Chapter 6
CHAPTER
SIX
HARRISON
I’m startled by Olive’s presence at my aunt’s office. I almost can’t imagine my good fortune. I came here to ask for her information. No, I was ready to beg, borrow, or steal it. My obsession has only grown, and now here she is right in front of me.
Perfect.
Except… has she been crying? Did her match write her and hurt her feelings?
I growl lowly at the thought of anyone making this angel cry.
Which is stupid because I know getting involved with me will likely end in tears for her.
She’ll want love, and that’s not in the cards for me or anyone with me. I’m a selfish bastard, I know it.
“Well,” Rita says, raising her brow in question. “Are you going after her or not?”
I shake my head, not even trying to guess as to how my aunt knows why I’m here.
But she’s right. If I don’t go after her now, I’ll lose my chance.
Something tells me I’ve only got this one.
Rita holds out an envelope as I pass, and I grab it, knowing without a doubt it’s another letter written by Olive for her match.
I shove it in my pocket as I practically run to the elevator. I catch it just before the doors close.
Olive looks up with wide, shocked eyes. She looks like a startled deer stuck in the headlights. It would be amusing if I didn’t want those blue eyes looking at me with interest, not fear. I step into the elevator and push the close door button, not wanting anyone else to join us.
She takes a step back, giving me space that I don’t want. I step closer until she’s backed against the wall, only a few scant inches between us. Her wide blue eyes take me in with curiosity. Her pink tongue pokes out and swipes at her full upper lip.
“Olive,” I growl her name before I crush my lips to hers.
She gasps and grips the lapels of my jacket.
I half expect her to pull away and slap me, but she doesn’t.
No, she doesn’t pull away at all. She pulls me toward her until our bodies are flush together.
Then she parts her lips, and her tongue lightly touches my bottom lip.
I part my lips and dive in, taking her mouth in a heated kiss, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. Without conscious thought, I pin her to the wall, my hand tangling in her long blonde curls, as my tongue completely possesses her.
We break apart, gasping, but I don’t stop.
Can’t stop. My lips move down her jaw to the long, smooth line of her throat.
I kiss and lick my way to her shoulder, then back up again.
She turns her head ever so slightly, giving me permission to continue.
I lightly nip at her ear, causing her to let out a soft little moan.
My already hard cock pulses between us at the sound.
She rubs herself against my erection, and I groan.
Before I can think better of it, I have her up in my arms, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as I thrust my cock up into her pussy.
She throws her head back on a moan, her lips parted and her blue eyes burning into mine.
I crush my lips to hers again, taking. Consuming. Owning. She’s right there with me. She returns the kiss with everything I’m giving her. Not missing a single step. Her lips are just as hungry for me as mine are for hers.
My cock weeps behind my zipper as she grinds against me, sexy noises falling from her with every motion.
Her breath hitches, and I can tell she’s on the verge of coming.
I thrust against her harder, causing her to cry out.
Then she’s coming, her kiss swollen lips part, and her eyes roll back as her pleasure sweeps through her.
The caveman inside me wants to beat his chest and tell the world that I made this beautiful creature come without taking off any of our clothes.
The elevator dings, drawing me back to myself.
I quickly set Olive back on her feet and straighten my clothes.
Thank fuck I’m wearing my suit jacket. It hides my obscenely erect cock, just barely.
Olive looks at me with wide eyes, her hands wildly running over her hair, her body, but there’s nothing she could do to hide the look of a woman who just came and came hard for her man.
I grab her hand and pull her from the elevator and out to my waiting car.