Page 33 of Dr. Baby Daddy
“Yeah.” He takes a large sip of his wine. “I really am sorry about that. I just thought that Ishouldfeel like we were rushing into things too quickly, even though I didn’tactuallythink that. Then I started worrying about the future and what that would look like.”
“Sounds like you’ve been doing a lot of thinking after just one date.” I swirl the wine around in the glass before downing half of it. “It scares me too. I didn’t plan on moving to New York to start dating right away. I have all these things that I want to do with my career. And I know that I push too hard sometimes. You wanted nothing to do with me, and now look at where we are.”
He reaches across the counter and takes my free hand, lacing his fingers with mine. His thumb drifts over the back of my hand. “You do push hard, but I think that might be the thing I like most about you. You go after what you want unapologetically. I’ve spent most of my life caught between two different worlds, and I still can’t make a decision.”
“Well then, make a decision now. Anything.”
“Play for me.” He lets go of my head and tilts his chin toward my piano. “I want to hear what you’ve been working on at rehearsal. I’ve missed hearing you play over the last couple days.”
“That’s your decision?” I laugh and finish my dinner before heading over to the piano. “Are you sure you want to hear what I’ve been working on? I could play literally anything else.”
He shakes his head and moves to one of the suede armchairs to face the piano. “You’re passionate about your music. I want to hear that.”
My smile makes my cheeks ache as I play the opening song to the show, with the volume on the keyboard turned to the lowest possible setting. Oliver sits there, not taking his gaze from me once as my fingers fly over the keys. I move on to the second song as he gets up and sprawls on the couch.
After the third song, I get up and join him in the living room. I’m about to take a seat in one of the chairs when his arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me down onto his lap.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He shifts on the couch, getting comfortable on his side and holding me against him. He kisses my neck as I press back against his chest. “I really am sorry about taking off on you like I did. It’s not going to happen again.”
“I really want to believe that.” I trace patterns on the back of his hand.
Oliver kisses my neck again, sucking on my pulse for a moment. “I’m going to prove it to you. Now, tell me all about everything I’ve been missing over the last few days.”
Heat shoots to my core as he continues peppering kisses up and down my neck. Oliver is making it impossible to remember what I’ve done in the last hour. I have no clue how he expects me to remember what’s happened in the last couple days.
“We’re getting closer to opening night and the director keeps finding more problems. I’m hoping that it’s going to be over soon, and then we can just get out there and perform. The entire cast has been working so hard on everything.”
“Are there still tickets available for opening night?” His fingers brush beneath the hem of my satin shorts. Goose bumps raise on my skin and heat floods my core. “I’d like to be there the night of your first Broadway show.”
My heart soars as I nod. “I have a couple that I’m allowed to give out. I’ll put one aside for you. You’re going to be sitting beside Kate, though. And probably my parents. They’re going to try to get down here for the show.”
Oliver grazes my earlobe with his teeth. “I’m fine with that if it means I get to be there for you.”
His fingers creep higher up my thigh, disappearing beneath my shorts to brush against my core. I press my ass back against him, his hardened cock digging into me.
“I didn’t think that coming to the show would be something that you were interested in.” My breath hitches as his fingers press against my clit, circling slowly. “What do you think that you’re doing?”
He chuckles and nips at my neck. “Making up for lost time while you tell me about your show.”
I moan, tilting my head back and giving him better access to my neck. “I think that you’re making it incredibly hard to remember what I’ve done over the last couple days.”
“Then tell me about your dreams.” He slides one finger into me, massaging my inner walls as my hips rock. “What’s next after this show?”
“It’s going to be running for several weeks, and during that time, I’m going to have to start auditioning for the next show. There are a couple different ones set to start rehearsing around the time the one I’m in now ends.”
Oliver adds a second finger to the first, and all thoughts fly out of my mind. My hips rock in time with his fingers as he drives them deeper into me. His cock presses harder into my ass as his other hand creeps beneath my shirt.
“It’s hard to talk to you when you’re playing with my nipples.”
Oliver laughs and shifts so he’s hovering above me. His hand roams up my thigh and back down, hooking my knee anddragging my leg over his hip. “Well, maybe it’s time we take a break from talking for a little bit.”
He pulls down the collar of my shirt and takes one nipple into his mouth. My back arches off the couch as my fingers sink into his hair. I moan as he bites down, the pain giving way to pleasure. He switches sides and sucks on the other before biting it.
I writhe beneath him as he switches back and forth, biting and sucking until my pussy is pulsating. Oliver groans as his fingers move faster, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
His teeth graze against my nipple as he looks up at me. “Come for me, Izzy.”
I arch my back as his fingers drive deeper into me. Oliver’s mouth returns to mine, capturing it in a searing kiss. I moan as he twists his fingers, pushing against the spot that drives me wild.