Save Me

Untitled Part 9

Oliver held onto her hand as they made their way back to his hotel. There was an electric current of sexual energy buzzing between them and as soon as they stepped into the elevator he pulled her close to him and kissed her again. Felicity had a moment of conscious as she thought about the fact she was still married. She had stopped wearing David's ring a long time ago and wanted to file for divorce but doing so would mean giving away her location to him and she just had not been ready to do that. They heard the doors slide open and Oliver broke the kiss and took her hand again as he walked down the hall to his door.

He placed his key in the door and opened it letting her walk inside. He was still worried that she might change her mind, so he did not touch her as she entered. He wanted her to do so of her own free will. She turned to him as he was closing the door and the vulnerability was back in her eyes.

"Does it bother you that I am still married to him?" She asked the question with a shaky breath afraid of his answer. What if he changed his mind? She thought she would combust if he did.

"Yes, it bothers me that you are still married to him but not for the reason you think." He approached her slowly as he spoke. "It bothers me that you are still married to a man that hurt you. It bothers me that anyone would lay a hand on you. It bothers me that he is not here, so I can rip him apart with my bare hands." He stopped when he got right in front of her and he placed his hands on her face as he had done in the street. "It bothers me that any man could put his hands on you for anything other than to pleasure you."

Felicity lost her breath as his vivid blue eyes bore into hers with an intensity that had her trembling. She wasn't trembling from fear; she wasn't trembling from anger it was from the affect he had on her. It was the way he made her feel. That flutter in her stomach when she would see him, or the way her breath would hitch when he would seem to look into her soul with those eyes. How those eyes made her think of sexy, sinful wonderful things.

Felicity wasn't in denial about who he was or what he was, she was in this thing with eyes wide open and she could tell he was too.

She lifted her hands to his face and ran her fingers through the scruff on his jaw as she remembered wondering what it would feel like on her skin. Tonight, she was going to find out. Tonight, she would know what it was like to be with someone that wanted her. Sex with David had always been just ok. There had never been the passion or uncontrollable longing with him that she felt every time she was with Oliver. He had never looked at her the way Oliver looked at her.

"He never made me feel the way you make me feel." She spoke softly, her breath skimming along his jaw as she stepped closer, her nose coming up under his jawline. He closed his eyes at her words and the feel of her breath and her hands on him. She softly placed a kiss to his neck just under his chin and he shuddered. The feel of him reacting to her kiss gave her a thrill and she turned her head to the other side and kissed him again, another shudder running through him.

His hands slid down her arms and rested on her hips as she leaned up and pulled him down for a kiss. He was letting her set the pace and when she slid her tongue along his she felt his hands flex on her hips. The feel of his fingers slightly digging into her side prompted her to deepen the kiss even more and her hands slid up and around his neck playing with the hairs at the nape. She was pressed up against his chest sounds of the kiss echoing around the room. She tasted sweet and enticing and Oliver knew at that moment that he would never get enough.

He turned her and started backing her up toward the bed and when she felt the bed behind her he broke the kiss and slid his lips down the side of her neck. The feel of his breath on her neck and that oh so delicious scruff on her skin was setting her body on fire. She took his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders just as she had at her apartment, the t-shirt he wore underneath doing nothing to hide the muscles that lay beneath it. Oliver lifted his lips from her neck and met her gaze as she reached for the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it from his jeans and up over his head.