She nodded her head so vigorously her ponytail flopped around. "Absolutely."
I was so relieved my shoulders sagged.
Her tongue darted out again, and she looked up at me with her lips curled into the sexiest little smile I'd ever seen. "Can we get it on now?"
Chapter Nine
Mara
Ollie naked. Wow, wow,wow, he was hot. Maybe he didn't have an outrageously ripped physique all the movie stars did these days, but Ollie Jackson had more sex appeal than any of them. His chest offered enough muscles to make me want to run my fingertips over every single one of them, followed by my tongue. I wanted to taste his skin. Run my hands over those biceps, where they bulged a touch, enough to offer visual proof of how strong he'd be in bed. Strong and agile. A man who did yoga? Damn, that was the hottest thing ever---and he'd know all the best moves, the ones that required dexterity and agility. And those thighs. Powerful, but not overdone. I wanted to feel every sinew flexing while he thrust into me.
But I could not overlook the most incredible part of him.
His dick hung semi-hard, the shaft thick and long and sleek. No one would ever guess, seeing him with his clothes on, that he concealed one impressive package down there. The crown was reddening, the length swelling and rising.
"Your turn," Ollie said.
Sometimes, when a man wanted to have sex, I got embarrassed about undressing. Worried about what they'd think of my body. Not with Ollie. He'd already seen me au naturel, but even if he hadn't, I would never feel shame with him. He was sweet and sexy, strong and tender, all the best combinations of everything.
I stood and pulled my tank top off over my head, then stripped off my bra. Cool air teased my naked skin, but the way my nipples hardened had less to do with the air temperature than the gorgeous man standing proudly nude in front of me. I shimmied out of my yoga pants, dragging my panties down with them.
Ollie ran a hand over his mouth. "Mara, you're so damn beautiful."
"Thank you." I moved closer, splaying my palms on his chest. "You're the hottest man I've ever seen."
He slung an arm around my waist, tugging me into his body, his erection caught between us. "Time to show you the second thing I rock at."
"What's the first thing?"
"My tech skills."
I skated my palms across his chest in slow circles. "Wow. Hot and smart. I'm impressed."
"Wait till you see the second thing." He cradled my face in one hand and kissed me, slowly, deeply, with such erotic skill that I moaned. His eyes were hooded when he murmured in a sexy rumble, "Actually, it's more of a sensory experience than a visual one. An immersive sensory experience."
A tingle raced over my skin, and I couldn't breathe. The thought of having sex with Ollie got me more excited than I'd ever been before.
He ducked around me to pull the covers off the bed, then picked me up and laid me down on the soft mattress and the silky sheet.
I spread my fingers over the fabric, loving the smooth texture of it. "These sheets feel so good on my skin."
"Youfeel so good onmyskin." Ollie grabbed his pants off the floor and dug a condom out of the pocket. He tossed it onto the table. "Can't wait till I'm inside you."
"Please, Ollie, hurry."
He straddled my body, his face hovering over mine.
A shimmering, sensual heat rippled through me, fanning out through my entire body like delicate waves on a sun-warmed pond.
"I've wanted to do this since I first saw you," he said, inching backward on all fours. "Can't wait anymore. Gotta eat you up."
He kept backing away until his head was above my hips, then he eased my thighs apart with one hand. When he lay down with his face inches above my mound, I sucked in a breath, knowing what he planned to do and craving it with a need so intense it made me a little lightheaded. He took off his glasses and tossed them onto the bedside table. I gripped my pillow with both hands, suddenly breathing hard, almost panting. Ollie smiled with a hunger that stole my breath as he lifted my legs to rest my knees on his shoulders.
The second his tongue touched my flesh, I gasped and jerked.
He nuzzled the hairs on my mound, darted his tongue out to tease my skin, and kept his gaze on mine the whole time. I clenched my pillow harder, my fingers punching into it. He thrust his tongue between my folds and circled it around my taut nub, his tongue so agile it encircled my clit, wrapping around it again and again, the silken warmth of it driving me wild.
"Oh, Ollie," I moaned.