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“And?” she whispered, observing him closely.
He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “And reality beats the hell out of my imagination. I want you, Aria. I’ve always wanted you. I don’t want to go back.” He didn’t. He’d ignore his head and follow his heart.
She trembled. “Promise me something, Oscar.”
“Anything.” Jesus, he hated to see her like this.
With a resolute set to her jaw, she held his gaze. “No more secrets between us. And no more distance.”
Chapter12
OSCAR
No more secrets. No more distance.
The breath caught in Oscar’s throat. As sharp as the tip of a blade, Aria’s plea sliced through him and pierced his heart. The solemn earnestness in her tone brought tears to his eyes. But that wasn’t all he felt. Her words had triggered another sensation—an unwelcome one. A chill spider-crawled down his spine at her mention of distance. Distance had been the way he’d been able to cope with his guilt and pain. Selling the Telluride house and putting miles between himself and whatever vexed him—this was how he’d managed. It had become his modus operandi. But he could change that, couldn’t he?
He focused on the person he’d loved since he was a boy. He drew comfort from her sparkling eyes and a face he knew as well as his own. He trailed his fingertips from her shoulder to the curve of her hip. He leaned in and brushed his lips across hers in a whisper-soft caress. “No more secrets. No more distance.” He said the words, praying that reciting them would give him the strength to render them truthful.
She smiled against his lips. “Good, because I love you, Oscar Abrams Elliott, and I want every part of you.”
There was only one way for him to answer.
Erasing the space between them, he devoured her softness with a kiss fueled by a desperate yearning. His need for her had become a constant craving that had festered relentlessly over the last four years. He gathered her into his arms, giving in to wanton desire. Her full breasts pressed against his chest as her soft curves met his hard, muscled frame. Each point of contact sent a zing of electricity through him. But he needed more. He guided her onto her back and covered her body with his. Opening like a flower, she parted her legs. He settled between her thighs. Rock hard, his body knew what it wanted. He could feel her, warm and wet, against the tip of his cock. Her excitement heightened his need to consume her, own her, ravage her body until his mind emptied and only two thoughts remained.
Number one: this woman loved him fiercely.
And number two: from this point on, he would be the man tasked with making her body sing.
He lifted his torso and put his weight on his knees. Hovering above her, he gripped his hard length and pumped his cock in three blissfully furious strokes. Aria moaned a decadently dirty sound as she gazed down at him. Christ, he loved having her eyes on him. He’d never been this hard, this ravenous, this driven. He released his cock, then slipped his hand between her thighs. Cupping her most sensitive place, he massaged her sweet bud and worked her in devilishly slow circles.
“Oscar, yes, oh, yes,” she said against his mouth between decadent kisses.
Arching her back, she rode his hand, grinding against his palm. The bed creaked as he dialed up his speed, and she kept pace. He could feel her tightening, feel the pressure building inside her. She gripped his forearms and anchored herself to his body.
“Take it. Take everything,” he growled above the thump of the headboard, striking the wall. Drunk on her arousal and desperate to launch her body into a sexual abyss, the old bed’s squeaks and scrapes faded into the background.
“Oscar, don’t stop,” she begged.
He could barely contain himself. His cock wept as she writhed beneath him. Lips partly open. Eyes closed. Her chest heaving. Her hips pumping. Unabashedly, she embraced her release and was utterly glorious. He could watch her fly over the edge all day. With one last feathery sigh, her breathing evened out, and her sated body relaxed. She blinked open her eyes, and his cock twitched. Her body might be loose and limber, but she clearly wanted more. The lusty gleam in her eyes proved it.
Releasing her hold on his forearms, she took him in her hand. “I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered into the sliver of space that separated her mouth from his.
In response, he’d trembled. Why did he tremble?
She paused. “Are you okay? I’m on the pill, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“That’s good to know, but . . .” He trailed off. Christ, what was wrong with him?
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she coaxed, stroking his cheek.
He was thinking that he’d never experienced this level of vulnerability. But it wasn’t weakness or fear. It was the newness of it and the revelation that he’d never laid his soul bare to another woman.
He owed her an explanation. “I told you that I’d fantasized about this moment.”
She nodded.
“You see every part of me—even the shit I try to hide. I don’t think my body quite realizes that everything I’ve been dreaming of is about to come true. You’re here with me, and you’re mine.”
