Undeniable (Cloverleigh Farms #2)(39)

“How come? Too dark?”

“No.”

“Too hot?”

“No.”

“Too cold?”

“No.”

“Then what is it? There must be something keeping you awake.”

Out of patience, I sat up. “I changed my mind.”

“Oh? About what?”

“About tonight.” I leaned toward him and whispered coyly, “You can lay a finger on me.”

“Nah, I better not.” He still hadn’t even opened his eyes.

Indignant, I straightened up. “What? Why not?”

“Because you were right. If I’m really going to prove myself and earn your trust, I need to keep my promises.”

I sat there open-mouthed, trying to decide if I was impressed or offended.

“Plus, I’m sort of scared of your complicated vagina,” he went on, a smile creeping onto his face. “I’ve never seen one of those before. I might not know what to do with it.”

“Forget it,” I snapped, flopping onto my side, facing away from him again. “Goodnight.”

It wasn’t even three seconds later that I felt his body pressing up behind mine and his hand sliding up my thigh. “I’m only fucking with you,” he whispered, his lips against my ear. “I know exactly what to do with it.”

“Get off me,” I told him. “I don’t want to play your little cat and mouse games.”

“Come on, you love the games. You started this one.”

“All you do is aggravate me.”

“I know,” he said, slipping his hand between my legs. “And right now I want to aggravate you so hard.”

“I’m not in the mood.”

“Liar.” His fingers had edged past my underwear and easily slid inside me.

The hard length of his erection pressed at my tailbone, and I arched back against him. He buried his face in my neck, kissing my throat as his fingers worked magic between my legs. “I wish I didn’t want you this way,” I whispered. “You’re nothing but trouble.”

“You love trouble,” he reminded me.

I rolled onto my back and slid a hand inside his shorts, sheathing his hot, hard cock with my fist. “Fuck you.”

In an instant his mouth was on mine as he thrust through my fingers and I moved my hips against his hand. We were greedy and impatient, as if we wanted to make up for lost time. Barely breaking the kiss, we yanked at shorts and underwear and tugged off shirts, our skin growing sweaty, our breathing labored. In no time at all, he was poised above me, my legs wrapped around him.

“Is it okay?” he asked, teasing me with the tip of his cock.

“It’s okay,” I panted, my body unwilling to wait for my mind to stop and think this through.

Then he was easing inside, and I didn’t care about anything but how good it felt to have Oliver moving over me, filling me up, rocking into my body harder and deeper every time. I raked my nails down his back and grabbed his ass, pulling him tighter against me. I moaned and sighed and cursed, hating myself for wanting him so badly, for letting him do this to me again, for knowing exactly how to make me come.

But I loved him for it too—loved the way he liked it a little rough, loved it when he got to his knees and yanked my hips onto his thighs, loved it when he rubbed his thumb over my clit while he drove his cock into me again and again and again. He groaned and growled and swore through clenched teeth. He told me he was going to come, and at the last second, he grabbed me beneath the arms and pulled me onto his lap, bringing me with him over the edge as I rode out the orgasm on his thick, throbbing cock.

“Jesus,” I gasped, clinging to Oliver just to stay upright.

“That wasn’t complicated at all.” He was out of breath too.

“No,” I agreed. “It wasn’t. But we’ve complicated our business relationship significantly.”

“We made it better, I’d say.”

I leaned back to look him in the eyes, my arms still looped around his neck. “What are we going to do?”

“About what?”

“About us.” Sighing, I took in his messy hair and handsome face, complete with the tiny scar on his chin he’d gotten when we jumped off the barn roof. “I’m scared we’re going to ruin everything.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s what we do. That’s the pattern, Oliver! We get close to something good, and then we blow it up. We rush it. I’m not blaming you entirely, I do it too.”

“We’re not doing that now,” he insisted. “We were too young before. I wasn’t ready.” He tipped his forehead to mine. “But I feel something for you. No matter how much time passes, or how long I go without seeing you, it never goes away. The moment I’m with you again, it hits me”—he put a hand on his bare chest—“right here.”

A strange fear was threatening to choke me. “Oliver. No.”

“Feel this.” He grabbed my hand and put it over his heart, which I felt thumping hard and fast beneath my palm.

My throat constricted. “That’s from the sex.”

“That’s from you.”

“And what’s so different this time, huh?” I pulled my hand away. “How do I know this isn’t another Chicago, where everything seems real and perfect, but by the time the sun comes up, you’ve changed your mind? I know you.”