Chapter 18 Olivia #2
Our eyes lock, our warm clouds of breath mingling in the cold air. I want to kiss him. I want him to kiss me. I’m not sure how much longer I can last. Every second that passes, every moment we’re frozen, staring at one another, I can’t help but think he’s changing his mind.
His eyes drop to my mouth, down my neck to my chest, then back up, eating me alive with his starved gaze.
“I’m so fucking glad it’s you,” he says with relief, as his eyes stay trained on my lips before he crashes his mouth onto mine.
The kiss is molten.
His fingers tug on my hairband, the strands cascading over my shoulders. He groans into my mouth as he wraps my hair around his wrist.
The kiss is effortless. As if I’ve kissed him a million times. He’s familiar, yet new, his tongue testing mine with a gentle flick. I gasp down his throat, nibbling his bottom lip, wanting more, needing more.
I wrap my arms around his neck tighter, pulling myself closer, and he does the same.
Elias’s hands find sanctuary on my back, and his arms embrace me, one palm on my hip while the other rests on my shoulder, yanking me as close as possible to his warm body.
His chest is firm, and his stomach clenches when I turn my head, deepening the kiss.
A car honks driving by, ruining the moment completely when the passenger rolls down the window and cheers, “Woo! Hell yeah!”
Elias and I smile, our foreheads pressing against each other.
“Come on. Let’s get you inside, sweetheart. You must be freezing.”
The reminder that I’m wearing practically nothing hits me. The shock of the moment is wearing off. Only slightly, to clarify.
I shiver, my teeth chattering from the cold. My legs unwrap from around his waist but his hold on me intensifies.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I was going to show you to my apartment, so we aren’t out here all night. I am cold, now that you mention it.” My nose bumps his once, twice, before I swoop down to steal another kiss. His lips are firm, demanding, yet yield when I need them to.
His kiss has officially ruined any other kisses I have ever received.
“Tell me where to go. I’m not putting you down.” The way he looks at me, like I’m all that’s important in the world, has me holding my breath.
“Go up the stairs. I’m the first door on the right.”
He gives me a crooked grin. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”
Without putting me down, he manages to wrap his coat around me, pulling it tight across my back.
I snuggle into his chest, my face against his neck just like I’ve daydreamed.
I inhale, breathing in a strong scent of soap.
My hands coast up his pecs, then slide around his torso to bury my arms under the coat too.
Unable to stop myself, my lips begin to move on their own accord, brushing across the sensitive skin of his neck.
His fingers dig into the muscles of my shoulder, a growl trembling in his throat.
I can feel the vibrations against my lips, and it has me pulling myself tighter against him, gasping against his flesh.
My tongue becomes needy, dying for his taste. He climbs up the steps, pausing against the railing while I lick up the column of his throat.
“Fuck.” His hand squeezes my hip. “If you don’t want to get fucked on this staircase right now, you better stop,” he warns.
All I’d have to do is reach down, unzip his jeans, pull him out, and push my shorts to the side, and he could have me any way he wants.
“I can’t help it.” A husky whisper controls my tone. “I’ve craved you for so long.”
“You’re killing me,” he groans. “Which door again?”
I giggle, pressing a kiss against his Adam’s apple. “First door on the right.”
“I’m so glad you don’t live further up. I wouldn’t make it.” The warmth of my apartment hits my back, the hinges squeaking like they always do.
I’m too lost in him to hear the lock sliding into place.
Thinking he’ll put me down now, I try to unwrap myself from his body when he spins us, slamming me against the door.
“I’ve waited too long to waste another fucking second.” He rips off his coat, allowing it to slide free from his arms and onto the floor in a pile.
His wide palms slide across my jaw before gripping it, forcing me to look at him. “Unbelievable,” he says, more to himself than me.
Elias crashes his lips onto mine again, this kiss desperate, needy, and hot. Our lips get lost, the kisses becoming greedy and messy. He keeps his hand in place, controlling every movement.
My body is electrified. The cold that was infiltrating my bones melts away. He groans, taking my wrists in one hand to pin them above my head.
“You have no idea what you’ve done to me over the last few weeks.” He nips at my bottom lip, thrusting his hips into me.
I moan against his mouth when his hard length presses against me. I reach down, palming the impressive size over his jeans.
“Why don’t you tell me?” I whisper, sucking that plump bottom lip of his into my mouth.
I think I have an addiction to his lips. I can’t get enough. They’re perfect. Soft. Tender. Demanding. The top is slighter smaller than the bottom with a deep cupid’s bow that I want to trace with my tongue.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
I unzip his pants, sneaking my hand inside to find he isn’t wearing underwear. A small gasp escapes me. I wasn’t expecting the warmth of him to press against my hand so soon.
His knees buckle at the same time a broken whimper sounds from him. His lips part, his eyes closed, brows pinched. My hand wraps around the girth and I give his cock a slow, tentative stroke.
“Olivia,” he growls, slamming his mouth onto mine again. “Bedroom?”
“First door.” I tilt my head back when he nips down my neck. “On the left.”
The scent of the warm sugar candle hits my nose as he tosses me onto the bed. Those bright blue eyes are beacons in the shadowed room, calling me home.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He slicks his hair back again, a wayward piece deciding to be unruly and curling on his forehead.
“You had no idea how bad I wanted you in that conference room. The way you changed the air around me, the way you made it easier to breathe while wreaking havoc on my blood, I never thought I’d have a chance. ”
“You had a chance. You’ve been the only chance, Elias. This entire time.”
He tugs the long-sleeved black henley shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. I want to see everything. I stretch to turn on the lamp, casting that dim yellow glow across the room, and it shines directly onto him.
Golden skin, tattooed arms from shoulder to wrist. Intricate designs, almost gothic with statuesque angels and warriors. They’re beautiful.
Elias is beautiful.
I swallow audibly and push myself up onto my knees, crawling to the edge of the bed.
Unable to stop myself, I reach out to touch his stomach.
I take my time, lazily stroking the divots between his abs, loving how his stomach contracts with eager, lustful breaths.
I’m completely enamored. My attention is glued to his body, every hard line, every sculpted edge.
Every breath he takes, I fall a little deeper.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, quietly, as if I’m afraid to wake up someone else in the apartment. “Your body is a work of art.” I slide my hands up his sides, dragging my nails gently up his ribs, over his wide, sculpted pecs, over his shoulders, then down his arms.
Then up again.
Then down.
I’m not sure how long I’m there, touching him, marveling at the man standing in front of me, but eventually, he takes my hand and gives my knuckles a kiss.
“I’ve never had anyone take me in like this before,” he admits in the quiet room that’s only filled with our gasps.
I don’t miss the vulnerability in his voice.
“Lucky me. It means all my discoveries are mine and mine alone.” I lean in, kissing the middle of his abdomen. His soft, trimmed hair tickles my face.
He steps forward, his fingers drifting through my hair.
I don’t hurry. I don’t want to hurry. I want to take him in.
His body is so different in person than on camera.
It’s so much better live and in the flesh.
For weeks I’ve been gifted with his body to yearn for, to pleasure myself to, to come to, and I’ve dreamed of touching him for too many nights to ruin the moment I’ve been wishing for.
He might wake up tomorrow and decide this isn’t what he wants.
I’m going to relish this. Just in case.
My fingers find the waistband of his jeans, tracing the edge of his hips. When I look up at him, his head is tilted, eyes closed, and he’s murmuring something I can’t quite hear. It doesn’t take much to unbutton his jeans.
“Oh, fuck.” His eyes snap open, intense lightning-blue irises freezing me in place.
As I lower the zipper, the grinding metal sends my skin to a pebbled frenzy. His jeans hang low and I can see a faint V cut into his hips.
He is perfect.
And he’s mine.
Lucky. Me.
I dip my head down, trailing my tongue across his happy trail. From up above, he hisses, his fingers tightening on my scalp.
“So sensitive,” I tell him, sweet and grateful.
I drag my tongue to the left hip, kissing up the Adonis belt before licking down.
“Holy shit.”
My eyes find his when I hear his voice, knowing he needs to see me because I need to see him just as badly.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he orders, his features square and stoic.
“You’d have to kill me.” I kiss across his stomach, nipping at his lower rib when he flinches, and then a soft, sweet moan falls from his pink lips.
“What are you doing to me?” The question is confusion-laced.
I kiss up his chest, taking my time, my nails grazing across his nipple and causing him to jump. He seems so surprised.
“Exploring.” Isn’t that obvious?
Swirling my tongue over his beaded nipple, I suck it into my mouth, grazing my teeth on the sensitive flesh.
“What the fuck!” he shouts with another moan, tilting his head back.
An erotic view from down here.