And damn it, I wanted to be taken.

He pulled back to examine me again, gave a little smirk, and then dipped his head, taking one of my hard nipples into his mouth.

I moaned the second I felt his tongue and teeth pulling and teasing me. I’d never understood the sentiment that someone could pass out from pleasure, but that’s about where I was currently at right now. And he hadn’t even taken my pants off yet.

The thought suddenly sent a hot pulse wave through me and I grinded against him as he flicked my nipple with his tongue before giving the other one some attention.

He had me—completely had me. I was ready to melt into a puddle right then and there, and I wouldn’t even know what it felt like for him to move inside me.

I ran my shaky hand down along his abs until I reached the top of his pants and undid the button. When I fumbled with the zipper, he took over, wrenching them down easily with one swift tug, and kicking them off. I pressed my hand against the hard bulge in his boxers and was rewarded with the tiniest of bites on my breast before he pulled away and moved to my neck. He brushed his lips against my throat and then my jaw before planting a kiss on my mouth. It was both frenzied and intimate. He wasn’t being rough with me, but the need was clearly there for both of us.

“I can’t believe you’re real,” he said breathlessly, before taking one of his strong hands and stretching my leggings away from my body. I gasped as he dipped his hand below my waistband and slid a finger along me, hitting the exact spot I so desperately needed him to touch. I moved against him, driven purely by instinct at this point. He slid a finger inside me, stretching me slightly before slipping another in.

I moaned, my lips slack against his mouth as my breathing increased.

He pumped them in and out, slowly at first, but then picking up speed. I was fully convinced my body had never felt this turned on in my entire life. I was so freaking attracted to him I couldn’t even contain myself. My body started to go slack as Oliver’s fingers worked inside me. A feeling bloomed inside of me, growing so intense I could barely take it any longer.

“Bed,” he said.

“No,” I panted.

His face scrunched up in confusion and his fingers stopped moving inside me. I nearly let out a groan of protest.

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered.

He grinned. “I’m not taking you on a kitchen countertop, Frankie. At least not for the first time.”

My insides coiled at the thought of this being a repeat occurrence.

He removed his hand from my pants. Before I could protest again, he hoisted me off the counter, my legs wrapped around his bare torso and he took a few long strides to the bed before sprawling me out on it. He fell on top of me, using his arms to pin me in and keep his weight off of me. I greedily grabbed onto the back of his neck. My entire body writhed, dying to feel him against me.