Igroaned in frustration, locking my fingers together behind my head to keep from flinging my laptop across the room. I’d spent the last hour trying to do something that should’ve only taken fifteen minutes. Unfortunately, the Wi-Fi connection in my condo was sketchy at best and my patience had worn thin.
It didn’t help that it had been three days since I’d seen Oliver. I knew that his traveling was all part of the job. He had to go to wherever the fashion shows were being held, but that didn’t make it any easier to be apart from him. The truth was, I missed him. I missed his laugh and his snarky sense of humor. Most of all, I missed the quiet times we spent together, when we shut the rest of the world out and it was as if we were the only two people in existence. I checked my watch for the hundredth time that evening. Just a few more hours and he’d be home.
Deciding to try and get a little more work done, I attempted to log on one more time. I cheered as I managed to get on successfully, but as soon as I started to type, the connection was lost once again. The sound of someone knocking was the only thing that saved me from following through on my plans to destroy my computer. Shooting my laptop an angry glare, I pushed away from the table and stood to answer the door.
All of my frustration evaporated the minute I opened the door and found Oliver standing on the other side. Dressed in black slacks and a bright purple silk shirt, with eyeshadow to match and just a hint of pink on his glossy lips, he was literally the most exquisite thing I’d seen since the last time I laid eyes on him.
His eyes lit up and he threw his head back with a surprised laugh as I grabbed him around the waist and pulled him inside, slamming the door and closing us off from the rest of the world. I slid my hands on either side of his face and bent my head for a kiss, backing him up until he was pressed against the door.
Like a starving man, I feasted on his plump lips, eliciting a groan from him that shot straight to my cock. I had only a second to wonder if I was being too rough when his arms wound around my neck and he pulled me even closer, like he never wanted to let me go.
“Surprise,” he whispered moments later as we leaned our foreheads together, trying to catch our breath.
I chuckled. “You’re early. I didn’t think you were supposed to get back for several more hours.”
“Complaining?” He tilted his head back and arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me.
“Not at all,” I assured him. “I was just going to pick you up at the airport. I even got flowers for the occasion.” I smiled as I watched him melt.
“Oh my God! You are the sweetest man ever!” I leaned in for another kiss, but he pulled back with a frown. “Wait! I still want my flowers,” he informed me.
I laughed. “Come on, they’re in here.” We held hands as we walked into the kitchen and only after I’d handed him the bouquet of long-stemmed pink roses was I rewarded with another kiss.
“So, how was your trip?” I asked, leaning my hips against the counter as he checked the cabinets for a glass tall enough to use as a vase.
“The show was incredible and…” He gasped suddenly. I stood up straight and took a step in his direction. I was worried he’d hurt himself on an errant thorn, but he turned to me, wearing a huge smile and laying a hand on his chest. “I got to see her. No, not just see her, I got tomeether!” he exclaimed.
I didn’t even have to ask whichherhe was referring to. Kate Middleton was all he’d been able to talk about since he’d heard she might attend the show. He began arranging the flowers into the glass as he continued his story.
I tried to listen as he started telling me every detail from what she was wearing, to what was said when they met, but I had trouble paying attention to anything other than how perfect that moment was. Just moments before, I’d been frustrated and miserable and feeling completely out of sorts with him gone and the next, he was standing there in my kitchen filling up the space with his effervescent personality and the light that seemed to shine from within him. I wasn’t sure how I’d made it through the first thirty-seven years of my life without him. My world had changed the minute I met Oliver Hughes and I didn’t want it to ever go back to what it was before.
“And her shoes were encrusted with thousands of tiny diamonds, can you believe…”
“I love you,” I said breathlessly.
Oliver’s head whipped around and the flowers he’d been holding dropped to the floor. “What did you say?” he whispered.
I stared straight into his eyes as I answered in a clearer voice that time. “I said, I love you.”
His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and his eyes filled with tears and I felt sure that I’d ruined everything. But then he raced forward and threw himself into my arms. I caught him, falling back into the counter and held him as he wrapped his legs around my waist. His hands came up to cradle my face.
“I love you too, Samuel. I love you more than I ever thought I could love someone.” My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest as he began peppering my face with kisses. I chased his mouth and finally captured his lips with my own.
I carried him into the bedroom and set his feet down on the floor. We took our time removing each other’s clothes, kissing each new area of skin as it was revealed to us. As soon as I was naked, I dropped to my knees and I stared up at him as I worked the button through the hole in his pants. His head was tilted downward, and my heart threatened to burst as I saw all of the love and adoration I felt for him reflected back at me. Running his fingers along my jaw, he cupped my chin and lifted it as he bent down to give me a tender kiss.
My fingers curled over the waistband of his pants and began sliding them slowly down his lean legs. He braced a hand on my shoulder as he pulled one leg free then the other, slipping off his heels along the way. I leaned back so I could admire the view, blinking to clear my vision as it grew hazy with lust. Kiss-swollen lips, creamy supple skin, long smooth legs, and the sexiest lacy, purple thong I’d ever seen in my life.
“Holy fuck,” I breathed. Oliver was everything; sweet and sassy, saint and sinner all mixed into one unbelievably erotic package.
I felt almost frantic in my need for him and my hands began to shake. I wanted to slam my mouth onto his and drink from his lips. I wanted to run my hands over all that silky skin and feel him responding to my touch. I wanted to strip him down and swallow him whole, driving him out of his mind until I owned each and every one of his whimpers. But it had taken me years to get here, and as much as I wanted all those things, I wanted to take my time more. I wanted to slowly worship every single delectable inch of him.
I leaned forward and ran my nose up the crease of his thigh, breathing in his clean, musky, perfectly unique scent. I heard his breath catch above me and then his hands landed on either side of my head. I nuzzled my cheek back and forth over his lace-covered cock, the stubble along my jaw making a scratchy sound against the fabric.
His legs started to shake, so I told him to sit down then I pressed the palm of my hand to his flat belly until he was lying back on the mattress. Lifting his leg, I gently kissed the arch of his foot and licked over one perfectly manicured toe. Oliver squirmed on the bed, but he didn’t try and stop me, so I did the same to the other foot before licking a wet path up his leg. I stopped long enough to show special attention to the delicate skin at the back of his knee, kissing over it and nibbling it with my teeth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Oliver’s hand slip beneath his panties.
“Uh-uh. That’s all mine,” I scolded.
“Then you better touch it soon because I’m about to fucking lose my mind,” he ground out through clenched teeth.
