that middle line in between his hard-lined ridges and stopped when I reached the end of the band of his shorts where my shot was strategically placed.
Sucking the saltiness that pooled in my mouth, my teeth bit the brim of the glass, pulling it out without hardship before tipping it over until it emptied.
The lime was in between his teeth. Even though he was taking his bait a little further in, I wasn’t going to back down. Immediately, I tiptoed some more to bite off the slice of lime, but was surprised when he didn’t let go of it, so I had to suck it off with his teeth holding it for me.
It felt erotic… intimate , and when I felt our lips brush against each other, I squirmed as I tasted the sour flavor of the juice, sucking it until there was nothing left. When I slowly pulled away from him, he instantly dropped the lime on the floor and smoothly took my lips, arresting me without hesitation, pinning me against the wall behind me with a hard push. The impact itself added to the thrill of being in his arms.
It happened so fast and so quick that I barely had the time to respond to his hungered, impassioned kiss, let alone think at all.
His kiss was scorching. Piercing. Exquisite. Elemental.
And before I knew it, I was responding to his fevered kisses. Both of my hands cupped the back of his head as my fingers gripped his hair and scalp, kissing him just as hard as he was kissing me. His hips pushed against mine before his hands pulled me upwards, still pinning me against the wall as he gradually lifted each of my legs, guiding them to hang on to him, giving him all the power.
“Olivia—” he grunted out in a harsh, hungered tone.
His large hand cupped my breast, squeezing it so hard that I yelped in pain and pleasure. He was rough. He was sweet. He was consuming. And my body hadn’t known such raw passion. I felt like we were spinning out of control.
I didn’t know the extent of how smooth and experienced he was until I felt something nudging in between my thighs. This time, I knew he didn’t have a single scrap of clothing on because this thing was trying to break though my thin cotton shorts with such force that I knew it would break the stitching soon if he kept on going this way. My shorts were soaking wet and the charged, riveting beauty my body was being exposed to at the moment was clouding my judgment.
He felt magnificent. Proud. Provoked like a charged bull that was ready to break free and go ballistic on his target.
And I was the waving red flag, unsure if I was ready to be torn to pieces.
Chapter 16
Grey
Olivia…
Olivia—
Olivia.
I was going crazy, livid with this strong, desperate need to have her. Taste her. God, how I wanted to taste her.
All night I had studied her dark window, hoping she’d wake up from the noise, and when I’d gotten my wish, I had timed myself to enter the main house when I knew she would be downstairs. I was expecting her to be in the kitchen, though, not at the bar.
At first, her intentions hadn’t gone along with what I’d had in mind the second I saw her trying to choose a drink, but it had been a great opportunity and I always lived on the edge, so I had tested her out to see if I could get her to do what I wanted.
And now I was kissing her.
Finally, after all these years of wanting her, I was possessing what I had ached for. She was all melted sweetness; rough, and yet, ready to be savored. She was all that I’d ever hoped for.
Her soft moans and short breaths made me want to bury myself all the way inside her soft, warm heat. I wanted to watch her face as I took control of her body, letting me drive it hard, pounding raw sex, until we were out of consciousness.
I wanted her so badly that, had she asked me anything, I was willing to give it up, but thank goodness it didn’t come to that. Her surrender was unexpected. I thought that I was at least going to see her fight me off, but she’d kissed me back in the same hungered kind of way that
Sucking the saltiness that pooled in my mouth, my teeth bit the brim of the glass, pulling it out without hardship before tipping it over until it emptied.
The lime was in between his teeth. Even though he was taking his bait a little further in, I wasn’t going to back down. Immediately, I tiptoed some more to bite off the slice of lime, but was surprised when he didn’t let go of it, so I had to suck it off with his teeth holding it for me.
It felt erotic… intimate , and when I felt our lips brush against each other, I squirmed as I tasted the sour flavor of the juice, sucking it until there was nothing left. When I slowly pulled away from him, he instantly dropped the lime on the floor and smoothly took my lips, arresting me without hesitation, pinning me against the wall behind me with a hard push. The impact itself added to the thrill of being in his arms.
It happened so fast and so quick that I barely had the time to respond to his hungered, impassioned kiss, let alone think at all.
His kiss was scorching. Piercing. Exquisite. Elemental.
And before I knew it, I was responding to his fevered kisses. Both of my hands cupped the back of his head as my fingers gripped his hair and scalp, kissing him just as hard as he was kissing me. His hips pushed against mine before his hands pulled me upwards, still pinning me against the wall as he gradually lifted each of my legs, guiding them to hang on to him, giving him all the power.
“Olivia—” he grunted out in a harsh, hungered tone.
His large hand cupped my breast, squeezing it so hard that I yelped in pain and pleasure. He was rough. He was sweet. He was consuming. And my body hadn’t known such raw passion. I felt like we were spinning out of control.
I didn’t know the extent of how smooth and experienced he was until I felt something nudging in between my thighs. This time, I knew he didn’t have a single scrap of clothing on because this thing was trying to break though my thin cotton shorts with such force that I knew it would break the stitching soon if he kept on going this way. My shorts were soaking wet and the charged, riveting beauty my body was being exposed to at the moment was clouding my judgment.
He felt magnificent. Proud. Provoked like a charged bull that was ready to break free and go ballistic on his target.
And I was the waving red flag, unsure if I was ready to be torn to pieces.
Chapter 16
Grey
Olivia…
Olivia—
Olivia.
I was going crazy, livid with this strong, desperate need to have her. Taste her. God, how I wanted to taste her.
All night I had studied her dark window, hoping she’d wake up from the noise, and when I’d gotten my wish, I had timed myself to enter the main house when I knew she would be downstairs. I was expecting her to be in the kitchen, though, not at the bar.
At first, her intentions hadn’t gone along with what I’d had in mind the second I saw her trying to choose a drink, but it had been a great opportunity and I always lived on the edge, so I had tested her out to see if I could get her to do what I wanted.
And now I was kissing her.
Finally, after all these years of wanting her, I was possessing what I had ached for. She was all melted sweetness; rough, and yet, ready to be savored. She was all that I’d ever hoped for.
Her soft moans and short breaths made me want to bury myself all the way inside her soft, warm heat. I wanted to watch her face as I took control of her body, letting me drive it hard, pounding raw sex, until we were out of consciousness.
I wanted her so badly that, had she asked me anything, I was willing to give it up, but thank goodness it didn’t come to that. Her surrender was unexpected. I thought that I was at least going to see her fight me off, but she’d kissed me back in the same hungered kind of way that
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