Katherine's POV
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Chapter seventeen
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The rain fell steadily outside, the gentle patter against the windshield filling the silence between us. We were sitting in the car, but the tension in the air was almost suffocating. Neither of us spoke, but I could feel the weight of everything we weren't saying. The years of hurt, of anger, of longing-it was all there, hanging between us like a storm waiting to break.
I glanced over at Oliver, his jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the rain-soaked street. He looked as conflicted as I felt, but there was something else in his expression too, something raw and unguarded. I opened my mouth to say something, to break the silence, but the words caught in my throat. What could I even say?
"I didn't expect the sudden text," I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper.
He turned to look at me, his eyes dark and intense. "Neither did I," he murmured, his voice rough, like he was struggling to keep his emotions in check. There was a beat of silence, and then his gaze dropped to my lips.
I should've pulled away. I should've said something to stop what was about to happen. But I didn't. Instead, I leaned in, my heart racing as the distance between us disappeared. The kiss started slow, a tentative brush of lips, but it quickly became something else. Something fierce and consuming, like all the emotions we had buried over the years were suddenly rushing to the surface.
I moved instinctively, climbing over the console and straddling him in the driver's seat. His hands were on me instantly, sliding up my thighs, pulling me closer as our mouths collided again. The feel of him beneath me, the heat of his body against mine, ignited something inside me, something that I couldn't control.
My fingers tangled in his hair as I kissed him harder, pulling him closer to me, my hips grinding against him, feeling the hardness of his arousal pressing into me through his jeans. A low growl escaped his throat as he responded in kind, his hands roaming up my sides, slipping beneath my shirt. The touch of his skin against mine sent a shiver through me, and I gasped when his fingers found the clasp of my bra. He unhooked it with practiced ease, his lips never leaving mine.
He pulled back just enough to lift my shirt over my head, tossing it into the passenger seat , followed by my bra. His eyes darkened as he looked at me, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples. I let out a soft moan, my head falling back as pleasure shot through me at his touch.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He leaned forward, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of my neck, kissing and biting softly as his hands continued to explore my body. Every touch, every kiss, was driving me wild, making it impossible to think about anything but the way he made me feel.
I rocked my hips against him, feeling the friction between us build as his hands slid down to my waist, guiding me over him. His lips trailed down to my chest, his tongue flicking over my nipple before he sucked it into his mouth, and I cried out, my body trembling beneath his touch.
I could feel his erection bulging against his jeans, and the heat pooling between my legs was becoming unbearable. I needed him-now.
"Oliver..." I breathed, tugging at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He pulled back just long enough to yank his shirt over his head, tossing it aside before his lips were on mine again, his hands gripping my waist as I ground against him.
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