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“No. I want to. This is what I want.”
He nods and then squeezes his eyes shut, remembering something. “I have to go buy—”
I shake my head. “I have some.”
“You have some what?” he asks, not catching on.
“Condoms, Olly. I have some.”
“You have some.”
“Yes,” I say, my entire body blushing.
“When?”
“At the souvenir shop. Fourteen ninety-nine. That place has everything.”
He looks at me as if I were a small miracle, but then his smile turns into something
more. Then I’m on my back, and his hand is tugging at my dress.
“Off. Off,” he says.
I scramble to my knees and pull it off over my head. I shiver in the warm air.
“You have freckles here, too,” he says, sliding his hand across the tops of my breasts.
I look down to confirm and we both laugh.
He puts his hand on my bare waist. “You’re all the good things wrapped into one good
thing.”
“Um, you too,” I say, inarticulate. All the words in my head have been replaced with one
—Olly.
He pulls his T-shirt off over his head and my body takes over my brain. I run my
fingertips over the smooth hard muscles of his chest, dip them into the valleys between
them. My lips follow the same path, tasting, caressing. He lies back and keeps himself
still, letting me explore, and I kiss my way across the landscape of him down to his toes
and back up again. The urge to bite him is irresistible and I don’t resist it. The bite pushes
him over the edge and he takes charge. My body burns where he doesn’t touch, and burns
where he does.
We gather each other up. We are lips and arms and legs and bodies entangled. He raises
himself above me and we are wordless, and then we are joined and moving silently. We
are joined and I know all of the secrets of the universe.