“I thought you were full,” Oliver teased, holding the box out of her grasp.
She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. “I just want a little taste. Please?”
“Well, since you said please…” Oliver dipped his finger in the dessert and offered it to her. She grasped his hand with her own, holding it steady as she drew it into her mouth and sucked every bit from his skin. When it was long gone, she continued to suck at him in a suggestive way that made him groan her name aloud with a hint of desperation in his voice.
“Okay. That’s enough tiramisu for now,” she said, finally releasing her hold on him. “I’m ready for the rest of my dessert.”
“Very well,” he said, tossing the carton to the far side of the bed. He lay down beside her. “Come here.”
Gripping her waist, he pulled Lucy into his lap. She straddled him, feeling unexpectedly powerful as he looked up at her with a light of appreciation in his eyes. Lucy had never thought of herself as particularly pretty or having a good body—average at best—but Oliver looked at her like she was his fantasy come to life. It made her feel like maybe that could be true.
He brought his hand up to her face. His fingertips traced the curve of her cheek, then trailed across her swollen bottom lip. “You are so beautiful. I never want to close my eyes when you’re near me.”
How did this amazing man come into her life? Things had been so surreal since Alice died. The estate, the future…that was hard enough to believe. But Oliver—being with a man like him was beyond her wildest imagination. He was handsome, smart and successful. He was everything she’d dreamt of but never believed she would have. And yet here she was, straddling his bare hips and feeling his desire for her pressing against her thigh.
She sheathed him with a nearby condom, and shifting her weight, Lucy captured Oliver’s firm heat and eased him inside of her. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as her body expanded and enveloped him. His palms cupped her hips and held her still. They both took a moment to savor the sensation of their bodies joining. Then at last, she moved her hips forward and back again, settling into a slow, steady rhythm.
They’d come a long way since that first day at the attorney’s offices. It was hard to believe it had only been a few weeks since they’d met for the first time. Now she could hardly imagine her life without him. Just the thought was enough to make her chest ache in a way she could hardly describe. She’d never felt anything like that before. Lucy had spent more than one night lying in bed beside him, wondering what it could mean.
But now as she looked down at Oliver, she knew the truth of it—she was in love with him.
Did that mean she was making love to him for the first time? The realization intensified the sensations already building inside of her. She’d had a few partners in her life, but nothing she would call serious. Nothing that created the kind of emotional bond to the other person the way this did. This knowledge changed everything and she could feel it down to her core.
The pleasure started rippling through her, radiating from deep inside. She could feel her muscles tighten around him as her body tensed and prepared for her much-needed release.
“Yes,” Oliver coaxed, his fingertips pressing into the flesh of her hips. “Give in to it.”
It was a demand she couldn’t help but follow. Her orgasm exploded through her like a shockwave. She gasped and cried out to the ceiling as the sensations pulsated through her like never before. Even as the pleasure filled her, it was the warmth in her chest that truly gripped her. That feeling of peace and happiness being here with Oliver seemed to envelop her. She bit her lip and savored it, even as Oliver’s hoarse groans began to mingle with her panting breaths.
She collapsed beside him in exhaustion and contentment. After a moment, Oliver gave her a soft kiss. “I’m going to go get a drink from the kitchen. Do you want anything?”
Lucy shook her head. She had everything she wanted in this moment. It couldn’t be more perfect. As she watched Oliver and his perfectly round tush saunter out of the bedroom, all she could think of, all she could feel, was this overwhelming sense of love. She loved him. Really, truly.
She hoped that wasn’t a huge mistake.
CHAPTER TEN
“I don’t understand why we’re back in Connecticut looking at apartments,” Harper complained.
“I’m too old to live in a dorm or a sorority house,” Lucy explained. “If I’m going back to school, I’m getting my own place near campus.”
It was a cool, crisp day in New Haven. Summer had lingered longer than expected this year and the first signs of fall were finally arriving even though it was late September. Soon it would be time for changing leaves, oversize sweaters and boots. And when she started in the spring term this January, she would’ve moved on to heavy coats, hats, scarves and gloves.