didn’t…Lauren was right. No one knew what tomorrow would bring. And she would forever regret this missed opportunity if she didn’t take it.
Her mind made up, she left her cottage, thankful not to meet anyone as she made her way to Oliver’s flat. As she walked, she thought over the last weeks, the way she had grown in confidence thanks to Oliver’s patient care. They had progressed from those first awkward kisses, when she hadn’t known what to do, to the most amazingly erotic, deep, drugging kisses that knocked her senseless and set every part of her aflame. Then there had been some pretty serious petting. She felt hot and achy just thinking about his touch…and being able to touch him.
Despite rejecting Vicky’s ridiculous suggestion that she use Oliver for sexual experimentation, Chloe was curious. Not because she wanted to see what sex was like on a general level, and certainly not to use Oliver. She could never do that. This was about Oliver himself, the need she felt for him alone. The thought of stepping into the unknown was scary. But she had reached the point where she was even more scared not to explore where this might go. He had awakened a long-dormant part of her. It was him she wanted. Badly.
Shaking with nerves, she hesitated outside Oliver’s door, reaching out to ring the door bell before her remaining courage deserted her. It was several moments before she heard the turn of the lock, then the door opened. She had been on the point of walking away, losing her nerve, but she froze, her gaze locked on Oliver, taking in the wonder of the man. She looked slowly up long, tanned, muscled legs to where a pair of skimpy, faded denim shorts hung low on narrow hips, the button unfastened. The tattoo above one hip bone was almost fully visible—vaguely it registered that it depicted a lone wolf. Her gaze followed the narrow line of dark hair from the gaping waistband, up over a taut belly and toned abdomen to the perfectly contoured chest, broad and muscled, olive skin marked by the two orbs of bronze nipples.
Slowly, he raised one arm and braced it on the doorframe above his head, the rippling play of muscles and the tattoo banding his bicep distracting her. She felt hot enough to melt into a puddle at his feet and couldn’t drag enough air into her lungs. Biting her lip, she forced her gaze to continue up the strong column of his throat, over a jaw darkened with the shadow of a day’s stubble, past sensual lips that held such sexy promise until her gaze clashed with his. Rich brown eyes…sinful, liquid, hot with a sexual need that both excited and frightened her. Part of her wanted to run away. The rest of her couldn’t move, wanted to stay, needed to touch him.
‘Chloe?’
The smoky voice pushed her over the edge. She pressed a closed fist to her sternum, terrified she was going to hyperventilate or faint or do something equally embarrassing in front of him. A ragged breath shuddered through her.
‘Is something wrong, babe?’
She shook her head, unable to speak. Vulnerable, she tried to convey through her eyes why she was here. Her heart rate doubled as awareness stilled him. His own eyes darkened impossibly, his expression growing hotter, even more intense, and his lips parted a fraction as if in silent invitation and anticipation. He said nothing, just lowered his arm and held out his hand to her. Trembling so badly she could barely command her limbs to obey, she took a jerky step forward and placed her hand in his, sealing her fate.
Warm, strong fingers closed over hers and drew her inexorably closer. She stepped over the threshold, deafened by the pulse racing in her ears, drawn by the unquenchable ache deep inside her. The sound of the door closing and the lock turning was loud in the electrically charged silence.
Helpless to halt her own fate, Chloe surrendered herself to Oliver’s will.
Oliver couldn’t believe that Chloe was there, that she had come to him, but he read the need in her eyes, felt it in the quiver of her body, the frantic race of her pulse. He wanted her as he had wanted no other woman. He ached with it, ached to back her up to the wall and take her, hot, hard and desperately. But he knew he couldn’t do that. Not yet. Somehow he had to get a grip on his raging desire before it slipped out of control. This was Chloe’s first time, and whatever it cost him to wait and go slowly, so be it. He was going to make this as special and memorable an experience for her as he could. Later there would be time to indulge in more carnal, urgent pursuits and introduce her to exciting new experiences. Later…
Not yet breaking the silence between them, he led her to his bedroom, more than grateful he’d stocked up on some condoms in the last few days in the hope that this precious event might happen. His hand held hers lightly. He wanted her to join him of her own free will, to make the decision herself. As much as he longed to sweep her up in his arms and tumble her to his bed to ravish her, this had to be Chloe’s choice. The first time had to be right. Halting beside the bed, he turned to face her, his heart swelling with affection at the look in her eyes…a sliver of fear mixed with determination and longing. He was so damn proud of her.
‘Are you sure this is what you want, Chloe?’
‘Y-yes. If you do.’
‘Hell, yes!’ Feeling raw with need, he gave a rough laugh at her doubt. ‘You have no idea how badly. But this time is for you, babe. If I do anything you don’t like, you tell me. If you want me to stop, you say so. OK?’
She gave a shaky nod. ‘OK.’
Holding her gaze, he released her hand and slowly began to undo the buttons down the front of her sleeveless, multicoloured sundress. ‘First we’ll get this off you. I can’t wait to see you properly. You’re so beautiful, Chloe. I want to touch you and taste you all over. You always remind me of food,’ he murmured, brushing his lips along her neck.
‘Food?’
‘Mmm.’ He nuzzled against her, his tongue flicking out to sample her skin. ‘You smell like green apples, sunshine and fresh air. Your skin is as smooth and pure as cream, you taste as sweet as honey, and your mouth and nipples are as succulent and juicy as strawberries. I want to eat you all up, Chloe. I hunger for you…and it’s never going to stop. You are a feast I shall never have my fill of.’
‘Oliver…’ Her whole body trembled in reaction to his words.
‘Let me love you, babe. Let me show you how beautiful you are, how special desire and passion and making love will be between us.’
‘Yes.’
She whimpered, swaying as he peeled off the dress and discarded it, revealing her lush curves covered only in lacy green bra and panties. Heat seared through him. His nostrils flared. Sucking in a strangled breath, he fought to keep to the plan, despite how painfully hard and desperate he was for her. To distract himself and boost her confidence, he kept talking to her, praising her. His own hand shook as he reached out and traced the outline of her bra and panties with his fingertips, watching and feeling the reactions of her body to the light touches. A flush of arousal warmed soft, ivory skin, her nipples hardened further, pushing anxiously against their lace covering, and her flesh rippled as she shivered in anticipation.
‘You can touch me, too, Chloe. I want you to. I long to feel your hands and mouth on me.’
Guiding her palms to his chest, he left her to explore, loving her curious, enthusiastic touch. He reached round to unfasten her bra, allowing the perfection of her breasts to spill free. Full, firm but soft, they filled his hands and she moaned as he shaped them, his thumbs grazing
over the tight, swollen, sensitive peaks. She arched towards him in response, her own fingers tightening on his flesh.
Chloe was so reactive to his touch. He couldn’t wait to turn weeks of seductive kisses and lingering foreplay into the real thing, imagining how much pleasure he could bring her. Resisting the temptation to linger on her breasts just yet, he knelt in front of her, sliding his hands down her hips. Leaning in, he nuzzled the rounded swell of her belly, breathing in the scent of her. His heart thudded, his body tightened even further. Slipping his hands round to cup her delicious rear, he held her still for him as he explored her navel with lips, teeth and tongue. She gasped, squirming against him, and he felt her legs giving way. Supporting her, he eased down her panties, his gaze drawn to ivory thighs and the apex of them where a triangle of soft dark curls arrowed down to the core of her femininity. He laid her gently on the bed, moving to straddle her, his knees on either side of hers, keeping his shorts on to maintain some much-needed distance so he remembered this was for Chloe and didn’t end things in an instant.
Running his hands up her body, he leaned in to kiss her, giving her more of his weight, rubbing his chest across her breasts as she wrapped her arms around him and opened her mouth for his tongue. She tasted amazing. His own body shook as her hands tentatively explored, her nails grazing down his spine, threatening to tip him over the edge. He drew back, concentrating on her needs.
His fingers stroked the baby-soft skin of her thighs, sliding higher as they parted for him, dipping between, feeling her heat and growing excitement. Her hold on him tightened and he drew his head back to watch her, seeing the flush of arousal colour her face, her eyes turning darker and unfocused. Her breaths were rapid and ragged as he brushed his fingers over her, getting her used to the sensations before touching her more intimately. She felt incredible. He sucked in his own shuddering breath, sure he was going up in flames at any moment.
‘Oliver?’
She sounded uncertain at what she was feeling. ‘Easy, babe,’ he soothed, taking his time as he stroked her, slowly parting her and exploring deeper.
Unbelievable. She was perfect. So hot and wet. And tight, he discovered as he carefully pressed one finger inside her. He used the pad of his thumb to circle and brush across her sensitive clitoris, and she gasped, squirming on the bed, clutching at him.
‘What…? What’s happening?’ she cried on a half-sob.
‘Trust me. Just let go.’ She was so close. He could feel it in her, the building tension. Carefully he added a second finger, rhythmically stroking inside her. ‘Go with it, Chloe. Let it happen. It feels good, doesn’t it?’
‘Yes! Please…Oliver!’
She tightened round his fingers and he took her through the release that gripped her, holding her close, revelling in the cries pulled from her as she clung to him, surrendering to what he knew was the first climax she had ever experienced. He made sure to extend and prolong the sensations for her. Watching her pleasure was incredible. It overwhelmed him to share this with her, to know he was the one to make her feel good, to make her come apart. And this was just the beginning.
Easing his fingers from her, he softly stroked her trembling thighs and belly, brushing kisses across her flushed face. ‘You were amazing, babe. Did you like it?’
Nodding she turned her face into his neck, hiding, her arms wrapping around him.
‘Don’t be shy with me.’ Her flesh quivered as his fingers resumed their light stroking along her inner thighs. ‘What you felt that time will only get better, Chloe. When I use my mouth on you. When I’m inside you and we come together.’
He gave her a few moments to adjust, then he began kissing her again, building up her arousal a step at a time as he slowly inched his hands and his mouth down her body, worshipping every part of her, lingering at her breasts before continuing his journey to her navel, then lower. She froze in shock the first time he touched his mouth to her most intimate flesh but he gentled her through, encouraged by the responses of her body, her sighs and moans, the way she writhed beneath him.
‘You can’t,’ she gasped in shocked delight.
Oliver chuckled. ‘Sure I can.’ And he proceeded to show her how.
‘Oh, my! Oliver!’
‘Come for me, babe.’
He kept her on the brink for as long as his patience could bear it, then led her over the edge to her second orgasm, this one even stronger and more intense than the first. He kept his tongue and fingers moving, intensifying her pleasure, loving her cries, her uninhibited responses. As after-shocks rippled through her, he released her long enough to shrug out of his shorts and reach for a condom, cursing his shaking fingers as he wrestled to extract it and roll it on. Soon it would be time.
He’d needed Chloe to climax a couple of times, wanted her so hot and wet and needy that she would be relaxed and boneless enough that she wouldn’t have the time to worry or the strength to tense herself when he took her virginity. He was scared. He’d never been anyone’s first man before. He didn’t want to hurt her, ever, and he’d tried everything he could think of to make it as easy and good for her as possible. She had been so tight to his fingers and he shook with wanting, imagining how it would feel to be inside her. Chloe was so special. Looking down at her, limp and replete, a small smile curving her mouth, he knew it was now or never.
Chloe struggled to open her eyes as she felt Oliver’s hands lift her sated body and slide a pillow under her hips before gently setting her down again. Why was he doing that? His fingers stroked her thighs, parting them before he eased between them. She felt languid, every part of her quivering with sensation after the indescribable pleasure of two amazing orgasms, and it took an effort to raise her hand and run her fingers up his chest and throat to cup his jaw. The faint rasp of stubble was an exciting caress against her skin. His earthy male scent teased her, aroused her. Heat shimmered off him and she met his gaze, saw the intent in his eyes, the flare of colour across his cheekbones.
Oh, help. It was going to happen.
She wanted it, but she was scared.
Before she could voice her concerns, his mouth took hers in a searing kiss, deep, seductive, hotter than hot, dragging her back into oblivion. Nothing existed but Oliver and the way he made her feel. His hands and mouth brought her back up to full arousal. Every part of her was straining for release. She felt achy, empty, needy. Oliver sank the fingers of one hand in her tousled hair, meeting her gaze, his eyes hot with desire. He moved to her and, as she felt him poised for the first time, her hands instinctively grasped at him.
‘Relax, Chloe.’ His voice was hoarse. He teased kisses at the corners of her mouth, his tongue tip stroking her bottom lip. ‘Trust me.’
Slowly, so slowly, he entered her. She felt the unfamiliar pressure. It went on and on as he pressed inexorably forward. Her breaths were coming in ragged gasps, her heart racing madly. For a moment he paused, but before she could tense or prepare herself, he thrust forward again, firmer, surer. The pressure intensified and she felt a sense of impossible fullness. She’d expected pain but there was nothing more than a brief sting before it was gone.
He paused to allow her body to accommodate him. ‘Are you OK, babe?’
‘Yes,’ she managed, although ‘OK’ didn’t seem to cover the magnitude of it.
‘Is it uncomfortable for you?’
She shook her head in response to his rough, raw question. The sensations were amazing. His own breathing was as ragged as her own, then he groaned, his hold tightening as he began to move, slowly at first, and then with less restraint. The friction was exquisite. Her fingers dug into the slick flesh of his back. Sobbing, unable to help herself, she curled around him, her hips rising to match his rhythm. Oh, this was fantastic! She loved it. She wanted more. And something far greater than she had already experienced was clamouring inside her.
‘Please, Oliver. Please…’
Oliver fought to retain control, to go slowly, to make this first time right for Chloe. B
ut it was impossible not to react to the way she responded so naturally and eagerly to him. Her scent, her taste, the feel of her opening to him, accepting him, welcoming him into her body, was the most incredible thing that had ever happened to him. She fitted him like a glove. He couldn’t hold on. He had to move. As she clutched at him, pleaded with him, instinctively wrapped her legs round him and tilted her hips, sending him deeper still, she pushed him over the edge. His control snapping, he upped the tempo, unable to hold back any more. He bound her to him and gave himself up to the unbelievable bliss of making love with Chloe MacKinnon. She met and matched his every demand, crying out as he took her higher and higher, until the moment when she flew with him over the precipice, freefalling into the abyss as her release triggered his and unimaginable pleasure shot him spiralling into oblivion.
He had no idea how long it was before he managed to stir himself. He had to be crushing her. Keeping her with him, he carefully rolled them to the side, tightening his hold, needing her close. Always. He had to be dead. He couldn’t breathe, his heart was thundering far too fast. Only it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. For ever wouldn’t be enough with Chloe.
Forcing his eyes open, he focused on her flushed face, wiping tears from her cheeks with unsteady fingers. ‘Chloe, are you all right? Did I hurt you?’
‘No. Not at all. It was…Wow!’ A naughty smile sparked her green eyes and curved lips rosy and swollen from his kisses. ‘I loved it,’ she admitted with a shy laugh. ‘Can we do it again?’
Ecstatic, he hugged her and gave a mock groan. ‘Help me. I’ve created an insatiable monster!’
‘If you don’t want to, I understand.’
‘What?’ Alerted by the uncertainty in her voice, he rolled them over, cupping her face in his hands. ‘Not want to? Are you crazy?’
She bit her lip, making him want to do the same, to taste her again—all over. ‘I just thought…’
‘Thought once would be enough? Hell no, babe. You can unthink that idea. No way am I ever going to have my fill of you or do all the things I want to do with you.’
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