FOUR
CALEB
“Olivia.”
She holds up a hand as though to hold me off.
As if that would keep me from going to her.
My adrenaline is off the charts, fueled by the jealous rage I felt when I saw Olivia wrapped in Wyatt’s arms.
Wyatt’s my buddy. We’ve gone out and been each other’s wingmen, and we’ve partied with some girls in town for the season. I know what the man is capable of when it comes to the ladies.
So, seeing him sidle up to Olivia, wrap an arm around her shoulders, and have his hand dangerously close to her tits that are barely covered in that tight excuse for a shirt? And her not turn him away?
It made me want to murder my friend.
I stalk over to her and put my hands on the wall next to her head, caging her between my body and the building. “Look at me.”
She lifts her chin and stares back at me, defiance in her eyes. “What?”
“Are you okay?”
“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?”
I narrow my eyes at her, trying to keep my blood from boiling. “What was that in there?”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “What do you mean?”
“You and Wyatt.”
She tilts her head and gives me a withering look. “I don’t ask about your business with Barbie and her bestie, so stay out of mine.”
I study her eyes. “Are you jealous?”
She scoffs and looks away. “Of course not.”
“Liar.”
Her eyes come back to mine, flashing with anger. “I’m not.”
“Because we’re just friends, right?”
“Exactly,” she says through gritted teeth.
I watch her for a moment. I’m not imagining it—there’s definitely been a shift between us this time. I’ve been jealous before, having watched her dating other men. But this time, it’s different being around her.
While I ended up with minor injuries out of my wreck, the fact that I’d almost been shot shook me more than the accident itself. The whole situation had me thinking differently.
Life is short. Maybe it’s time to test the waters with Olivia.
“Well, guess what? I was jealous.”
Her eyes widen. “You were?”
“I wanted to rip Wyatt’s head off.”
She bites her lip. “I wanted to rip Blondie’s extensions out of her head.”
I shift closer and brush against her chest, the heat from her body burning me from the inside out. “Oh yeah, why?”
Her chin comes up, holding my stare, and our noses almost touch. “Because she’s tasted you. She knows what your lips feel like on hers. She’s felt the weight of your body on hers. Inside hers. And I want to know that.”
Fuck me. My cock hardens to the point of pain that takes my breath away.
She breaks the stare by looking down and shaking her head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You’re my best friend, and I don’t want to mess that up. Just go back inside, and I’ll be in shortly. You owe me a bad rendition of ‘I’ve Got You Babe.’”
Her words are like ice water on the fire. I take a step back and drop my arms. I want to give her space, but I don’t want her feeling bad about what she said.
Because I loved hearing those words from her mouth—more than a friend should, but here we are.
I may never have a moment like this again. I’m walking the line here. And I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.
I move forward and take her face in my hands. “Olivia, look at me.”
For a moment, I think she’s going to be stubborn. But then she raises her head, and those summer-sky-blue eyes are a mix of emotions.
Some of them I don’t dare to hope for.
It’s now or never.
“I want that too. I want to know what you taste like…everywhere. Your mouth, your skin, your pussy. I want you to wrap those long legs around my waist, your hips meeting mine when I drive my cock inside you. I want it all, Olivia. All of it.”
Her eyes darken and those pretty pink lips part. The column of her slim neck moves as she swallows. “How long have you…”
I close my eyes briefly before meeting hers again. I can’t tell her all that yet. I am already risking her running by what I’ve just told her.
The fucking head south of the border is doing the thinking tonight, so I evade the best I can.
“Long enough.”
Her breath quickens and her gaze drops to my lips. She touches my lips, outlining them with the tips of her fingers. Her touch—this kind of touch—makes my knees weak.
After tracing the lines of my lips, she meets my eyes again. “Just once, Caleb. Let’s have one night together.”
I raise a brow. “Get it out of our systems?”
“Yes, exactly. And then I’ll go back to Dallas, and we’ll go back to being best friends like always.”
I’m not sure I will ever get her out of my system if I have her. But if I have to choose between spending one glorious night with her versus none at all?
There’s no contest.
Her eyes study me, waiting for me to answer.
I slip my hands behind her neck and tighten my fists in her hair, pulling back slightly, bringing that mouth right where I want it.
“I’m in,” I murmur, just before my mouth covers hers.
She opens for me, her tongue sliding against mine and I’m…In…Heaven.
Her mouth is a fucking inferno, setting my blood to boiling, with the faint taste of vodka on her breath. I tilt my head to take the kiss deeper, swallowing her gasps and moans.
Those moans are nearly my undoing, and I haven’t even touched her yet.
While I enjoy the kissing—it is the best fucking kiss of my life—I want to do things to her that I know are against several penal codes if caught in public.
I pull away slightly, nipping at her bottom lip as I go.
“Livvie…”
Her eyes flutter open and they’re glazed over with desire. “Yeah?” she whispers.
“Time to go home.”
We make it to the car in record time, and I take her keys, knowing I can get us home faster on these roads than she can.
I grip the steering wheel, glancing over at her as I try to drive somewhat normally and not like I have a steel pipe in my pants. With the shadows of the night filling the car, her dark hair and eyes bewitch me.
I lick my lips. “Unzip your pants.”
“Now?”
I glance over and lock eyes with her and repeat slowly, “Unzip your pants, Livvie.”
Her smile is sultry as she reclines the seat. “You’re bossy. I like it.”
The scent of her perfume permeates the car, and the sound of her lowering zipper is abnormally loud. I blow out a breath and hazard another glance her way. “Slide your hand into your panties and tell me how wet you are for me.”
Her breath catches, but she does what I say. I know when her fingers graze her clit because she lets out a little moan.
“Talk to me, Livvie. How wet is your pussy?”
“Soaking wet.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” she hisses out, moving her hand a little faster.
I turn into my driveway, braking to a hard stop. I shut off the car and grab her wrist, stopping her movements. “Uh-uh. The only one getting you off tonight is me.”
I tug her hand from her panties and bring her fingers to my mouth. Her chest heaves as she watches me, her eyes hooded.
I grin, sucking each digit one by one.
She tastes like candy and heady secrets. I can’t wait to get my tongue on her. “Hmmm…you taste incredible.”
“Caleb?” She’s panting like she’s run uphill both ways in the snow.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Take me inside and fuck me.”
I grin. “I like a woman who knows what she wants.”
“We’ve got one night. You want to waste it talking?”