19. Olivia
OLIVIA
L ucas held my hand in his, nearly dragging me down the hall toward our room. When we were steps away from the door, I dug in my heels, creating a pull on his arm and swinging him back toward me.
He said nothing, just stood in front of me, waiting for the words that wanted to burst out of me.
After a moment of gathering courage, I blurted out, “What are we doing, Lucas? When we walk through that door? We’ve been here before and we’ve both been acting like nothing happened. Is that what’s going on? Because I don’t think I can do that again. So if that’s the plan, I’d rather–”
His mouth crushing mine cut me off. Damn him, because I instantly melted into the kiss. He stepped forward, forcing me to step back until my back was against the wall and his eclipsing body pressing into mine.
I could feel every solid ridge and plane. Every dip and curve. He was hard, molten heat against me, transferring all that warmth until every cell in my body was on fire.
He pulled his mouth away, and steel eyes focused intently on mine.
“I’ll be honest with you, Olivia.” He sighed as if he’d done his best, but was finally throwing in the towel.
“I’ve fought this thing between us for months.
I didn’t want to be unprofessional, to put you in a compromising position.
And selfishly, I didn’t want to lose Helen’s project if things went poorly between us. ”
At my confused expression, he let out a more annoyed breath of air.
“You act like you’re just along for the ride because Helen’s your friend. But it’s not true. You’re talented and she knows it. And yes, on top of that, she also loves you. If it came down to it and she needed to pick one of us, it would be you.”
He waited a moment, letting his words sink in, before adding, “And I don’t blame her one bit. I would do the same.”
My whole body was going haywire between how turned on I was physically and how emotional his words were making me. It meant everything to have Lucas praise my talent, but he couldn’t possibly think Helen would fire him, could he?
He continued as his brow set in a determined arch, “But I’m way past caring about being professional and she can take the whole fucking project from us. I don’t care. I need to touch you, Olivia.”
I let out a loud, incredulous laugh. Was that genuinely his hesitation? “Helen would never take the project from you, Lucas. She values the work you do and knows there isn’t anyone better. Plus, she’s too fond of seeing you in those work boots.”
Lucas shook his head, a wide grin slowly replacing his serious scowl.
“Well, it’s settled then. I know what I want.” He leaned into me further until I could feel the proof of just how much he wanted me against my stomach. His hand grazed the side of my face and kept it steady in order to hold his stare. “What I’ve wanted.”
He leaned down, his mouth hovering just a breath from mine, sharing heated exhales. “What do you want, Angel?”
My mind had known the answer for a while now. My body knew the instant we met.
“You. Just you,” I told him, never more sure of anything in my life.
I watched his whole body relax with relief before rapidly tightening back up with restrained lust. His head dipped down to take my mouth in a frantic and ravenous kiss. This was nothing like the one on the patio at cocktail hour.
No, this kiss was a promise that it was just the beginning. Lucas moved his hands to my hips and lifted me to rub the hard evidence of his desire against my center.
After one pass up and down his body, I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist, making it easier for him to grind our bodies together.
He groaned into my mouth and pressed me harder against the wall .
“Lucas,” I breathed. “The room.”
He immediately turned and walked with me in his arms, never breaking our kiss. When we reached our door, he mumbled against my mouth, “Key.”
I fumbled in my bag for our room key, handing it over. I heard the door unlock and Lucas turned us, using his back to open the door. As soon as we were through it, he slammed our entwined bodies against it.
He trailed kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, up to my ear. He somehow already knew kissing the spot just behind my earlobe drove me wild and licked it before giving it a soft suck.
An actual shiver skated down my body and I felt Lucas’s smile against my skin. His hands moved from my hips, underneath my top, and splayed out against my rib cage. His thumbs barely grazed the underside of my breasts.
I pushed into his palms and squirmed, willing him to move higher. With his face buried in my neck, Lucas chuckled at my attempt.
“If you want me to touch you, Angel, you just have to ask.”
I wasn’t surprised. Since the day I met Lucas, he’d forced me to verbalize any direction or opinion I had. It made sense he wanted it now, too. So I gave him what he wanted.
“Please touch me, Lucas.”
He pulled back to look me in the eye as his hands moved up to cup me and his thumbs ran back and forth over my peaked nipples.
His touch was one thing, but combined with the direct eye contact, I was squirming, searching out any friction I could.
“Your mouth, Lucas.”
“Ah, she’s a quick learner. Good job, baby.”
He carried me to the bed and placed me in the center. As I stared up at him, he pulled up the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head.
Not expecting anyone to see me this weekend, I was wearing a simple cotton bralette in a deep wine color. Lucas didn’t seem to register it as he ran his hands up my sides, gathering the garment as he went. Soon it joined my top on the floor, exposing me to him for the first time.
Lucas took a deep breath and settled over me on the bed.
“You’re gorgeous Liv.”
He filled his hands with my breasts again and kneaded them.
“So much better than anything I could have imagined.”
“You pictured me naked?” I teased.
He laughed darkly. “No, sweetheart. I pictured fucking you.”
God, his mouth.
I could feel the heat of a full body blush race across my skin.
Then he lowered his body and captured one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and teasing one at a time. He played with them until he found what I liked and then he lavished me with that exact pressure and attention, twirling his tongue and sucking gently while continuing to massage me .
I was so turned on; I was shamelessly rubbing against his thigh, likely leaving a wet spot on his pants.
“That’s it, Liv. Use me to feel good,” he encouraged me as I arched to grind harder against him.
I was becoming desperate for release. So desperate, I heard myself warning him of my incoming orgasm and begging him not to stop.
That was when he removed his mouth and stood up, also taking his leg away. I actually cried out in frustration.
He leaned back down and ran his hand down my cheek. “Don’t worry, Angel. You’ll get there. I want it to be so good for you, but I need to actually feel you. Need to taste you.”
He hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of my pants and underwear. Making eye contact with me, he asked, “Is this okay?”
I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded.
He didn’t move. Just stared at me with one brow slightly arched.
Right.
“Yes.”
He slid my clothing down my legs, taking my sandals with them. I was now completely bare while he was fully clothed. Unfair. But before I could voice my complaint, he grabbed my legs at the knees, pulled me to the edge of the bed, and dropped to his own knees.
“Can I taste you now, Olivia?”
Damnit. The way he talked was so hot.
“Yes.” It definitely didn’t come out as steady as I’d hoped.
“Thank you, baby,” he whispered as he slowly kissed his way up my thigh. When he reached the apex, he flattened his tongue over my clit, bringing back the sensation I’d been chasing.
He slowly increased the pressure and speed until I was again arching, searching for more. It felt so amazing, but I needed more.
Against me he muttered, “Ask, baby.”
“Your hands, Lucas. Your fingers.”
He hummed against my clit; the vibration making me needier. Then he gave me what I asked for, dipping two fingers inside me. The mixed sensations were exactly what I needed.
I began climbing again, higher than before. He pumped his fingers in and out in a slower rhythm than his tongue, creating dueling sensations. He kept each pace steady as I rocked into him, desperate for everything he was giving me.
When my body snapped, I cried out as every muscle tensed and squeezed around Lucas.
He just kept going, milking spasms and cries from me until I worried I might die by orgasm.
When my movements finally fluttered out, he gave my clit one last slow lick with his flattened tongue, eliciting a full body shiver, then crawled up my body.
“You’re delicious, Angel. Just like I knew you would be.”
All I could do was smile, completely blissed out in a post orgasmic haze. But then I remembered my complaint.
“You’re wearing entirely too much clothing, Lucas.”
He smiled back .
“Liv, I didn’t bring condoms on this trip. I’m happy to make you come all weekend just like that.”
I hesitated.
“I’m on birth control and I know I’m clean. I haven’t had sex in …a while.”
He stilled.
“How long is a while?”
I hesitated again before muttering, “Almost two years…”
His eyes became ravenous and the air between us crackled with banked heat.
“Have you been waiting for me, Angel?”
A noise escaped me. I wasn’t sure if it was an affirmation or a plea. Somehow I was worked up again, already rocking my hips unconsciously searching for him.
“Say it.”
I couldn’t think. I wanted to do what he asked, but I was having trouble forming words.
He leaned down next to my ear and whispered, “Sweetheart, I will clear my schedule and edge you into next week if I don’t hear you say it.”
His words were like an electric shock to my system, ramping up my desire at a concerning pace. I blinked to focus my vision on him and clear the last of the fog he’d put me under.
“Yes. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“That's it.” He captured my mouth, kissing me deep and slow.
When he pulled away for a moment, I was vaguely aware of his shirt being removed.
Then I watched him rise to remove his pants.
I took in his strong body. Not sculpted like a gym body, but solid like he earned every muscle through hard labor.
Knowing that was exactly the case made me want him even more desperately. When he toed out of his shoes and dropped his pants, my eyes shot to his hard length, jutting from his body. The sight of him, the anticipation of taking him into my body, had my breaths coming rapidly, my mouth dry.
How did this man continue to be more of everything I wanted as he exposed each new part of him?
He reached down and moved two fingers inside of me, swiping them back and forth. His other hand danced circles around my clit until I was squirming beneath him, ready to crash again.
In no time at all, I was panting so heavily; I was genuinely concerned about my oxygen intake.
“That’s it Angel.”
He leaned down and took my mouth in a deep kiss, the sensation combined with his fingers making me whimper.
He moved his kisses to my cheek, down my jaw, to just below my ear again. At the same time, he scooped his hands under my shoulders and curled them over me from behind.
“Olivia. I want to fuck you now. Are you ready for that?”
How was this man making consent so hot?
“Yes,” I exhaled. “Please.”
He breathed out deeply and with his head buried in my neck, thrust into me in one hard push to the hilt. I gasped for air, working to adjust every part of me that needed it. My body, my heart, my mind. He was everywhere. He gave me a moment, allowing my body to work around him.
“Fuck, Angel. You feel incredible,” he grit out through clenched teeth.
Then he began to slowly rock inside me, loosening me up and intensifying the pleasure with every gentle thrust. I loved how he was just slightly fucking me while I was still so tight and feeling impossibly full.
He pulled out only an inch or two before pushing back in, hitting just the right spot over and over.
How he knew this would get me off, I couldn’t begin to imagine, but I shelved that thought for later.
He continued moving while he alternated between kissing me and whispering dirty praise in my ear.
“You’re so wet baby.”
“You’re taking me so good.”
“Look at you, full of me and flushed. Gorgeous girl.”
All the praise was like orgasm building blocks and I was there quicker than I thought possible. I went off like a bomb, convulsing in waves that he stoked over and over with his same staccato rhythm.
When I came up for air and he asked me, “Want to fuck you hard now, baby. Would you like that?” There was only one correct answer.
So he did.
He pulled all the way out and slammed back into me, hitting that same spot, but in a totally different way. Since he’d worked me up so much, the sensation kept me close to the edge of the orgasm I’d just ridden out.
He kept going and we built our release together. He grew harder inside me as he climbed closer to his own release.
“Come with me Liv.”
And I did. His movements stayed steady as long as possible before his own release forced him to be more frantic.
When he collapsed on my body, he ran his hands over my head, cupping it.
“Stunning. You’re gorgeous when you come, baby. Good job.”
I smiled and licked my parched lips, arching my hips toward him, where we were still joined.
He laughed and shook his head.
“Oh, baby. You are going to be a problem.”