Look After You 15/20
banner by: kyra_and_co
Title: Look After You
Chapter: 15/20
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Chloe Sullivan and Oliver Queen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6.065
Summary: Chloe Sullivan agrees to be the sidekick to Oliver Queen's Green Arrow, but neither one of them realizes that's only the beginning of what fate has in store for them.
Previous Chapters: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen
When I'm losing my control, the city spins around
You're the only one who knows, you slow it down
-The Fray
Oliver stood in the cage, breathing hard as he stared down at the man he’d finally managed to knock unconscious. For a guy who was clearly strung out on cocaine, he’d been a much tougher opponent than Oliver had anticipated. The right hook he’d landed to Oliver’s face had knocked him flat on the ground with stars spinning in front of his eyes. He’d confused the guy enough to get a jump on him, but he just kept coming back for more.
He could feel his adrenaline pumping through his veins and part of him wished they’d give him another opponent before they brought out the Kryptonian who would likely kill him within minutes if Clark wasn’t waiting in the wings. Chloe hadn’t been wrong when she suggested he was looking to take out some frustrations. He was sick and tired of coming up empty with information about Veritas and hearing Emil say that Patricia’s condition had remained unchanged.
A roar went through the crowd, drawing his attention away from his thoughts. Oliver glanced over and saw a man who was about three times his size heading in the direction of the cage. There was a steel collar wrapped around throat and Oliver assumed that was how they were keeping him under control. His eyes briefly met Clark’s and the younger man gave him a slight nod to let him know he was ready.
Oliver watched the man lumbering toward the cage. He was nearly there when a loud alarm sounded through the warehouse. A murmur went through the crowd and suddenly everyone was rushing for the exit. He saw Clark moving toward the Kryptonian, his hand shooting out toward his chest. Oliver saw a flash of light and before he knew what was happening, he found himself outside, grasping his stomach and fighting the urge to throw up.
“You all right, Bossman?” Bart asked. He patted Oliver’s back awkwardly. “If you’re going to hurl, let me know because I’m out of here.”
“I’ll be all right,” Oliver said. His stomach rolled over again, but the need to vomit quickly passed. “What happened?’ he asked.
“Clark did his alien mojo thing and made the giant disappear and I pulled you out just as the cops busted the place up,” Bart said. He nodded his head in the direction of the warehouse. “They brought the SWAT team and everything.”
Oliver turned and smirked when he saw people being led out in handcuffs and moved to the waiting SWAT vans. “Did Victor get everything he needed?”
Bart nodded. “Yeah,” he said, making a face at the blood splattered over Oliver’s shirt. “Dude, you might want to change before ‘licious sees you.”
Clark appeared beside them before Oliver had a chance to respond. “Are you all right?” he asked, eyeing the gash on Oliver’s face.
“I’m fine,” Oliver insisted. “Bart said you got rid of the prisoner and it looks like the cops are actually doing their job for once. Did everyone else get out without any incident?”
“Yes, they should all be back at your place by now, including Lois and Chloe,” Clark said.
Oliver’s eyebrows shot up and the smirk disappeared from his face. “Chloe and Lois were here? Why?” He turned to Bart, eyes narrowed. “Did you know about this?” he demanded.
Bart held up his hands, taking a step back. “All I know is ‘licious called and asked me to come get her so I did. Lois came here on her own,” he said. “Then Victor said there was an incident with a security guard and a gun, but Chloe got to her in time.”
“Of course there was an incident,” Oliver muttered. He should have known Lois wouldn’t have backed down so easily and he wasn’t the slightest bit surprised that Chloe had shown up to rescue her cousin. “Did they at least get out before everything went down?” he asked. He really hoped Chloe didn’t seem him fighting. The last thing she needed was for her to worry about him more than she already did.
“They left while you were in the cage with the second guy,” Clark said. The look on his face said he wasn’t exactly thrilled with his girlfriend at the moment either. “I heard Lois cheering when you knocked him down.”
“Perfect,” Oliver muttered. He felt the tension building in his jaw and dug his car keys out of his pocket. He needed to get back to the penthouse and have a few words with Lois about following directions. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
Bart glanced back and forth between the two men. The tension was pouring off of both of them and the idea of being stuck in a car with them was not his idea of fun. “I’m going to grab some food and I’ll meet you guys there.” He took off before either of them could say anything.
Twenty minutes later, Oliver and Clark walked back into the penthouse and into the middle of a shouting match. Dinah and Lois were screaming at each other while Victor and AC literally held them back from one another. Bart sat on the couch, eyes wide as he bit into his burrito, looking back and forth between the two women like he was watching a ping pong game. Chloe stood in the middle trying to get them to stop yelling.
“Well this is a nice welcome home after a long night of fighting off bad guys,” Oliver said brightly. “I can guess what you two are yelling about, so let’s all agree to disagree. The mission was successful and that’s all that matters.”
“Right,” Dinah muttered, relaxing in AC’s grip.
Lois stopped struggling against Victor. “Sorry,” she said.
Oliver grinned. “Great, I’m glad you see things my way. Listen, I think it’s time everyone heads back to their neutral corners of the world. I appreciate that you’ve all been hanging around to help me, but we’re beating our heads against the wall with this Veritas stuff and there’s no reason to keep doing that. I promise I’ll call if we get any leads,” he said.
“Geez, one little chick fight and you’re kicking us out? Are you going soft on us, Ollie?” AC teased.
Oliver laughed. “No, I’m just reminding myself that this team has a greater purpose and there’s a lot of crime out there and people who need our help. I called my pilot and the jet is waiting for you at the airport. Bart, you’re free to find your own way,” he said.
“Good plan,” Victor muttered.
“You guys all did a great job tonight,” Oliver said. “Keep in touch and make sure you let Chloe know if you need op support for anything.”
Everyone said their good-byes and the team filed into the elevator, leaving only Lois and Clark behind with Chloe. Oliver’s smile faded the second the doors closed and he turned to Lois. “Would you like to tell us what the hell you were thinking?” he demanded.
“I was trying to help,” Lois replied defensively. She’d already apologized to Chloe and had it out with Dinah and she really did not care for the way Oliver was looking at her. “If you would have just let me…”
“Stop,” Oliver warned. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her. “I know you’re used to doing things on your own and letting Clark ride to the rescue, but that’s not how this team works. When I give an order, you need to follow it and if you can’t do that you should just get the hell out now,” he snapped.
“Oliver,” Clark said. His tone was filled with warning.
“What?” Oliver demanded angrily. He shifted his glare from Lois to Clark. “I know you’re pissed at her too. She put herself in danger and dragged Chloe down with her which left the rest of us vulnerable. Are you really going to tell me I’m wrong here?” he asked.
Clark scowled. “Yelling at her is not going to solve anything. You’re out of line,” he told him.
Oliver rolled his eyes. “Really, Boy Scout, I’m out of line? Would you be telling me I was out of line if AC had gone around protocol and risked the mission? Or if Chloe had? No, you’d be just as angry. Save the white knight routine for another day.” He turned his attention back to Lois. “Your recklessness could have gotten someone hurt or worse.”
“I’m sorry, Oliver,” Lois said. “I guess I forgot that being reckless is apparently your job,” she sneered. “How did that concrete feel against your face?”
He laughed humorlessly. “That’s cute, Lois. I had a plan and it would have gone off without a hitch if you hadn’t stormed in and tried to take over. Did you really…”
“Oliver, stop it,” Chloe interrupted. She’d been standing there quietly listening to them argue, but she couldn’t take it anymore. She knew why Oliver was angry and it had nothing to do with Lois not following his orders. It was Lois. They expected her to do crazy things.
Oliver’s gaze met Chloe’s for the first time since he’d come home. Seeing the worry in her eyes made him hate himself for putting it there. He nodded stiffly at Lois. “I’m glad you’re all right. I should go get cleaned up.” He gestured absently to his shirt and made his way to the stairs.
Chloe watched him go before glancing at Lois. “He didn’t mean all that stuff,” she said.
“I know,” Lois replied. She reached for Chloe’s hand and squeezed it gently. “Are you going to stay here?” she asked.
Chloe nodded. She didn’t think it was a good idea for Oliver to be alone and there were a few things they needed to talk about. “I’ll see you guys at work tomorrow,” she said.
“Kay,” Lois agreed. She gave Chloe a hug and turned to Clark with a sheepish smile. “Come on, Smallville. You can give me the lecture in the car. I know it’s killing you to keep it inside,” she teased.
“We’ll talk in the car on the way to the farm,” Clark said stiffly. He wrapped an arm around her waist and glanced at Chloe. “Are you sure you’re all right?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” Chloe said. She gave him her best forced smile. “Good-night,” she said.
“Night, Chlo,” Clark replied as he led Lois into the elevator.
Once they were gone, Chloe glanced toward the stairs and decided she should give Oliver a little more time to himself. She went to the desk to check the police reports, wanting to make sure that Oliver’s name was not tied into anything. Once she was sure everything was clear, she made her way upstairs to check on him.
Chloe found Oliver in the master bathroom. He’d carelessly discarded his bloody shirt on the floor and stood in front of the mirror clad only in his jeans inspecting the laceration in his cheek. A small bruise was already forming under the cut, but she could see it was nowhere near as bad as it could have been.
His eyes met hers in the mirror and he flashed his cocky grin that she hadn’t seen in awhile. “I know what you’re thinking, but you should see the other guy,” he joked.
“I believe I told you not to let anything happen to your pretty face,” Chloe replied. “You should pay closer attention to my instructions, Mr. Queen.” She reached for the bottle of antiseptic on the counter and squeezed the liquid onto a cotton pad. Moving to stand in front of Oliver, she gently touched the pad to his cheek.
Sucking in a breath, he tried not to squirm as the sting spread across his cheek. “Why does the medicine feel worse than the actual punch did?” he asked.
“Less adrenaline,” Chloe replied. She dabbed the cut with the pad, careful not to press too hard against the bruise. Cupping his chin in her free hand, she turned his face to the side to see if there were any more cuts. “It’s not too bad,” she said. “We can probably cover it with makeup if you want to keep it from your employees.”
He made a face. “They’ve seen me look a lot worse,” Oliver replied.
Chloe tossed the cotton pad in the garbage and turned to the sink to wash her hands. “You just want to show off your battle scars,” she teased.
His eyes met hers in the mirror and he grinned again. “Maybe,” he admitted.
She shook her head, but she was smiling when she turned back to face him. Chloe knew Oliver was proud of himself and she was just happy that everything had gone according to plan minus Lois nearly getting herself killed. Chloe understood how badly he’d needed this win and she wasn’t going to dwell on how scared she’d been when she’d seen him lying on the ground. He was okay and that was all that mattered.
“Do you want me to get some ice for the swelling?” she asked.
Oliver shook his head. “Like I said, I’ve had a lot worse. No need to worry, Sidekick.” He brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear; let his palm rest against her cheek. He could see that she was trying to let go of her tension for his sake and figured he’d better address the elephant in the room. “I’m sorry about what I said to Lois. I didn’t want you to see me fighting,” he said quietly.
“I know,” Chloe replied just as quietly. She rubbed her hand over his forearm. “I’m not mad, Ollie. I just want to make sure that you’re okay,” she said.
“I am,” Oliver assured her. “Do we have anything we need to follow up on?”
Chloe shook her head. “I’ll double check the police reports tomorrow, but I think they should have enough evidence and there’s no record of you being involved.”
His thumb brushed over her cheek in slow circles. “Good. Did Lois and Clark leave?” he asked quietly.
Chloe’s eyes met his as she leaned into his touch. The intensity of his gaze had her heart skipping a beat. “It’s just us,” she said softly.
“And Lois is okay?” Oliver asked, continuing to stroke her cheek with his thumb.
“She’s okay,” Chloe said. She lightly rested her palms over his chest, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin beneath her hands. “Clark brought her back to the farm for the night.”
“Good,” Oliver replied. His hand moved down her cheek, slowly sliding down the curve of her jaw. He lightly traced his index finger across her lips, his dark eyes never leaving hers as she trembled beneath his touch.
Chloe’s hands rose from his chest, up to his strong shoulders and then she thrust them into his hair, tugging him closer to her. Their mouths met on a moan. Oliver threw his arms around her and lifted her up against him. She didn’t hesitate to wrap her legs around his waist, his hand moving to cup her ass as they shared another blustering kiss.
Desire seared in the way he fused their mouths together. He kissed her as if he wanted to savor every bit of her, memorize the way her mouth felt beneath his. Chloe kissed him back with the same desperation, savoring the hot flavor of his mouth that was pure Oliver.
He slanted another kiss across her mouth and stepped toward the bedroom, every move brushing their bodies together. Chloe sucked in a breath at the incredible friction. She felt like she’d been waiting forever for this moment with him. She held him closer, moaned against his throat, stringing kisses up his neck and jaw until she met his mouth again.
She felt her world tilt and she was on her back on the bed, Oliver propped up on his arms above her. Breathing hard, he looked down at her.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, Chloe. I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said, his gaze filled with raw passion.
She touched her hand to his cheek, not sure she could put into words how desperately she wanted him, yearned for him. “Me too, Ollie,” she said simply.
Oliver stroked her hair back from her face and pressed feather light kiss across her cheeks. She smiled softly at him and he leaned down to take her mouth again, kissing her deeply, longing pouring out of him with every crush of his lips and sweep of his tongue.
“I want to see you, Chloe,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. His tongue stroked the outer shell and she felt it in her very core. “I want to see all of you,” he said before sliding off of her and standing up.
She frowned at the loss of his body, but she sat up as well, half-desperate to give him what he wanted. Chloe managed to get to her feet despite her shaky balance and started to unbutton her blouse as she watched Oliver pulling off his jeans. She could see his massive erection straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs and she felt a surge of wetness hit her already damp panties.
Chloe didn’t even realize her movements had stilled until she saw Oliver walking toward her with a predatory ease. His smoldering gaze met hers as his hands gently pushed hers out of the way.
“Allow me,” he said huskily. Without breaking eye contact, he finished unbuttoning her shirt and slipped it down her shoulders, letting her shrug it off while his hands moved lower to the button and zipper of her jeans. He left them undone and grasped the front clasp of her bra between his fingers, flicking it open. He pushed the straps down her shoulders and his hands slid back to her hips, gripping the waistband of her jeans and panties and sliding them down her legs in one swift movement.
Chloe couldn’t hear anything other than the sound of her heart pounding in her ears as he knelt down in front of her while she stood completely naked before him. Her stomach quivered as he curled his hands around her calves and urged them apart. His mouth followed, working hot and openmouthed kisses over her shins, the insides of her knees and thighs, until she was breathing hard, reaching blindly for his hair.
He kissed her belly and she wasn’t sure how much longer she was going to be able to stand. As if reading her mind, Oliver stood and lifted her up in a single motion. Chloe could do nothing but hold him tightly when he crushed her mouth under his and kissed her with a demand that robbed her of breath and thought.
Oliver laid her down on the bed, forgetting how to breathe as his eyes took in the sight of her naked body. Her stunning beauty had his cock twitching, aching to be buried deep inside of her. But he had waited too long for this moment to rush anything.
She stared up at him feeling like she should be nervous about this. Chloe knew Oliver was much more experienced than she was, but the way he was looking at her with so much passion, heat and desire in his eyes brought her comfort. Everything about Oliver just felt so right to her.
“You’re too far away,” she said.
He smirked. “Sorry about that, Sidekick.” Oliver sat down on the bed, slid his hands to the small of her back and pulled her up. His smirk widened when she instantly arched toward him. “Better?” he asked.
Chloe managed a jerky nod before his lips were pressed hard against hers again. His mouth moved over hers, shifting to her neck and blazing a sweltering trail of kisses down over her collarbone to her breasts. He pressed light kisses to each one, sliding his hand up to cup her right breast. His mouth moved to her other breast, devouring her. He sucked hard on her nipple, and she felt it between her legs as he continued molding her other breast in his warm hand.
Moaning, Chloe pulled Oliver closer to her. He was amazing, not that she’d had any doubts. She’d known from the first time he’d kissed her on the counter that he could make her feel things that no one else ever could.
“You’re so beautiful, Chloe,” Oliver said as he switched his mouth to her other breast. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
She raked her hands through his hair, scraping his scalp with her fingernails. “I think about you all the time, Ollie.”
Oliver moaned as he dragged her nipple into his mouth once more and gave a hard pull, gently using his teeth on her. An electric surge went through her entire body. He bit his way down the other side of her breast, then nibbled over to the other and repeated the process.
She held his head tighter against her body, encouraging him to keep going. For endless minutes, he laved and stroked her breasts. He tugged on the tips, sucked them hard, murmuring his appreciation.
Oliver swiped his thumb over the taut bead of one, then the other before sliding back and meeting her eyes. “I could do this all night,” he said.
She swallowed hard, not sure if that was a threat or a promise. Her breasts were so sensitized from his touch, she was fairly certain if he put his mouth on her one more time, she was going to come just from that. He bent his head again, but Chloe shifted back before he could touch her.
Oliver’s brow shot up in confusion. “Is something wrong?” he asked.
Biting her lip, Chloe shook her head, her eyes trailing over his muscular chest and abs. “No, it’s just my turn.” She leaned forward and peppered light kisses over his chest, following the hard lines of his muscles with her lips as her mouth moved lower to his abs. She felt him clench under her touch and her tongue darted out to trace the contours of his muscles.
“Chloe,” Oliver said hoarsely, his hand fisting in her hair and pulling her closer.
She smiled against his stomach and nibbled her way up toward his chest, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses in her wake. She looked up to meet his eyes for a brief second before she closed her mouth over his nipple and sucked.
Oliver cried out, his hand tightening in her hair. Encouraged by his reaction, Chloe scraped his nipple lightly with her teeth and sucked it again. She felt his body jerk and kissed her way to his other nipple, sucking that one into her mouth as well.
“I’ve been thinking about this since that night you rescued me from the mugger,” Chloe said against his skin. She slowly licked his chest, her tongue sliding down his hard stomach toward his belly button.
His cock twitched, straining painfully against the confines of his boxers. If her mouth moved any lower, Oliver knew he was going to embarrass himself. He gripped her shoulders and pulled her up to capture her mouth with his. He eased her body back down onto the mattress, using his weight to pin her beneath him.
Chloe welcomed the heaviness of him over her, trembling with need as warmth pooled between her thighs. She let her hands slide back into his hair, bringing his face closer to her as his mouth continued to ravish hers, kissing, licking and sucking her like he couldn’t get enough. She understood that feeling all too well. No matter how close she got to him, it never seemed to be enough, she always wanted more.
Oliver’s hands gently inched her knees apart and she groaned into his mouth as another wave of lust poured through her. His touch was light as a feather against her quivering flesh. His hand lifted and his eyes met hers, the hungry look he gave her making her gasp. “I want to taste you, Chloe.”
She shivered almost violently under his seductive gaze. Her mind was a blank slate, so she just watched him as he lowered himself between her legs, his hands sliding up to caress her inner thighs. His long fingers moved higher, ghosting over her sex, her hips bucking in a plea at the slight touch.
His thumb rubbed lightly over her swollen clit and Chloe’s body practically arched off the mattress. Oliver kissed her thigh soothingly, gripping her hips to keep her in place.
“Ollie,” Chloe begged, her legs spread further, desperate to have his mouth on her. “Please.”
He swiped his tongue along her wet folds, taking her clit into his mouth and alternated between sucking hard and scraping his teeth gently over her. Chloe let out a ragged gasp, clutching the bedspread beneath her.
“Oh God, Ollie,” she panted.
Without warning, he slid a finger into her wet heat and Chloe screamed, writhing beneath him. Her heat enveloped him and he could feel her walls pulsating, letting him know just how close she was to the edge. Oliver slipped a second finger inside her warm channel.
“You’re so tight, Chloe,” he breathed against her skin.
The aroused edginess in his tone made her tremble. She grasped his hair, tugging his head back where she needed him. She felt him smirking against her before his tongue circled her clit again and she practically sobbed out his name.
Oliver could feel her flesh swelling under his fingers and tongue. Wanting to feel her come on his tongue, he licked her clit, rolling his tongue over it from top to bottom, side to side. Her thighs tightened around his face and her hand gripped the strands of his hair almost painfully. The pain only amped his pleasure and he sucked her clit harder. Her whole body tightened, and then pulsed with her release, coating his tongue.
“You taste so good,” Oliver said, his tongue lapping up her flavor. “Even better than I imagined,” he teased.
Chloe whimpered, her head falling back against the pillow as she struggled to breathe. Even as she wondered if it was possible to die from an onslaught of pleasure, Oliver’s mouth pressed against her thigh. He leisurely sucked the skin into his mouth, just hard enough to leave a mark and she could feel the pressure building between her legs again.
He kissed his way up her slick body, taking his time to enjoy her the way her soft skin felt beneath his lips. Chloe’s hips bucked against his, a moan falling from her lips when she felt his hardness pressed against her. While Oliver’s lips feasted on her neck, she slipped her hand beneath the waistband of his boxers and gripped his shaft in her hand.
Oliver let out a strangled groan, his teeth sinking into her neck as her small hand continued to squeeze him. He quickly pulled her hand away, pinning both her hands above her head as he stared down at her.
“Tell me what you want, Chloe.”
“You,” Chloe replied without hesitating. She struggled to free her hand from his grip so she could touch him. “Please, Ollie, I want you,” she cried.
Oliver let go of her hands and covered her mouth with his. Chloe wrapped her arms around him, pressing his body firmly against hers. Her hands kneaded the muscles in his back as his tongue explored the depths of her mouth. He pulled away from her long enough to discard his boxers and grab a condom from the nightstand.
Chloe watched him as he rolled it on, her body throbbing with anticipation for finally having him inside her. He lowered himself back on the bed and her legs parted even further to welcome him between her thighs. He kissed her slowly, his weight braced on his knees as he slid two fingers inside her body again. She bucked against his hand as he stretched her.
“Ollie,” she moaned, frustrated that he was hesitating.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Oliver replied. As wet as she was, her body was still tight and the last thing he wanted was to cause her any pain.
Chloe cupped his face in her hands and tilted his head to meet her gaze. “Ollie, I trust you. Please,” she said.
He nodded, leaning down to kiss her lips tenderly. Gripping her hips, he eased himself to her entrance, the tip of his cock brushing against her wet folds. He held her gaze, watching her face carefully as he slid into her body. Her channel was tight and Oliver felt her stiffen beneath him. Gently, he reached between their bodies and stroked her clit.
“Relax, Chloe, just breathe,” he whispered.
Chloe nodded, focusing on his soothing voice. She wanted this, but it had been a long time since she’d been with anyone. He kissed her again, his tongue moving over hers as he pushed himself further inside her. Chloe clutched his biceps in her hands, stroking the hard muscles between her fingers until she felt herself relaxing.
Oliver held onto his control, nearly shaking from the effort. He continued stroking her clit until she lifted her hips suddenly, taking him even further into her body. They both groaned at the sensation.
The feel of him buried in her body unleashed a fresh surge of need and a flood of warmth in her chest. Chloe looked up at him and saw him watching her, a soft smile on his face. She couldn’t help wondering how she had gotten so lucky to have this beautiful man looking at her like she was so precious to him. Reaching up, she stroked his cheek softly.
Oliver pressed his lips to her wrist, his chest tightening as he watched her watching him. She was absolutely perfect and he had no idea what he had done to deserve her. Whatever it was, he was grateful and determined to do anything he had to keep her with him. The thought triggered something inside of him that he almost didn’t recognize.
Slowly, he began to move inside of her, careful not to hurt her in case she needed more time to adjust to his length. The sensation lit her up, and then exploded through her body. She absorbed the power of his surge by moving with him, opening to him completely.
More warmth flooded her chest and Chloe wrapped her legs around him as she tried to grip him tighter, keep him closer. Oliver groaned, panted, sinking deeper into her body. He picked up speed, setting a hard rhythm. His eyes remained on hers, his gaze never wavering as sensations flowed between their bodies.
Oliver could see that she was close. He pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting into her again, harder and deeper and Chloe exploded beneath him. Her fingernails dug into his arms and she screamed his name, bursting into a million little pieces, her heart beating just for him as she was overcome by the mind-bending pleasure. He rode her through the orgasm, his own building as he watched her come undone.
The pleasure was excruciating, scorching beyond anything he’d ever experienced. The sensations inside him melded into a tight ache in his balls and he felt himself crashing over the edge, his orgasm exploding as he spilled himself inside of her.
Oliver grabbed her tighter, throwing an arm around her waist and bringing her slick body up against his. “Chloe,” he gasped as his mouth slammed over hers. He felt her lips moving beneath his and it still wasn’t enough for him. He buried his face in her neck, muttering against her skin, overcome with blinding ecstasy.
Dazed, Chloe could do nothing more than rub her hand up and down his slick back. She’d never experienced something so intense in her entire life. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire, humming from his touch. His body was heavy on top of hers, but she relished the feeling, hugging him closer as she lay back against the pillow and tried to catch her breath.
He kissed her neck softly, his tongue darting out to trace the pulse point in her throat making her moan. Knowing that he was crushing her, Oliver reluctantly pulled out of her body and shifted onto his back beside her.
“You okay, Sidekick?” he asked, his voice still rough as he fought to breathe normally.
Chloe turned her head to look at him beside her. The warmth in his eyes instantly brought a smile to her face. “I’m a lot better than okay,” she said. She wasn’t sure there were enough words in the English language to describe what she was feeling at that moment.
“Glad to hear it,” Oliver replied. He brushed his lips against hers. “I’ll be right back.” He headed for the bathroom to get rid of the condom.
Despite her body’s reluctance, Chloe sat up long enough to pull the bedspread and sheets back and slid between the soft silk. Oliver returned a minute later, sliding in beside her and pulling her tightly against him.
She shifted her body in his arms, wrapping one arm around his waist and letting the other hand rest on his chest as she looked up at him. He smiled and pressed another tender kiss to her lips.
“You should get some sleep,” he said, stroking her hair gently. “But not too much because there are so many more things I want to do to you.” He grinned.
She shivered, her arm tightening around his waist. “Maybe you should take your own advice,” she suggested. Her hand went to his cheek, stroking just beneath the bruise. She knew he’d never admit it, but going ten rounds with a guy hopped up on drugs couldn’t have been easy on him even if he had come out victorious. “It’s been a long day,” she reminded him.
“It wasn’t that bad,” he said, pressing his lips to her hair. “Besides, if this is my reward, I’ll let guys hit me more often,” Oliver teased.
Chloe rolled her eyes. “Not funny,” she said, her voice turning serious. “You could have gotten hurt, Oliver.” Her stomach clenched at the thought.
“But I didn’t.” Oliver could see that she wasn’t convinced and he held her tighter. “Chloe, I know you thought I was being reckless, but I knew what I was doing. I knew I could beat those guys and I did. I’m sorry you had to see it though.”
Chloe shook her head. “This isn’t about me, Ollie. I get that you put yourself in dangerous situations all the time. We all do because we believe we’re making the world a better place by taking down places like that. I just need to know that you’re risking your life for the right reasons and not just for the thrill of it,” she said.
Oliver watched her for a moment, not saying anything and then he pressed his lips against her forehead. “I get why you’re scared, Chloe,” he said softly. “But I promise you that I’m not taking chances just for the rush. I wouldn’t do that to you.”
The honesty in his eyes had her heart wanting to burst from her chest. Chloe knew that she loved Oliver, she’d told Lois as much. But she wasn’t sure until that moment just how much she loved him. She swallowed hard to keep the tears from welling in her eyes.
“I’m just glad you’re okay,” she said.
“I’m fine, Chloe. I’m better than fine,” Oliver corrected himself. He lifted her body higher against his, enjoying the friction of her naked breasts rubbing his chest. His gaze held hers. “As long as I have you, nothing can touch me,” he told her.
“You have me,” Chloe said softly.
Always, she thought to herself as his mouth took possession of hers once more.
Sixteen.