“Stop pouting,” she told him, pulling her shoe from underneath his bed.
“I'm a grown man, I don't pout.”
“You're a grown man who also dresses up in leather and jumps from rooftops at night. You're open to new ideas. And you're pouting.”
Oliver pressed his lips together and watched as Chloe's black lace panties disappeared beneath her jeans. OK, so he was pouting but who could blame him? Four days alone were over. Back to reality. The boys would be back from Germany soon and he and Chloe would need to learn to function around other people again. Without having their hands all over each other.
“Watching you put on clothes, while nice, isn't nearly as fun as watching you take them off,” he said.
She smirked and pressed a kiss to his bare chest. “Ditto...but we have to get dressed. The guys will be here in an hour. They'd just landed when they called. I better order some food...they're probably starving...”
She moved to step away, probably to look for a blouse and he couldn't have that just yet. He caught her arm in his hand and tugged her back. “Hey, come back here...you'll come home with me tonight?”
“Hmmmm...and wake up naked with you as opposed to waking up hearing Lois snooze her alarm clock for an hour and a half? Tough choice.” Chloe ran her small – and nimble, God were they nimble - hands across his chest and grinned at him.
“And I'll wake you up like I did today?” he teased. She had certainly seemed to enjoy walking up with him already between her thighs.
“Ooooh...is that promise?”
“Cross my heart.”
“I'm definitely coming home with you.”
He leaned to kiss her again and apparently got a little carried away because soon those nimble hands were pushing on his chest again.
“Watch it, Ollie. We're supposed to be getting dressed...”
He looked down and realized that that his own hands had started to push down her jeans again. Hmmm, how'd that happen? “Damn...Later then?”
“Later. Cross my heart.” She made an “x” on the smooth, pale skin just above her black-lace covered breasts and winked at him. Then she leaned over to slip on her shoes and Oliver had to cross the room to avoid grabbing for her again. Boundaries, time to relearn boundaries.
Pulling a shirt from his closet, he changed the subject. “So we're agreed. We're going to keep this between us for a few weeks?”
“Right, let's get used to it before we spring it on every one else. It's a big change and it's not like we can tell them the whole story.”
“You're right, I know you're right but...”
“You don't think anyone is going to figure it out?”
“C'mon, it's not like they're going to be able to tell by looking at us.”
Oliver snorted. “You haven't looked in a mirror lately, have you?”
Maybe he was a little biased – or a lot biased – but Chloe Sullivan looked exactly like she'd been having amazing sex for three straight days. The hair, the skin, even the way she moved. He liked seeing it but he wasn't sure he was ready for everyone – namely the other men on his team – to see it.
“What? Am I wearing an 'I had great sex' neon sign?” she asked, laughing at him.
Ahem. “Amazing sex,” he corrected.
“Yes, amazing sex. Mind-blowing sex...happy? But it's still not stamped on on foreheads. And since neither of us is going to literally shout it from the rooftops yet, they won't know until we tell them.”
Oliver didn't comment. He only nodded. They would just have to see.
Chloe seemed to sense his doubt. “What!?” she asked finally.
“You really should look in a mirror.”