Chapter 17 #3
“I’ve always been naughty, Olivia. You bring it out in me.” My mouth crashed into hers, and I pulled her flush against me. Lifting her, I planted her feet on the porch as I scraped my stubble over her cheek and said, “Bend over so I can watch that fantastic ass while you’re coming for me.”
A shudder ran the course of her body as she turned and wiggled her ass at me.
Another pair of tight jeans that were killers.
I was quickly regretting introducing her back into the world of comfortable, form-fitting clothes.
Smoothing my hand over it, I reached around and snapped her jeans open, tugging the zipper down and pushing my hand into them.
“You drive me mad, Olivia,” I muttered as I nudged her legs further apart and sank my fingers into her. “So fucking crazy for you.”
She let out a moan, and I yanked her against me, cupping her breast and burying my face in her neck.
“I think you’re driving yourself crazy,” she said, sounding winded as I plunged another finger into her.
“No, honey, it’s all you.”
Her tremble was seductive, and as I pushed her bra down and wrapped my hand around her breast, she fell apart, her body clamping down on my hand and convulsing.
“Fucking beautiful,” I growled before I removed my hand and pushed her back over.
I took a moment to clean my fingers, and she flipped her head to the side to watch.
“And delicious.” Need surged through me like a rogue wave collapsing onto the shore, and I shoved her pants down, freeing myself with an urgency that was barreling through me.
Thrusting into her with a grunt, I gave over to the primal need that had me in its clutches and took her hard, each stroke bringing me closer to the brink of oblivion until I couldn’t hold on and I lost any semblance of control.
I dropped my head onto her back, reaching up and taking her hand in mine.
“I’m glad you don’t have close neighbors,” she said, breaking the silence that only our heavy breathing had disturbed. “You do this to me in the city, and we’d be all over the internet.”
An image of taking her over the railing of a balcony that overlooked the city, people rushing along oblivious to what we were doing, came to me. The twitch it caused had her peering over her shoulder.
“Don’t tempt me,” I said, caressing my hand down her spine and over the curve of her ass cheek as I pulled out of her. Watching me leak from her gave me an odd satisfaction.
I fixed my pants and laid a smack on her ass as she straightened her back.
“Stay here,” I told her, jogging into the house and grabbing a towel. Warming the water, I wet it before jogging back to the porch. She was adjusting her pants, and I stopped her, pulling them back down and kneeling.
“This is new,” she said. I looked up at her as I cleaned her up, laying kisses on her leg while I did.
When she placed her hands on her hips, her brows furrowing, I scowled at her, knowing what was coming.
“Did you learn this from another woman because I don’t remember you ever doing this when we were together? ”
“We were young,” I said, biting her thigh.
“Ouch.” She stepped back while I laughed and rose, folding the towel over.
“Stop being jealous. I may have learned a few things while we were apart, but I’m not the only one.” I took her chin between my fingers as she struggled to get her pants on. “This mouth works a lot better now than it did when we were nineteen.”
An unexpected flash of envy snapped at me, and I gripped her chin tighter.
“Point taken,” she said, pulling away from me and zipping her pants.
I stepped into her, heat surging through me at the thought of her with those other men.
A desperate need to go back to that time, to stop her from leaving me so that no other man would touch her, pounded into me.
Even if it was ridiculous because we’d both had other lovers.
Her head tipped back, fire flashing in her eyes, darkening them.
I dropped the towel and took her face in my hands. “Fifteen years kept us apart, Olivia, and in that time we both strayed because we were no longer a possibility. I can’t fault you for that any more than you can fault me, so we both need to leave it in the past.”
Lush irises bounced between my eyes, and I could see the resignation, the acceptance she’d already told me she had and that I had neglected to embrace.
Lost years and other people, but never what we had.
Never love because I had locked my heart away as much as she had, as if subconsciously we had known we’d find each other again.
“You weren’t complaining the last time my mouth was working you,” she said, a coy smile forming.
“Can’t say that I was, nor will I ever.” Because no woman would ever touch me again.
Only Olivia. Again, the nudging that this was fleeting, that we lived two different lives returned, but I pushed it away, not wanting to deal with the reality that awaited us once the week was over.
Or the notion that I would give everything up to keep her this time.