Exposed by Fate (Serve #2)(50)

“Oliver. Jesus, enough. Stop. I can’t…I need you inside me.”

Inside her. I can be inside her. He took one final lick and laid a kiss on top of her clit. There wasn’t an ounce of finesse left inside him as he climbed over her glistening body and shoved her thighs wide. He buried the full length of his cock inside her with one rough thrust, swallowing her scream with his mouth. “Shhh,” he breathed against her parted lips. “Remember this. Remember how it feels.” His chest shuddered as he withdrew and sunk into her heat once again. “Put your hands all over me, Eliza. I want to feel them when you’re gone.”

When her palms stroked down his back, ran over his ass and traced back up to bury themselves in his hair, he made a choked noise. It felt so good to be touched. By her. Is this why he’d been restraining women so long? Had he been saving himself for her hands? Yes. Thank God there was some part of him that hadn’t been given away.

He wrapped his fingers around the headboard above her head and rolled his hips, driving into her in rhythmic waves. When her eyes grew unfocused, he pressed their foreheads together and willed her to focus on him. She did. The connection he felt to her as he stared into her eyes made him feel raw, exposed. Right where he wanted to be with her.

“I’m going to miss your eyes,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her eyelids. “I’m going to miss this mouth, this nose…this heart.” Feeling moisture in his eyes and not giving a shit, he laid his lips over the left side of her chest and breathed in the scent of her skin. “I’m going to miss your hands and how they feel in mine. Your laugh. I’ll really f*cking miss that.” His climax was an inevitability, looming over him, ready to take him away from her. She’d begun to spasm around him, her thighs clenching around his waist. It didn’t feel like it usually did. Like a mere promise of relief. It felt like parts of him would be swept away when it happened and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Tears rolled down Eliza’s temples, landing on his pillow. “You’ll still see me, Oliver.”

“It won’t be the same.” His body didn’t care about the anguish careening through him. Only knew being inside Eliza was the feeling it craved.

She gasped as he picked up his pace, thrusting into her relentlessly. Her hands flew up and curled around his on the headboard. “We agreed, Oliver.” Her toes dug into the muscles of his lower back as she moaned. “Three lessons. No mess. Those were the rules.”

“Don’t talk to me about rules when I feel like I’m dying,” he growled. “Fuck the rules. I want it all. I want all of you.”

The headboard rapped against the wall, punctuating her cries as she came apart beneath him. The sight of her shaking, the feel of her, made it impossible to hold back any longer. He crashed into her with a shout and came with such intensity, his vision wavered. Wanting to wring every last ounce of her and capture it with his memory, he brought their lips together and kissed her as they came down from a high he knew he’d never accomplish again.





Chapter Twenty-One


Eliza laid beneath Oliver, replete of energy or ambition to ever move again. Her body had been satisfied by his before, an understatement if she’d ever heard one, but this time more than her sexual needs had been met. It made no sense, this glowing beacon trying to shine its way out of her chest. They’d been skin to skin. He’d looked her in the eye and something had transferred between them. Something irrevocable, but she had no idea what. It seemed like the world might end if she never found out, though. I want all of you. His words echoed like they’d been shouted inside a cave.

Did she dare ask him what he’d meant? He’d been in the throes of climax. She shouldn’t hold him to the words, shouldn’t even bring them up. But in minutes she’d be walking out the door and never knowing would haunt her forever.

“Oliver.” She ran her fingers down his sweat-slicked back. “What did you mean? You feel like you’re dying…that you want it all—”

“Are you trying to make this harder for me?” He lifted his head and pinned her with a tortured gaze. “You told me you wanted to get this over with. Now it is.”

She’d never seen him in so much pain, and it felt as if her throat were closing up. Had she misjudged him? This entire situation? Would he be this upset if it were simply his pride being hurt? It seemed like so much more. Nothing could be worse than seeing him like this. Not even the unimaginable pain that would come with his rejection. Eliza gathered her courage. “What if I don’t want it to be over?”

He went still on top of her, but she couldn’t read his expression. He looked afraid to move. His voice finally crashed over her in a jagged rush. “Do you mean it? Do you—”

A loud knock on the door.

Neither one of them moved.

“Are you going to get that?”

He braced his elbows on either side of her, as if he wanted to cage her in. “No f*cking way. Talk to me, babe. Tell me—”

“Oliver,” a voice yelled through the door. “It’s Caroline. You have two minutes to open up or I use my spare key.”

Eliza pushed at Oliver’s chest and scrambled out from underneath him. Oh my God, oh my God. No way was her best friend walking in here and finding her naked underneath her brother. She would never recover from it. Their friendship would never recover from it.