Chapter 23 Olivia
TWENTY-THREE
olivia
As soon as Lindy and Austin closed the front door, I checked on Cooper. He was still zoned in on his video game—I might have given him an hour, but he would never track that on his own.
I backed down the hallway, crooking my finger to get Nate’s attention. Oh, that man’s eyes never left mine. The invisible thread between us guided us down the hall. I looked quickly, my room? His? We had time, but how much?
Fuck it. Laundry room, the only room we’d have an excuse to be alone together. I opened the door, dragging Nate in behind me and slamming it behind us. The light came on automatically. “Fuck!” I swore. Not that I wanted to hide in the dark, but the light underneath the door would give us away.
Nate leaned his back against the door. I almost lost it.
“God, look at you,” I said.
“Look at you,” he said with an adorable smirk, causing his eyes to crinkle.
I leaned into him, placing my thumb on his lip. “This lower lip makes me think some deep thoughts—”
“Oh?” he asked.
I stood on my tiptoes, placed a hand on his chest, and stared up at him. “I’m gonna need a little help, big guy.”
Shit, I got lost in his eyes as his fingers threaded into my curls, tangling as he held my entire head in his hand, tugging and leaning down. My groan of frustration when he turned my head away was chased by my sigh when his breath ghosted over my neck as he kissed his way to my sensitive jaw.
“I know you’ve watched me play ball, Liv. What do you notice when I’m on the field?” His hot breath on my neck nearly erased all rational thoughts.
“Um, yeah. You’re very good.”
Very good, Liv? Jesus, he’s a fucking God in that uniform; watching him move has helped you orgasm no less than nine times in the last four days.
He chuckled. “I meant how I play the field—I see everything, feel it in my bones. I see you, Liv, and while I’m not the most experienced man you’ll ever be with, I can guarantee I’m the most motivated man you’ll ever meet.
I’m going to learn your body—” his mouth dragged across my jaw, sending a bolt of arousal to my core.
“I’m going to figure out not just what you like—but what makes you scream. ”
“Be careful—” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “You’re gonna start a fire we don’t have time to put out.”
“I’m patient. You think I always get the right pitch when I’m at the plate? I can wait, because when the timing is right, I’m gonna hit that ball, and hit it well.”
When he stopped talking, his lips were less than a breath from mine.
I leaned in and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, letting my teeth gently bite down.
He groaned as his arms wrapped around me and dragged my body against his.
His mouth opened, and I pressed forward, kissing him like I had something to prove.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. His mouth, his tongue, licked into my mouth, and we found a rhythm, working together like it was what we were meant to do.
He backed me towards the washing machine and lifted me onto it, without breaking contact.
But holy hell, the new position lined our bodies up so I could feel his erection. It pressed right where I wanted it.
My hand ached to touch him, but we were in the laundry room with my son down the hall and my brother returning any minute.
I pulled away, breathless. “We have to stop—”
“Yeah—” But instead his mouth swept in for one more kiss, which quickly escalated until I was recklessly grinding against him. This time, he pulled away, forehead resting on mine while we caught our breath.
“Sneak into my room tonight,” I said.
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“I’ve gotta go make sure Cooper gets to bed.” I hopped off the washing machine and cringed at the sound I made when I landed on the floor.
“Not a dancer, were you?” Nate joked.
“Nope. I might be small, but I’ve always found a way to sound like a herd of elephants. And you—” I said, looking down at the serious-looking tent in his shorts—“should let that calm down before you rejoin the rest of us.”