“Felt like you liked it.”
“Mm. I really did.”
“Then stop complaining.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” he says, stepping forward and planting his lips on mine.
Unlike last time, this kiss starts slow and soft. Our lips pucker and press against each other’s with light touches.
My hands find a home on his lower back as one of his cups my jaw. His tongue teases my bottom lip before I open up for him, allowing him to explore my mouth.
I suck in a quivering breath before I let out a moan. He pulls me closer, angling his head in the other direction while continuing the kiss.
“What else,” he murmurs when he pulls away.
I lick my lips and open my eyes. “Huh?”
“What else do you want to do?” he asks before planting kisses along my jaw, ending with his tongue dancing under my earlobe.
With a swallow, I say, “Touch you.”
He steps back and removes his shirt, showcasing his stunning physique. “So, touch me.”
My eyes flicker to his face before they’re back on his torso, my hand slowly reaching out to touch his abs.
Oliver takes my wrist and roughly presses my hand against his stomach. “You’re not going to hurt me.”
An appreciative groan rumbles in my throat and my fingers splay across his stomach, feeling every ridge and curve of muscle. I push it up higher, feeling his muscular chest.
“Do you play sports?” I ask, garnering a chuckle from him.
“Baseball.”
“Mm.”
My hand travels to his throat, my thumb brushing against his Adam’s apple. He lifts his head with a moan.
“I kept looking at this area that night,” I say, leaning forward and placing a kiss on the hollow of his throat.
“Why’s that?” he breathes.
“I don’t know.”
“Maybe your cock will get to know it a little better.”
I have a full-body shiver. “My god.”
He laughs. “Sorry. You’re in charge.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be,” I whisper.
“Baby, don’t give me control. I thrive on it.”
I dig my teeth into my bottom lip. “The more experienced driver should take the wheel, right?”
“I don’t want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable.”
“I’ll stop you if I do.”
