“I’m not quitting because of you.” He steps closer, so our bodies are pressed together. “I’m quitting because of us.”
My nose wrinkles, not quite understanding the difference between the two.
“You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever known. Not just your looks, but your soul. You are inquisitive and generous, and you care about things most people don’t. I don’t know when it happened, but a little piece of my heart latched onto your soul. But you? I’m not quitting for you. I should be keeping my job for you. So I can keep acting as your advisor and help you become the writer you’re destined to be.”
He pulls me in, somehow even closer now, until our whole bodies are pressed together. My feet in between his, I can feel the inside of his legs against my own. Our chests rise and fall in sync, and our noses touch.
It feels like home, here in the library surrounded by the books we both love. I don’t care about the students and staff members gawking at us. I don’t care that our words aren’t private. Because I know that he is saying them for me.
“I’m quitting because of us.” Oliver clarifies again, planting a firm kiss on my lips. “I’m quitting because despite all of that, I know we are destined to be together. And I can’t wait four years for that. I don’t want to wait another minute before the world knows that you’re mine. That I’m yours. I love you so deeply it hurts to think that we almost never were.
“I should have been the happiest man on the planet, winning all that money. But I wasn’t, I was miserable. Until you blasted your way into my life like a shooting star. You lit up my darkest moments and I will do anything, everything, to prove to you that we are more important than a job.”
Every admission works to fill the hole in my heart that, moments ago, was only growing larger.
“I’m sorry that it took me so long to realise how important you are. How important we are. It kills me that I hurt you. That I became another person that you thought you couldn’t rely on. But I’m here to tell you that you can rely on me. Today, tomorrow, forever.”
My heels rise from the floor. Stretching up on my toes, I kiss him.
“It was never your fault,” I tell him. “I should never have acted like it was.”
I tilt my head, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. His tongue brushes against mine and tingles spread through my entire body. Heat rises from my core and I can feel his length hardening against my stomach.
“I love you.” I pull away just enough to whisper into his mouth. “Please, take me home.”
OLIVER
She loves me. The hairs on the back of my neck tickle with goosebumps as she pulls away from the kiss to tell me that she loves me. My heart swells, stops beating, then picks up again at a rapid pace.
With Madison’s body pressed up against mine, every sensation feels like too much. Her breasts brush against my chest, her legs settled in between mine. There’s no part of me that doesn’t have contact with her, but I still ache for more.
“Please, take me home.”
She doesn’t have to ask twice. I sweep her into my arms, scooping her bag off the table beside us. Her legs wrap around me and she hooks her feet at my lower back. Somehow, I don’t collide into anything as we make our way out of the library, never pausing our now desperate kiss. Cheers and whoops surround us as we make our way to my car, and I briefly wonder how quickly the news has spread. It doesn’t matter though. All that matters is that Madison is in my arms. She owns my heart. And she is letting me in hers.
Driving home is painful. The buzz from the radio doing nothing to fill the needy silence between us. Anticipation fills the air and when we finally cross the threshold to my townhouse, there’s no holding us back.
Our hands are a frenzied tangle, hers racing to unbutton my shirt while mine tug away at her open cardigan. Reaching into her tank I palm her breast, rubbing the taut bud between my fingers.
“Oli.” She moans my name, cutting herself short with a gasp when I pinch my fingers together. I drag her sleeves down her arms. My hand doesn’t leave her breast as I lean to take the other in my mouth. My teeth graze against her nipple, and her moans cause an aching in my balls.
Kneeling between her legs, I palm her centre, breathing in her sweet and musky scent. I stretch her leggings and panties down her waist, dropping them on the floor beside me to plant a kiss at the apex of her thighs. Her hands tug at my hair, pulling me closer. I oblige, running my tongue through her seam before flicking at her clit. Her whole body shudders as I push a finger deep into her, stroking her inner walls, drawing out the orgasm I can feel building.
“Fuck Madison, you are perfect.”
With my free hand, I hook her leg over my shoulder. When she settles her weight on me, I reach up to pinch at her nipple again.
“Please,” she begs.
“I want to feel you come on my fingers before you come on my cock.”
I add another finger, hooking them inside her. Pumping in and out. I suck and bite at her clit as she climaxes. Her walls tighten around me, legs shuddering as she rides my face through the high.
I lap at her pussy, soaking in every tiny shudder.
“Please fuck me now professor.”
Placing her leg back down, I bite at her thigh. “Bedroom. Condom.”
