Chapter 7 With One Spoon of Sugar
with one spoon of sugar
Olivia hadn’t even wanted to attend the gala, cursing Jack under her breath the entire drive there. But now, as the headlights of Jaime’s navy-blue hybrid sedan trailed her all the way home, she couldn’t deny the elation simmering beneath her skin.
She didn’t let herself revel in it—she knew better. There was no future with Jaime. Something that usually brought her peace made her knuckles pale on the steering wheel, her hands clammy as uncertainty gnawed at her.
Olivia preferred getting involved with strangers, people with whom she had no ties, no connection, where a reunion was ruled out from the start.
Jaime Lachlan didn’t fit into this category, and without their chance encounter at the bar, away from home with all its obligations and responsibilities, she’d likely never have acted on her fascination for the aloof, controlled woman who always seemed to be a step ahead of everyone.
Now she was on her way to repeat her first folly. Yet how could she resist? At least they’d had enough sense to break apart in the bathroom before someone else had entered.
They arrived at her bungalow too quickly. After turning off the engine, Olivia curled her hands into fists, counting to ten before stepping out of the car, determined to project the confidence she wished she felt.
Jaime parked next to her and strode over, locking her car with a swift motion. She glanced from Olivia to the house. “I can’t say I’m surprised you live here. A historic bungalow—let me guess, you’ve updated the insides, nothing too sleek or modern, more homey and comfortable?”
Olivia nodded, her mind racing.
“Isn’t it a bit of a drive from work?”
“No. I like driving. And… I’m close to Freedom Park. I run there every Sunday morning.” Was this all a snap judgment, or had Jaime contemplated her living situation before?
“So?” Jaime prompted, her gaze still wandering over the house.
“Oh, yes, let’s go inside.” Olivia took the lead, rolling her eyes at her own awkwardness. She wasn’t in the habit of bringing women home, which might account for her nerves firing like a faulty socket.
She placed her purse on the entrance table and strode toward the kitchen—she needed something to steady her nerves. “Do you want a drink? I have several dry red wines, or liquor, if you’re in the mood for something stronger.”
Jaime tilted her head, her smile sharp. “I thought you were more interested in seeing how my dress looks on your bedroom floor?”
“Right.” Olivia swallowed hard, stepping away from her wine rack. Heat surged as her pulse hammered in her throat. The drive here must have reestablished Jaime’s equilibrium while shattering her own.
Jaime raised an eyebrow, her voice dropping. “We don’t have to do this. I can just head back home.”
“Is that what you want?” Olivia asked, her voice more unsteady than she’d like.
Jaime chuckled, the sound rough and low, curling through the air between them. “I kissed you in a place where anyone could have walked in on us, left the gala, my award, and followed you all the way here. What do you think?”
“Oh,” Olivia breathed, blinking rapidly. She hadn’t thought of it like that. God, what were they doing?
“But maybe you’ve changed your mind?” Jaime teased, her gaze lingering on Olivia.
Olivia straightened, taking a slow breath before closing the distance between them. “Not a chance.” Her voice sounded firmer now as her nerves steadied, or better, shifted into a different mode.
Jaime smiled, allowing Olivia to pull her close and capture her lips. What started as a soft, tentative kiss grew in intensity, both reclaiming the spark from earlier, their hunger for each other quick to reignite.
Olivia maneuvered them toward the bedroom, drawing Jaime closer to the bed. She broke the kiss, gazing in wonder at Jaime’s flushed face and kiss-swollen lips. “Turn around,” she croaked.
Jaime raised one manicured eyebrow, but heeded Olivia’s request.
Olivia’s fingers trembled when she raised her hand to pull down the zipper of Jaime’s dress. She ghosted her fingers up Jaime’s back, and as goosebumps pebbled Jaime’s skin, she slid the straps off her pale shoulders, watching the fabric pool at her feet. She worried her lower lip.
Jaime looked over her shoulder. “Do you like it?”
Olivia’s gaze shot back up. “Yes. I like even more how little you’re wearing beneath it.” She smiled when Jaime flushed and averted her gaze.
“The dress is a bit too snug for much.”
Olivia hummed, stepping closer and encircling Jaime, she covered her breasts with her hands, squeezing the warm flesh before brushing her thumbs over pert nipples.
Jaime sighed, leaning against her.
Trailing her hands down Jaime’s torso, Olivia slipped her fingers under the thin waistband of her thong before pulling it down.
“Why is it that I’m always naked while you’re still fully dressed?” Jaime turned, stepping out of her clothes and facing Olivia with an expression of pure challenge.
Olivia’s gaze roamed over Jaime’s nude body, and she licked her lips. God, the things she wanted to do, and—
“Olivia?”
Her gaze snapped back up to meet Jaime’s, and despite the heat rushing to her cheeks, she narrowed her eyes at Jaime’s smug expression.
“Let’s even the playing field then, shall we?
” Olivia undressed, much slower than she wanted, but she enjoyed the dazed look washing over Jaime as more and more of her skin was revealed.
“You’re gorgeous,” Jaime breathed before she pulled Olivia close, and together they tumbled onto the bed.
Olivia groaned when their kiss deepened. She sucked at Jaime’s tongue, scraping her teeth along the muscle.
Jaime broke away, hovering over Olivia with glassy eyes and blown pupils. “What do you want?”
Running her fingers along Jaime’s smooth back, Olivia gripped her ass, pulling her hips closer to slot in between her legs. “I want you to fuck me,” Olivia graveled.
Jaime gritted her jaw before dipping her head and resuming their heated kiss. Her fingers found Olivia’s breasts, and she rubbed her nipples. She shifted and began kissing along Olivia’s neck, sucking and softly nipping at the skin.
Jaime traced her tongue along Olivia’s collar bones before meandering farther south, kissing her breasts, drawing a nipple between her lips.
Olivia moaned, rocking her hips up as her hands found Jaime’s head. She dug her fingers into her scalp when Jaime sucked hard, rasping her teeth along the bud.
Jaime turned her focus to Olivia’s other breast, mouthing at the flesh before pulling the nipple into her searing mouth.
Digging her head deeper into the pillow, Olivia’s eyes fell shut and her hips continued their slow undulation against Jaime, overwhelmed by the liquid arousal Jaime chased through her veins.
She’d dreamed of this, despite having had little hope of getting another chance to experience Jaime’s passion, prepared to freeze on the outside.
“Jaime,” Olivia gasped, spreading her legs wider when Jaime scooted further down.
Jaime’s hot body, her stiff nipples trailing across Olivia’s skin, joined her mouth in setting Olivia’s nerves on fire. When Jaime settled between Olivia’s legs, she placed open-mouthed kisses against Olivia’s inner thighs.
Olivia’s hands had returned to Jaime’s head and now her grip tightened in her hair. She needed Jaime to touch her, not just play with her. She groaned when Jaime only ghosted her lips along her heat before shifting to her other thigh.
Jaime grasped Olivia’s thigh, her grip hard, almost bruising, and she bent down and licked along Olivia’s heat, her tongue set to explore every last spot making Olivia sigh and twitch without ever even grazing the hardened nub at the apex.
Olivia moaned, her neck straining as her chest heaved when Jaime set to massage her entrance with her tongue, pushing inside only to pull back out.
“Please.” Olivia panted after what seemed like an eternity of teasing.
Jaime pulled back.
A bereft whimper left Olivia’s dry lips. “No,” she croaked.
Jaime crawled back up, hovering over Olivia’s glistening, restlessly shuffling body. “I thought you might enjoy a taste,” Jaime breathed.
With a groan, Olivia grabbed Jaime’s head and pulled her down, licking into her mouth and losing herself in a hard, fiery kiss that almost made up for Jaime’s little payback.
Inspired by the memories of that night in the hotel room, Olivia shifted her hand, almost delirious with arousal when her fingers encountered the slick, hot heat and swollen flesh between Jaime’s legs.
Jaime drew back, and a broken, “No,” bled from her lips. “It’s my turn,” she pressed out while rolling her hips against Olivia’s fingers.
“Then stop moving,” Olivia ground out, her eyes wide as she gazed at Jaime’s face, her red cheeks, and the look of total abandon painting her features.
“Yes,” Jaime whispered. “I will.” Instead of stopping, she reclaimed Olivia’s lips and pushed her hips down, sinking onto Olivia with a drawn-out moan, shuddering when two of Olivia’s fingers penetrated her.
Olivia’s mouth fell open and she could only stare at Jaime, watching as she rode her fingers, relentlessly pursuing her release. After a moment, a few of Olivia’s brain cells regained consciousness, and she lifted her other hand to palm Jaime’s breast.
Jaime groaned and fell forward, kissing Olivia sloppily before pulling back. “Rub my clit,” she grunted, trembling when Olivia pulled out and painted hard and fast circles over Jaime’s clit.
“Come for me,” Olivia ground out, cupping Jaime’s cheek and drinking in the sight of her dark eyes, fluttering eyelids—as if she struggled to keep them open—parted lips, fast breaths spilling from her, and sweat-slicked skin. Jaime was a vision, and Olivia’s heart thumped in her chest.
Jaime’s breathing stopped, and she stilled, straining, almost as if she fought her release, but then she quaked, a rush of air left her, along with a drawn-out groan as she shuddered in her climax, collapsing on top of Olivia.
Olivia trailed her hands down Jaime’s back, her body still taut with restless, hard arousal, yet she also enjoyed the quiet moment with Jaime so spent, resting on top of her.
Jaime released a rough chuckle and raised her head. “I suppose that’s what I get for trying to turn the tables on you.”
Olivia smiled. “I tend to give as good as I get.”
“Noted.” Jaime held Olivia’s gaze for a moment before she canted her head. “You did rather rudely interrupt me, though.”
“You’ve only got yourself to blame. No one forced you to stop.”
“That’s what I’m getting for being kind enough to share.” Amusement glittered in Jaime’s eyes, her posture, her entire expression screamed relaxation, and a part of Olivia, a very stupid and mushy part, wanted to drown in it.
Jaime said nothing else, and instead, she shuffled to return to her spot between Olivia’s legs, pushing them apart wider, and gazing intently at Olivia’s heat.
Excitement slithered through Olivia, but she held still, sure no entreaty would convince Jaime to hurry.
“You’re gorgeous even here.”
Olivia groaned and shut her eyes as heat suffused her body.
“Look at me.”
Forcing her eyes open, Olivia caught Jaime’s heated gaze, the tension in her body close to snapping when Jaime held her gaze as she lowered her head and immediately sucked Olivia’s clit int her mouth.
Olivia whimpered. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she panted as arousal thrummed through her like a riot bent on razing everything to the ground.
Foremost, it lay waste to her sanity.
The onslaught of Jaime’s relentless tongue chased Olivia toward the edge at such a rapid pace, tears welled in her eyes and her heart labored on carving a way out of her chest.
“God,” Olivia groaned, her fingers paling as she gripped the bedsheets, trying to anchor herself against this rapid, dizzying climb.
Jaime added two fingers, pumping them in and out of Olivia without slowing the pace of her tongue.
Gyrating her hips, Olivia gritted her teeth as her arousal grew, washing away almost every other emotion or thought, and right when she feared she’d snap, her body stilled before trembling in a hard release that jerked through her, singeing her from head to toes.
Jaime didn’t stop, though she slowed down, and the soft strokes of her tongue and fingers guided Olivia through a series of aftershocks.
“Enough,” Olivia breathed, tugging at Jaime’s arm.
Jaime withdrew and crawled back up, resting next to Olivia, who struggled to keep her eyes open. “There’s a toothbrush in the second drawer in the bathroom,” she mumbled.
Jaime hummed. “I’m more curious about how you take your coffee.”
“Huh?” Olivia turned to look at Jaime, barely able to keep her eyes open.
“Your coffee. Or don’t you drink any?”
“Black…with one spoon of sugar,” Olivia said before falling asleep.