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My skin seemed to sizzle under his touch. I climbed onto his lap, extending my legs behind him.
He fumbled with the drawer on the nightstand, then I heard him tear open the condom wrapper. Shifting me to the side, he slid the condom in place and straightened his legs behind me. I dipped my head to trace the shell of his ear with my tongue.
His hands cupped my ass, and he lifted me up. Then I was sliding down onto his cock. I tightened my grip on his shoulders, leaning against him as he pushed up and into me. A feeling of fullness swept through me, and I pushed my breasts against his chest, trying to find the rhythm of his thrusts. It was primal, this need for him to take me. I let my head fall back, and he ran his tongue up my neck.
Heat pooled in my core. He reached behind me and wrapped his hands in my hair, tugging, tilting my head so he could nip at my neck. His teeth grazed my skin, his tongue like a flame, licking and spreading heat wherever it touched me.
I pulled my legs under me and pushed him back, careful not to lose the way he’d seated himself deep inside me. Rising to my knees, I grabbed hold of the headboard and lowered myself onto him. His hands gripped my hips, but I didn’t let him set the pace. I was in total control, rising, clenching, falling. Over and over again. Faster and faster. Until something inside me snapped. I held myself up, taut, not wanting to lose the thread of pleasure that raced through my limbs.
“Oh God, Oliver.”
He shifted his hips, and I almost cried out. Then he moved his hand, drawing out my release, touching me the way no man ever had, until I collapsed against him, wrung out from the intensity of my orgasm.
Flipping me to the side, he slipped a hand behind my knee and hitched my leg over his hip. He thrust into me, and damn if I didn’t feel the spark of another uprising. I braced my hands against the headboard and took what he gave me. Sweat beaded his upper lip, and I kissed it away. My arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer, deeper as I tightened around him.
He came undone in my arms, his whole body going taut. A groan ripped through him, and I met him at the edge then we both tumbled into a joint release.
Time passed with him collapsed against me. Until he broke the spell.
“Shit. Was I too rough? I’m so sorry.”
“Shh.” I silenced him with a kiss.
His hands pushed the hair back from my face then cupped my cheeks. “I love you, Trinity.”
I looked away and let out a laugh. “No offense, but don’t confuse love with lust. I think it’s more like your dick loves me.”
Strong hands turned my face, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You don’t have to say it back. It’s not my cock talking, although I do love burying myself inside you.”
I tried to shift my eyes. If I didn’t look at him, maybe he wouldn’t say it again. I wasn’t ready to be the recipient of someone’s love. Not even this man. Was I?
“You don’t have to say it back.” His fingertips caressed my cheek and an unfamiliar emotion swelled up inside my chest. “But I love you, Trinity Ryan. Just thought you ought to know.”
He touched his lips to my forehead and rolled away. As he climbed off the bed to go take care of the condom, I laid there, the most fulfilled and the most confused I’d ever been in my life.
CHAPTER 30
Oliver
What was I going to do? I’d lain awake all night trying to sort out my thoughts. My heart and my head had warred all night long, chasing any chance of sleep away. Now, as the morning light began to seep through the sliver between the shades and the window, I still wasn’t any closer to figuring it out. Trinity stirred next to me. My hand rested on her bare ass. How could I let her down, this woman who’d wiggled her way into my heart?
I couldn’t.
That was the truth of it. No matter what other tantalizing offers Wyatt pulled out of his ass, I had to refuse. After the way Trinity had peeled back her armor and told me about her grandmother’s history—the way she’d sacrificed her own love to ensure the future of her family—I couldn’t take away Trinity’s ability to make it right.
I’d tell Wyatt today. Before I chickened out and changed my mind again.
Trinity snuggled closer to me. Her eyes slowly blinked open. A lazy smile spread across her mouth. I’d never get tired of waking up next to her. One more thing I’d need to commit to memory before I had to leave.
“How long have you been watching me?” she whispered into the narrow space between us.
“Not long enough.” I shifted, pulling her closer to rest her cheek on my chest. The way she nestled into me, the way her curves aligned perfectly against me, I knew I’d never find this again with someone else.
She traced her finger up and down my chest. “Is that one of your big turn ons? Watching women sleep?”
“Just you, Trinity.” My fingers smoothed over her hair.
“So you just go into creepy sleep watcher mode with me? I should feel special.”
