Page 46 of Burning Embers
The heat from his body leaves me, and I peek over my shoulder to see him searching his drawer. He pulls out a condom, and then all I can hear is the sound of our breathing along with the ripping of the foil packet before he sheathes himself.
“Now, where was I?” he whispers, kissing me between my shoulder blades.
My breathing increases in anticipation when he lifts my leg, his fingers finding me wet and ready. I need the bathroom—my bladder heavy—but somehow, the sensation is heightened. I’m too turned on to stop, so I wait as he adjusts us and slides into me from behind.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
He stills. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, genuine concern in his voice.
“No, it’s good, don’t stop.”
And he doesn’t until he has me climaxing and screaming his name.
I wake to the sound of a dog barking and stretch with a blissful sigh. Before I open my eyes, I already know Olly isn’t next to me; I can’t feel his body heat. I pull the cover over my chest as I sit up and look to the clock on the bedside table. It’s almost nine am. I reach for my t-shirt on the floor, then slip it on before grabbing my bag slipping into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
I comb through my hair with my fingers as I stare at my reflection. My lips are swollen from his kisses, my body aches, and warmth pools between my legs as I have a flashback of him waking me with his face between my legs.
He fucked me with his tongue until I was screaming out his name. And when he climbed back up the length of my body, as it quaked from the aftermath of my orgasm, he grinned at me wickedly. I couldn’t hold back—I pulled his mouth to mine for a searing kiss. And as much as I would love to have repaid the favour, my body was well and truly spent. I pulled his head to my chest, my fingers working through his scalp as I drifted off into a euphoric sleep. I can’t remember the last time I slept so well.
I tie my hair in a knot on the top of my head and take it upon myself to hop in the shower. Using his body wash, I make quick work of it. When I finally pull myself away from the hot spray, I dress quickly, forgoing make-up.
Padding downstairs, I hear him talking, and when I walk into the kitchen, he is standing there, his back to me while he talks on the phone.
“Love you, too,” he says, and my heart lurches into my throat, my ears ringing.
He turns to me and smiles, but it drops when he sees my expression. “Sorry Mum, I need to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He hangs up, and I almost want to sink to the floor and put my head between my legs to work on my breathing.His mum.
“Are you okay?”
I nod, and then I shake my head. “I’m sorry, I heard you sayingI love you,and I jumped to conclusions.” I cover my face, my skin hot against my palms.
He tugs them away and crouches a little, so we are eye level. “I’m sure that would have been a little confusing to hear,” he says, laughing. I chew the inside of my cheek—what kind of person does that make me? “Just so you know, I wouldn’t do that. Not ever.”
“Olly, you don’t owe me any explanations,” I say, wanting to wipe away the last couple of minutes.
“No, I don’t, but Idowant to make it abundantly clear that I’m not seeing other people.”
I exhale. “Good to know.”
“Now, how about I make you some breakfast?”
I pull back to look at him. “You cook?”
“Amongst other things,” he says, his eyes roaming the length of my body. I can’t help but laugh as he pulls me into him, kissing me softly. “Omelette?”
“Yes, please.”
He flicks the kettle on and begins moving around the kitchen as I slide on a kitchen stool. I watch him pad around barefoot, and can’t help but appreciate a half-naked Olly in only his jeans.
He peeks over his shoulder. “Are you perving on me?”
I cough and sit up straight. “Of course not.” He turns back to the pan. “I was ogling, if you must know.”
His shoulders move up and down, then he turns to me, pointing the spatula in my direction. “You are trouble with a capital T.”
“What can I say? You make me want to be bad.”
