Page 89 of A Witch in Notting Hill

“My god,” I said, and he murmured in agreement. With every slow circle of his tongue, I felt myself careening closer to the edge. Hurtling toward a cliff with no way of slowing down. Not that I even wanted to.

At the exact moment I opened my mouth to tell him I was close, he was one step ahead of me. “Let go,” he said against me, hoarse and needy. Exactly what I needed to hear to do exactly that. “Come for me, Willow.”

Stars exploded in my eyes as my orgasm crashed over me, prolonged by the way he moaned against me. Like he was feeling my pleasure just as much as I was.

Before I could even come back to earth, we were face-to-face, breathing heavily and kissing desperately, and I was blindly reaching for his briefs, pulling them away and finally holding him in my hands. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as I began to stroke him, relishing how he felt. Warm, heavy, hard.

“I want you inside of me,” I whispered. Something about being with him like this made me bold. Made it easy to speak my mind. Tell him exactly what I wanted and trust he wanted it, too. Without my having to ask, he found a condom in his wallet in the back pocket of his pants and rolled it on. If there was anything more erotic than actually touching him, it was watching him touch himself.

His chest heaved with every labored breath, and his big hands stroked his cock in a slow rhythm as he traced my lower lip with his thumb. When he slipped it inside and I sucked on it, whatever last shred of restraint he was holding on to snapped.

And Oliver Hadley unchecked was its own kind of magic.

He scooped me off the bed and into his arms, sitting on the edge with me on his lap. Even with our foreheads touching, I could see his eyes were wild.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said against my lips.

“So have I,” I confessed. I kissed the hinge of his jaw, inhaling the warm scent of his cologne in the space behind his ear. Masculine. Spicy. Intoxicating.

I braced my hands on his broad shoulders, and with one arm around my back and the other hand holding me tightly by the hip, he lowered me onto him.

“Oh my god,” I breathed, letting my head roll back on my shoulders. He kissed the base of my throat, grabbing my hair at the nape of my neck and pushing deeper into me. I beganto rock, grinding against him faster and harder with every expletive mumbled through his clenched teeth.

“Willow,” he groaned, “fuck.” In one quick motion, he stood up and flipped me over, laying me back on the bed. I understood without him having to say anything. He needed to be the one in control.

I wrapped my arms around him and studied the way the muscles in his shoulders moved under my hands, the coldness of his chain against my chest, the dimples in his lower back, the way his rib cage expanded with every breath. The moans coming from my mouth were desperate, loud, passionate in a way I didn’t even know I was capable.

In all my life, I don’t think I’d ever wanted anyone this much.

“God, you feel so good,” he said, grabbing my hip to give himself more leverage. I watched the space where our bodies met, where he pulsed in and out of me, where my clit rubbed against him so perfectly I was sure I’d come again before he did.

“Yes,” I said. “Just like that.” I was so wet I could feel myself dripping. “Right there.”

“God damn it,” he grunted. “Willow, I’m going to come with you.” His movements were erratic, his voice rough. “I can’t—”

“Oliver,” I said against the shell of his ear, “please.”

The sound that came out of his mouth and the last few hard thrusts were exactly what put me over the edge, the two of us tumbling together down an elusive rabbit hole I hadn’t believed actually existed. Divine timing. Our mutual unraveling. The pulsing in and around each other that I wanted to last forever.

“That was—”

“I know.”

When we finally untangled from each other to share a knowing smile, the only other thing I knew for certain was that nothing this good could last forever. I’d only hoped it could have at least lasted longer than the night.

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