Immortality Stolen (The Mortal One Series Book 2) by Shannon Bell Page B

for him.
    “We’re going to settle this right now,” he said.
    “Settle what?”             
    And that’s when he kissed me. His full lips pressed against mine. He swept my hair up in his hands and cradled the back of my head as he continued to kiss me. Before I could stop him, my mouth opened, curious to what he tasted like. He used the opportunity to do some tasting of his own.
    “You,” I breathed, trying to push him away, “can’t be here.”
    He didn’t allow me to push him away. He pressed his mouth into the nook between my neck and shoulder, kissing me, licking my skin.
    “Tell me you’re not enjoying this,” he said.
    “Olivier, stop. You really can’t be here.”
    He paused, but still didn’t back away. “Really?”
    “Yes.”
    “Are you sure?”
    I was quiet for longer than I should have been. My body was pulsing with need. I wasn’t sure if it was a generic need of wanting sex since it had been nearly a week outside of Nico’s bed or it was a need of wanting to be with Olivier.
    Olivier took my silence as a sign to resume kissing the nape of my neck. His fingers flicked my tank top straps down, showing off more skin for him to explore. I let out a moan before I could stop it from escaping.
    “Dylan,” he whispered.
    “Hmmmm?” My head was spinning out of control. Every touch was sending shivers down my body and I couldn’t seem to pull together the strength to resist.
    He grabbed my hips and guided me towards the edge of the bed. As the mattress caught me behind the knees, propelling me backwards, it was the wake-up call that I needed.
    “We need to stop.” It was a barely audible request and it wasn’t all too convincing.
    “No, we don’t.” His cool to the touch fingertips danced across my bare shoulders and started down towards my breasts. My nipples were hard and craved some attention.
    I wanted my hands free to push him off or explore his muscular body, I wasn’t too sure which, but his one hand had both of my arms pinned above my head. It was hotter than hell but it needed to stop.
    I sighed, deciding that it couldn’t happen. “Yes, we need to stop.”
    “He won’t know. We won’t tell him. We’re in Berlin, he’s in Florence. It can be this once. We both want this.” His fingers rested on the elastic waistband of my capris. The area between my legs was throbbing and he knew it. “Let me do this for you,” he whispered, kissing along my jaw line.
    Fuck . How could it be this easy and this hard at the same time? He was right. Nico wasn’t here and he wouldn’t know. But I couldn’t do this. I was married now. And not to the man in front of me, ready to provide me with all of the pleasure my body was craving. There was that part of me that was ready to rationalize and say I never asked to get married and that I deserved this. It was the other part of me that won over.
    “No. I’m saying no. Final answer.” I sat up on the bed and pulled the straps of my tank back onto my shoulders. I took a deep breath and cupped my hands over my mouth.
    Olivier nodded. He didn’t push the issue and I was thankful for that. “Okay, Dylan. I’m going back to my room next door. If you change your mind, you know where I’m at.”
    “Good night.”
    “Sweet dreams,” he said and walked out the door to my hotel room. I could tell that he was just as excited about what happened as I was and it made it that much harder. He was a gentleman about it. He didn’t push me to do something I didn’t want to do and that earned him a lot of points.
    I got up, locked the hotel room door with the deadbolt and laid across the bed. That was too close for comfort.
    My body was damp with sweat and I was wet, knowing that I was more ready for what could have happened than I would have otherwise wanted to admit. This sucked. My husband was in another country and the man in the room next to me was someone I couldn’t have.
    My hand slid down my body and before I knew it, it was