her as the silly, selfless girl who crushed my teenage heart when she let me go.
No. She was someone else entirely now that I knew how sweet she tasted and how eagerly and desperately she kissed me back.
I lifted my head and looked down at her. Her eyes were hooded and hidden by her long lashes. Her cheeks were flushed, making her freckles and scar stand out. Her mouth was damp and glistening. Her lips were plump and tinted red with a rush of blood. With her already wild hair spread out around her head in a thoroughly unruly halo, she looked like an entirely different girl than the one I’d been unable to forget.
Ollie sucked in a breath and looked like she was going to launch into a lecture. I put a finger over her lips and lowered my head once again. I kissed the pounding pulse point on the side of her neck and let the tip of my nose drag along the soft curve of her jawline. She wasn’t the most stunning girl I’d gotten my hands on recently, but she would always be the most memorable. Unlike those other girls, this one knew me on more than a physical or intimate level. Every single part of her was imprinted somewhere inside of me, making her shine brighter and burn hotter in all my important places than anyone who had come before her.
Plus, she’d liked me a whole lot before I’d hit puberty and transformed into someone others took a second look at. She knew me inside and out before I’d had a six-pack and tattoos. She’d been charmed by me when I was the outcast and didn’t fit in anywhere. She thought I was the best when I had nothing. She’d had my back when she couldn’t watch her own, so in my eyes, she was always going to stand above even the most beautiful face that filtered in and out of my life temporarily.
In fact, I couldn’t remember what the last girl I’d been with looked like. Her face was a hazy shadow with no definition, but even after years and years apart, I could recall Ollie exactly. And now I wanted to see the expression she made when she came apart in my hands. I wanted to know all her secrets and the sounds she made when she was ready to surrender.
Ollie’s breath came in short, sharp bursts as it brushed against the fingers I had pressed to her swollen lips. I tilted my head so I could trace the prominent lines of her collarbone with my tongue. She had freckles there as well. They dotted her skin like a sexy constellation. I couldn’t remember if she’d had them there when she was younger, but I really liked them. I followed the path they left for me as the little marks disappeared into the collar of her oversized shirt. I’d nearly grabbed her and shoved her behind me when she came barreling down the hallway half-naked. Not that I was worried about Vernon getting any ideas, but the flare of pure, possessive jealousy that hit me made me irrational. It explained why I liked seeing her in my too-big sweatpants practically as much as I liked seeing her in barely anything.
I shifted my weight so I could kiss my way across her chest. I only moved my hand when I was sure she wasn’t going to tell me to stop and come up with an excuse to run. I dragged my fingertips over the curve of her breast and the tightened peak of her nipple that was super visible through the thin material of her t-shirt. Even if she could come up with words to argue why we should stop, her body told a very different story.
She was shivering every now and then, and her hold on my shirt had yet to loosen. Her legs shifted restlessly between mine, and I regretted giving her pants. If I hadn’t, there would be a lot of soft, bare skin pressed against me right now. The thought was more than enough to have everything behind the zipper on my jeans tightening and lengthening to unmistakable proportions. There was no way she could miss that kind of reaction since our most private places were pressed so closely together.
I used the tips of my fingers to toy with the tip of her other breast and watched as indecision played clearly across her face. Ollie obviously liked how I made