Chapter 16

Heart thudding in my chest, anticipation swirling through me, I stepped back, allowing Oliver into my apartment. He let the door shut behind him, then took my hand and gently tugged me into his arms. There was no point in pretending we weren’t both here for some physical contact. I readily went into his embrace. The feel of his hands on my body reached deep into my soul and touched me in a way I hadn’t felt in ages. I pressed closer and met his lips with mine.

This kiss was less restrained. We were both starving for affection and touch. Oliver’s fingers dug into my back, and he cupped my head with his other hand. I had no hesitation about digging my fingers into his ass. He didn’t wear particularly tight pants, so I was a little surprised at how firm and muscular it felt. Though I didn’t let that exploration distract me much from the skill with which this shade was kissing me. The way his tongue danced with mine made me desperately want to know what else he could do with it.

The need I felt traveled through my center and settled deep inside me, heating me. The nearly embarrassingly needy moan his touch pulled from me came straight from that heat and spread tingling threads all the way to my fingers and toes. I was uncomfortably wet, and I squeezed my legs together, needing relief.

Oliver’s cinnamon scent intensified, and he broke off our kiss for a moment. The shade took a deep breath. “You smell amazing,” he whispered against my neck.

“You smell like baked goods.” I couldn’t help joking a little.

He chuckled. “Sorry about that.”

“There are worse things,” I replied before nibbling gently on his neck.

He rumbled softly in his throat and let me tug him farther into the apartment. Then I paused.

“What’s wrong?”

“I, uh, was not expecting to be entertaining. I don’t have condoms. After the last time I had sex, which was forever and a half ago, I did get tested, and I don’t have any stds. I don’t have the paperwork though, to show you.” I couldn’t show him even if I’d had it. It had my old information on it. Shit.

“I believe you, Hannah. Also, shades are immune to most human diseases including all but the worst sexual ones. The same goes for humans. I don’t know about procreation though. While I have not undergone any sort of testing, as there isn’t that sort of facility for my kind, I would know if I had anything transmittable to a human, and I do not. Nor do I believe I have any other diseases. They are very rare among my kind. Also, it’s been an age and a half for me, as well. There are plenty of things we can do that won’t put us at risk for procreating though.” He smiled gently at me.

“Sweet!” I tugged more urgently, practically dragging him to my bedroom.

Nimbus had retreated to his spot on the bed, and I wrinkled my nose while I thought. He saved me from having to evict him, however. He gave a happy grumbling roo, hopped off the bed, and left us alone in the bedroom.

“I like what you’ve done with the place,” Oliver said.

Snorting, I glanced around. There was absolutely no décor. “Uh, yeah. The space-themed comforter was a whim. Don’t hold it against me please.”

“I like it.”

“Great!” I grabbed the top and pulled it back. “Then you’ll love the spaceship sheets.”

He full-on belly laughed. “They’re marvelous.” It even sounded like he meant it.

Oliver turned his attention back to me. “You are in charge of how far we go today. Are there any boundaries you want to discuss?”

“I’ve never been with anyone who wasn’t human. Anything I need to know?”

“I’m a shape shifter.” He shrugged. “Other than that, pretty normal.”

“Then I think we’ll be fine. If we want to get creative later, we can get more in depth in our discussion.”

His eyes lit up when I mentioned the future.

Fairly certain we had covered the basics—Oliver was far more considerate than anyone I’d ever been with before—I hooked my fingers under the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off.

Glancing up, I caught a flash of pink as Oliver licked his lips before he pulled his own shirt off.

I bit my lower lip and stared, taking him in. Lean, but well-defined muscle just begged me to touch. I reached out and gently traced the muscles over his ribs. Oliver sucked in a breath, eyes shuttering as he enjoyed the touch.

While I was there, I took his hand and placed it on me. He didn’t hesitate to return the favor, fingers sliding up over my bra—I’d have worn the lacy one if I’d known I was going to be taking my clothing off for someone—and gently pebbling my nipple.

He stepped closer, his hands going behind me. After a quick glance and my nod, he slipped the catch on my bra, and I let it fall to the floor. My heart thudded and my pussy ached for attention, as he explored my skin.

“May I?” Oliver asked, his hands going to the button on my jeans.

“Yes, please.”

He unbuttoned them and slid my pants off, ending up on his knees in front of me as he did so. Oliver rumbled again, a pleased and primal sound, that turned me on even more. My panties were soaked, and I wanted out of them. I put my hands on the waistband, and Oliver took the hint, helping me slide them off.

I stood bare in front of him. Oliver looked pleased, kneeling with his hands on my hips and his gaze roaming my body. I let him look. Then, before long, he stood, the motion smooth and a touch hurried. He backed me up gently, giving me all the time to object then laid me down on the bed. I thought about trying to get the rest of his clothes off, but then suspected my resolve not to go all the way—as it were—would fail. That might actually be why he hadn’t shed his pants yet, either. Still, at some point, I was going to get my mouth on him.

Oliver seemed to be on the same wavelength. He kneeled over me, first kissing my lips, then moving down my body. I reveled in the feeling of having a man, especially someone like Oliver, over me, kissing me, tasting my skin, rolling my nipple in his lips and nipping gently down my stomach until he reached my aching pussy.

His tongue was every bit as talented down there as it had been when he was kissing me. Before long he had me writhing on the bed, clutching at my spaceship sheets and keening his name. He undid me hard when he slid a finger inside me and curled it just right.

“Ohmygod, Oliver,” I cried out, almost kicking him by accident.

“Good?” he said mischievously.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“More?”

“Oh, please,” I practically begged. He had no idea how glad I was that he wasn’t stopping at one. That fast orgasm had only served to whet my appetite after so long on my own.

Fortunately, Oliver seemed to be enjoying me shattering all over his face. He kept going until I was completely wrung out and satisfied. Then he crawled up next to me and held me close while I floated in an endorphin-induced haze.

“Fuck,” I murmured.

“Perhaps you should get some sleep,” I heard him say through a fog. That jerked me awake.

“Oh, hell no. Not until I get you in my mouth.”

Oliver raised his eyebrows, but a grin danced on his lips. “If you like.”

“Yes, please.”

My shade got off the bed and undid his pants. I watched as he pushed them off his hips and let the slacks fall to the ground. He’d been going commando, and I further enjoyed the view, mouthwatering at the thought of wrapping my lips around his delicious-looking cock.

I flicked my finger at him, gesturing him toward me.

Oliver obliged, coming to me. We got situated on the bed, and I straddled his legs. I took his cock in my hand and stroked his velvety length, getting a groan of pleasure in response.

Leaning forward and taking his length into my mouth, I ran my tongue around, getting a feel for his responses. He gasped out a breath as I gave an experimental suck.

I swirled my tongue across the head of his cock and tried not to snort laughter. “Did you know you also taste like cinnamon?”

“I…” He looked at me, eyes wide with surprise. “No, I had no idea.”

“It’s different, but certainly not bad.” Before he could reply, I went back to work, doing my best to bring him pleasure.

He bucked, thrusting gently into my mouth. He curled his fingers in my hair, but didn’t try to control me, his groans becoming more urgent.

“Hannah,” he warned me.

I kept sucking, and he shuddered and went rigid as he spilled into my mouth. I swallowed the cinnamon flavored cum down, not at all minding the taste.

This time when we curled up together, we both drifted off, content in each other’s arms.

Oliver’s phone ringing woke both of us some time later. He cursed but made no move to get up.

“Do you need to answer that.”

Grunting in annoyance, he shifted out of the bed. “Probably. It’s Davin.”

“How do you know?”

“His ringtone,” my shade muttered and stumbled over to the pile of his clothing.

Sleepy, just woken grumpy Oliver was adorable.

He answered the phone with an annoyed grunt, listened to what Davin had to say, then his gaze slid toward me with a not entirely pleased expression settling on his face.

Unconsciously, I pulled the sheets up to cover my chest and wondered what had happened now.