All right, he’d be taking care of more business than me, but still. I didn’t intend to be a newbie for long. I learned fast.
I hid a yawn behind my hand as we headed out. Maybe I should’ve had another cup of coffee.
“You partied all night,” Oliver said, sliding me a sidelong look as we hit the sidewalk to return to our hotel. “Car this time?”
“No. It’s beautiful out.” I slipped my arm through his and tipped my head against his shoulder. “We should move here.”
“Should we now?” His response was laced with amusement, and I didn’t even get annoyed.
I was so warm and loose and relaxed. It was possible I’d never been this relaxed ever before in my life.
Scratch that. I knew I’d never felt this good.
“You indulged every one of my whims tonight,” I said softly, swallowing again and again to make the sudden lump in my throat disappear. “No matter how crazy. Even Celine.”
“We had fun.”
“Really? You honestly enjoyed yourself with me?”
He glanced down at me, regarding me so intently that my whole body flushed. I mean, obviously, I couldn’t check to verify that, but his expression spread heat through me from head to toe.
“Very mu
ch,” he replied equally softly.
“So, does this mean you don’t actually hate me?”
“I never hated you.” His answer came so quickly that I took it at face value. “Can you say the same?”
Pursing my lips, I squinted at the lights from passing cars as I sifted through my memories. “Um, no.”
His laughter was rich and intimate. “Somehow I knew you’d say that.”
“You’re so infuriatingly smug. And you sleep with everyone, and think you’re God’s gift to the world.”
“I can assure you I do not. And I haven’t been with everyone.” He paused, holding my gaze while my heartbeat thundered out of control. “I haven’t been with you.”
“Some think oral sex is still sex,” I whispered, failing miserably at my attempt at a jaunty tone.
“Don’t Clintonize me right now. If oral sex counts, it’s only if it’s mutual.”
I cleared my throat. “I believe I expressed some interest in that earlier.”
“I believe so. You have an interest in a great many things.” He rubbed his thumb over my hand on his arm. “You’ll have to share them with me sometime.”
“Busy tonight?”
He didn’t laugh. “As it turns out, I’m all yours.”
Oh boy. I could hear my virginity shrieking as it went down in flames.
I’d definitely need a picture as evidence for my memory journal. Not just of our lovemaking nest. Of the hotel and the street outside and everything else I’d neglected taking photos of in my quest to just…live.
“We’re here.”
I turned my head and widened my eyes. We were standing in front of the circular driveway to our hotel.
“Did we run here?” I asked. Maybe that explained why I was out of breath.