"No, not horrified. Surprised. And you'd been so upset about all the naked people, I didn't want to take advantage of you." He grazed his lips over mine, making me suck in a sharp breath. "You're not freaked out anymore, and I want to kiss you."
"I want that too."
And God, did I want it. His lips. On mine.Yes, please, yes.
Ollie groaned, the sound resonating with hunger, and claimed my mouth. His warm lips pressed hard against mine, demanding a response, and I couldn't resist letting him in, loving the silken glide of his tongue on mine and the way he thrust it deeper, over and over, pumping it with movements similar to how he might thrust his cock into me. The rhythm of it drove me wild with need, and my nipples hardened. I flung my arms around his neck, plunging my tongue into his mouth, moaning at the taste of him and the feel of my nipples rubbing against his firm chest.
He pinned me to the wall with his entire body, bending his head to keep our lips locked. The swollen length of him pressed into my belly.
I hooked my leg around his, all but begging him to take me right here, right now. Never in my life had I wanted a man this much, and for once, I felt no shame about wanting all the dirty things that my mind conjured up for me.
He pulled his head back, breaking the kiss, though his body stayed plastered to mine. "That's how much I want you. Get it?"
Speechless, I could do nothing more than nod once.
"Good." He backed away, the bulge in his pants like a flashing neon sign announcing how turned on he was. "The next time I see you naked, I'll be the reason you get that look on your face. I'll be the one making you come."
He hurried off down the hall and up the stairs.
The next time? I wanted that to happen right now.
But being me, I couldn't summon the courage to run after Ollie and tell him that.
Chapter Eight
Ollie
Naked Mara.Fuck me. She was beautiful and so damn desirable I wanted to jump in that jacuzzi and show her a much better way to get off. Instead, I kissed her and left. What kind of moron was I? Sure, my record with women wasn't exactly the stuff of legends---unless those legends centered on a loser who couldn't keep a girlfriend for more than six months. They all kicked me to the curb eventually, for a hotter guy who didn't wear glasses or work as a computer systems engineer.
These days, I was the assistant manager of a naturist resort. Didn't that make me cooler now? More attractive to girls?
Nope. Not one bit.
My last girlfriend, Heidi, had gone back to her ex to "give it one more try, just to be sure." I'd wanted to ask her why she'd dumped him in the first place if she wasn't sure about it. And why she'd hooked up with me before she made double sure. Christ, we hadn't even slept together, that's how brief our so-called relationship had been. I'd been the rebound guy, for probably the tenth time, the guy who cheered girls up after their dickwad exes broke their hearts. Once they felt better about themselves, they cut me loose. And how many times had I cringed while a girl gave me the heave-ho by saying I was like her gay best friend?
I guess they thought that was a compliment, but it sounded like an insult to both me and all the actual gay guys out there.
Behold the legend of the loser geek, see him on display at the Museum of Loser Geekdom. Buy your tickets today for half price.
At least I wouldn't have to see Heidi this summer. She and her friends usually vacationed here at least twice a year, but Heidi had stayed home last time and her friends said she wouldn't be with them when they arrived later this week.
I started to head for the office upstairs but stopped when I got to the second-floor landing. Why was I running away? Mara had seemed really into our kiss. I'd been so into it I had to walk bowlegged when I hustled away from her. Maybe I could still catch her.
Sure, I might be a loser in some ways, but I had total confidence in two of my skills. First, my computer creds. Second...
I vaulted down the stairs two at a time, sprinted for the exercise room, and froze in the open doorway, breathing so hard I had to slap my hands on my thighs for support.
Mara wasn't there.
Damn. Where did she go?
I waited a few seconds, until I caught my breath, then I took off down the hall and out the main door. Mara was just going into the little house, so I kicked it into high gear and barreled across the gravel driveway. Thankfully, I was still wearing shoes---and clothes, but I didn't thank anybody for the fact I was trapped in polyester---because if I'd run barefoot across the gravel, I'd have blisters the size of Texas later on.
"What's the rush, Ollie?" somebody shouted.
"Yeah," another somebody hollered, "where's the fire?"
"It's in Ollie's pants, that's where," the first voice shouted. "Guess Val's rubbing off on him."