head. “How?”
I smile thinly and roll my eyes as I hold a finger out, and then make it droop.
Oliver chuckles. “Well, shit.”
“It works well for me, and he goes off to ‘prove his manhood’ or that it’s my fault by trying to screw anything else with a pair of tits. I’m more than fine with it.” I shrug. “Truth is, I don’t even know if it’s about trying to screw me. I think he just likes the power over me. He likes parading me around as ‘his,’ since he ‘took me’ from my dad, the old crime king of our shithole town.”
“But you’re not his,” Oliver growls.
I shake my head.
“Not married, no boyfriend.”
I swallow, shaking my head.
“And what if I were to say you were someone’s?”
I frown. “What?”
But then I gasp as Oliver moves right into me, and his hands slide all the way around me until one is holding the small of my back and the other pushes lower to grab my ass possessively.
“If I were to say you were mine,” he growls lowly, his eyes blazing blue fire into mine.
“What makes you think I am?” I whisper.
He doesn’t answer, he just crushes his perfect lips to mine, and I sink into him. I moan deeply, clutching at his hoodie and eagerly finding his tongue with mine. He groans into my mouth, and I whimper right back, my hips rocking into his. He pushes me back against the tree, and I moan eagerly as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him hard against me. But then, he slowly pulls away, leaving me panting and aching for more with my eyes still closed.
“That,” he purrs.
I open my eyes and immediately shiver at the ferociously hungry look in his eyes.
“That makes me know you’re mine.”
Time freezes for one half second while we just stand there staring into each other’s eyes, lips barely an inch apart. And then, the universe hits the play button, and suddenly we’re crashing together.
I moan as his lips taste mine, his tongue delving between them. His rock-hard body clenches tight against me, his hands sliding all over me at once until it feels like three of him touching me at once. My hands grip his hoodie and start to shove it up his torso, and he groans into my mouth. A hand slides up into my hair, gripping it in a fist as I moan eagerly into his mouth. I’m kissing him so hard it feels like I’m going to bruise my lips, but I don’t even care.
Wanting him is primal and doing this again comes as naturally and as certain as the fucking sun rising tomorrow morning.
I shove his hoodie up, and then his t-shirt—my hands sliding under them both to feel his bare, hot skin. His abs flex under my fingertips, and his own hands yank at my leather jacket, pushing it off my shoulders. I push him away and take my hands from his body just enough to shove the jacket off, and he does the same to his. But then we’re crashing right back together like two forces of nature slamming together.
He pushes my long-sleeved t-shirt up—up over my bra before he tugs it off of me completely. My hair comes loose and tumbles down around my face, and Oliver growls as he cups my chin and kisses me hungrily. His hands unsnap my bra, and I shrug to let it slip from my arms. My fingers slide under his shirt again, and this time, he pulls back and yanks both his shirt and hoodie off before he embraces me again.
My bare skin on his has me gasping, and when my hard, aching nipples drag over his muscled, tattooed chest, I moan into his lips. His fingers work the button of my jeans, and mine do the same to his.
Like I said, this is primal.
This is two forces of nature.
This is a hurricane and a typhoon crashing together.
Oliver gets my jeans undone first, and I gasp as he suddenly pulls back, spins me around, and pushes me up against the tree. The roughness makes my pulse skip and my body ache for him. I feel him yank his jeans open and then moan as he shoves mine along with my panties down to my knees. He presses against me, and I moan again at the feel of his huge, hot, throbbing and thick cock pulsing against my bare ass under the moonlight.
“There’s something you should know about me,” he growls