“Tell me to stop,” he whispered down close to the shell of her ear where he bowed his head. His breath had quickened as his heart picked up to a nervous beat that thrummed frantically. Adrenaline that he was no close to his dead best friend’s<i>woman </i>kicked through his veins and pounded behind his eyes. His breath shuddered against her skin as his face drifted away from her warm scent to nuzzle down onto the crown of her head. He breathed deep and smiled, an ironic twist of her lips against the dark mane of her hair.<br/><br/>The fact that she leaned back against his chest was an encouragement. It tightened his arms around her waist and made his fingertips bold as they teased across the exposed skin of her stomach. He dragged her harder against him. Even though he had uttered the words, Oliver didn’t<i>want </i>her to tell him to stop. He didn't want to stop either.<br/><br/>He waited until she had typed his contact information into her phone and sunk back into him before his mind could spine around the fact that<i>this </i>was even happening. Oliver didn't covet other men's women – and somewhere in his mind he hadn't quite let go of the fact that Nathan was no longer in the picture. That somehow doing<i>this </i>was going to defile their friendship. It was these thoughts that warred around in his mind when she ran her hands like twin lightning bolts up his arms, his muscles jerking in time to the contact. Sighing into her hair, his body moved on its own accord, based on instinct. One hand slid up her abdomen, right between her breasts, over her collar bone, until his fingers grasped her chin with a mixture of firm and gentle. Tilting her head, he held her head in place as fervent hazel eyes searched her dark ones.<br/><br/>For an answer. Something.<br/><br/>His nostrils flared watching the desire flare up across her face, his own wild and reflected in the stare that bore down into hers. His hand shifted, curving along the delicate trace of her jaw until his thumn plied at her full lower lip, its calloused pad teasing the lower tier gently. Then it drifted away, stroking along her cheek. “Tell me what this is then,” he responded in a low voice.<br/><br/>“I don't care about Mac right now,” he continued roughly. This time his head weaved down so that his mouth was dangerously close to her own. Still, there was hesitation, that inner war waging. “I want you to tell me what you want, Gen, or this stops now,” he murmured darkly.<br/><br/>His lips brushed across her own to ignite the spark. His arms flexed where they cocooned her against his chest as he fought the urge to crush her mouth instead of just graze it. And all the while his eyes were wide open and waiting.