Chapter 1 #2
“I’m going to unzip that dress, but not before I have those panties of yours. Take them off.”
She loved the way his voice sent shivers down her body. “I’m not wearing any.”
He let out a rough curse and then was on her, his mouth on hers, his hands running down her sides. When she arched against him, her back against the door, and her breath coming in pants, he pulled away, his gaze roaming over her body.
“No panties? You were down in that lobby, with all those other men around, without wearing panties?”
She licked her lips, needing more. Needing him. “I figured it would save time.”
In answer, his eyes got impossibly darker, and his hand snaked between her legs. When he found her hot flesh, his fingers delving between her soaking folds, her eyes rolled back, and she rotated her hips.
“Eyes on me, O. Let me see those eyes when I make you come on my hand. I want you drenched. So wet that I’m going to take my time licking every drop. Now look at me, O. Feel my fingers inside you. Feel me tease then thrust. Then come, right here. Right now. Can you do that, O? Can you come for me?”
She could have said “yes” right then. Could have come on his hand and finished their first round. But she wanted it to last.
She needed it to last.
“Make it worth it.”
He grinned then, his eyes dancing. Then he moved. His fingers curled, touching her in just the right spot so she came without knowing she was even that close. She’d thought she could make it last.
But she never could when it came to D and his talented fingers.
And his talented tongue.
Or his talented dick.
“That’s it. I knew you’d be fucking beautiful. You always are.”
Then, he unzipped her dress, and she stepped out of it and her shoes. He undid the pins in her hair, letting the mass tumble down her back. It was just as sensual as she’d thought it would be, made her just as needy.
She could fall in love with this man. This stranger who wasn’t a stranger.
She quickly pushed that thought out of her mind and came back to the present, to the moment that was just O and D.
“I can’t believe you weren’t wearing panties,” he whispered against her lips, undoing her bra. It fell to the floor, and soon she was naked while he was fully dressed, and she couldn’t help but wonder why that turned her on so much.
“You’re still wearing your clothes.” A kiss. A touch. A lick. A graze against her nipple. He knew what he was doing. Knew her body better than anyone but her. It should have worried her, and it probably would later. But for now, it was all about him.
And her.
“I can fix that.”
He stripped as he led her to the bed, their bodies sliding against one another.
Then he was naked and rolling on a condom.
He was so quick that she almost missed a glance at his cock since she loved looking at his length, his girth, every inch of him.
But she would later, she promised herself that much.
“On your back, O. Let me take care of you.”
“As long as I can take care of you, too.”
“Wouldn’t dream of having it any other way,” he said with a wink.
She let out a breath, trying to act calmer than she actually was. When he slid into her, inch by slow inch, she gasped, needing more of him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her fingers dug into his back. He stretched her, moved within her, and made her eyes roll back once again.
He thrust in and out, his face buried against her neck as they slowly made love. She couldn’t think of it any other way, not when they were so in tune with one another. She’d call it screwing or fucking or something else later, but not right then.
“D,” she whispered, and he moved faster. Harder. And she met him thrust for thrust, ache for ache.
“Call me Derek, when you scream out my name, call me Derek.” Then he slammed into her, and she came, screaming his name, a name she shouldn’t know.
And even as she did, her mind whirled. She looked up, the light from the moon sliding through the blinds and hitting his face just right, in a way that almost made her scream again—this time for a far different reason.
She knew him.
She couldn’t know him.
But she did.
Her body shook, though not from the way he’d fucked her; from the realization that everything had changed, and not for the better. Then he came, screaming the letter she was known by because she hadn’t given him her full name.
And she wouldn’t.
Ever.
There should have been no names tonight. There never were before. Those were the rules. The boundaries that had been set to ensure that no one got hurt.
And yet it was all a lie.
Because she knew his name.
She knew his face.
And in that one brief moment when the light had hit his eyes just right, and she had seen the boy he had been instead of the man he was, she knew that the fragile peace she’d thought she had collected was a sham.
He was the one person she wasn’t supposed to have. The one she knew could break her, shatter it all.
So she knew that when the time came to meet again, she’d have to walk away. She’d have to end what they had even though she was positive it would ruin a part of her.
She couldn’t undo the fragile trust they’d created through their promises and touch. If she stayed, if she came back, she’d be the liar she’d always told herself she would never become.
This was the boy she’d fallen in love with before she knew what love was beyond cupcakes and butterflies. This was the man that she had tested her boundaries with. And now, it seemed he was the man she’d truly tested fate with.
Because this man was a stranger with a familiar face. He was someone from her past who she had sworn to forget.
Someone who could break her.
This was Derek.
The man she needed to forget.
And the one person Olivia knew she wouldn’t.