Page 99 of Holiday Hopefuls
Every ounce of blue vanishes, his beautiful eyes eclipsed by midnight. “I’m all yours, Callie. Only yours. Take every part of me.”
Holding his gaze, I push his pants to the ground, thanking my downstairs self for getting me this far. I don’t think I could even locate his zipper otherwise, with how fast my head is spinning. A bold moment makes me ghost my hands up Oliver’s toned thighs, sinking into the waistband of his briefs. One sharp intake of breath from him and I’m sliding them down.
He bobs free as they join his pants pooled around his ankles. Oliver’s hand presses down on my shoulder as he steps out of each leg.
Biting my lip, I smirk up at him. “You, uh, should lose your shirt, too. Makes for better research.”
“Help me, then,” he croaks.
My fingertips grab at the hem of his undershirt as I rise. In one swift movement, Oliver stands before me completely bare. Dragging a finger down his chiseled chest, I murmur, “You’re beautiful.”
Oliver hooks a finger under my chin, bringing my eyes to his. “You’rebeautiful, Calloway.”
Unable to help myself, I grin. “I’m not even naked yet.”
“Then I say we fix that.”
The only answer I can conjure is to shimmy down my jeans in about the most unattractive manner possible. But if the heatraging in my lower belly is any indication, they were about to spontaneously combust, anyway.
Oliver gives a low chuckle as he leans in to kiss me. Without breaking the connection, his strong fingers dance down my ribcage, his tongue swiping along the seam of our lips. Grabbing my sweater and pulling it over my head, Oliver traces the goosebumps rising across my exposed skin. “Looks like I’ll need to help you warm up,” he whispers into my neck. As he peppers kisses down the column of my throat, my fingers knot themselves into his hair while he reaches around and unclasps my bra.
I disentangle myself from him long enough to drop it on the floor unceremoniously, before snaking my arms back around his neck.
Oliver guides us back toward the bed. “You can always say no, Callie,” he pants. His large hands rub up and down my sides, holding me together.
“Do I look like I’m saying no?” Lifting a brow, I reach between us, taking him in my hand and beginning to pump.
Oliver sucks in a breath, pushing himself deeper into my grip. “I need to get something, if we’re really doing this,” he chokes out.
“I’ll warm up the bed,” I grin, releasing him. He nods, making quick work of locating his toiletry bag while I slip between the covers. The cotton rubs against my sensitive skin, which nearly weeps when Oliver makes his way back to the bed, foil packet in hand.
Tossing it on the nightstand, the man takes his sweet time joining me.
“Dammit, Oliver,” I groan, “are you trying to kill me?”
He has the audacity to smirk. “Death by sex? Probably not the worst way to go.” Oliver climbs in beside me, pulling me up so that I’m sitting between his legs, my back to his chest.Gathering my hair, Oliver pulls it all over to one side and presses kisses along my bare shoulder.
“I don’t know who you think you’re sleeping with, but I am definitely not employed by the Cirque de Soleil cast.” I press my hands onto his thighs to emphasize my point. “I can’t reach you from here.”
Oliver nips at my ear. “That’s the point,” he says, his warm breath sending heat radiating throughout my entire body. His hands rise to my peaked nipples, taking one in each hand and working them with expert precision. “I want to take care of you.”
A moan slips out as I push my breasts further into his firm grip. The ache between my thighs grows more uncomfortable with each passing moment, causing me to squirm. My nails bite perfect crescents into his flesh.
“What do you need, Callie?” Oliver’s low voice rumbles through his chest, the vibrations only making my desire more potent. “Tell me.”
“You,” I mewl while he continues his exquisite assault.
He grins into the nape of my neck. “Where, Callie? You have to show me.” While one hand continues teasing me, the other finds my own.
Taking his hand in mine, I guide it to my center.
Scraping his thumb along the lace of my panties, he hums in appreciation. “I hope you’re not too fond of these,” he says, releasing my other nipple. Hooking his thumbs into the front of my underwear, Oliver rips them open so that they lay flat beneath me.
Looking back at him with a playful glare, I jut out my lower lip. “Those were my favorite ones.”
Dipping his chin, Oliver pins me in place. “I’ll buy you more. In every color, if that’s what you want. So long as I can do this,” he smirks. Spreading my legs with his own, Oliver presses a finger right where I need him most.
My hand flies behind my head, holding onto his neck as he touches me. Circles me. Claims me like a man obsessed.
