Page 112 of The Recovery Coach
“Can I try something?”he asked.
Olivia swallowed the lump in her throat and bit her lip, sucking it into her mouth and wetting it with her tongue.She should say no.She should say no and kick him out, and run far, far away before they ruined twenty years of friendship over their inability to let things be.She nodded.
Connor lowered his mouth to hers, painfully slow, giving her every opportunity to back out.She didn’t.The moment his lips grazed hers, any ounce of hesitation he’d been harboring vanished.
Olivia had expected a sweet, tentative kiss.This was not that.Connor swept his tongue along her lips, and when she didn’t open for him, he demanded entrance by following it with a nip.She gasped at the brazenness, and he took full advantage, his hands tightening on her waist and in her hair, dragging her tighter against him.Butterflies stirred in her belly when his tongue brushed against hers.Olivia’s hands found his biceps, and she held on for dear life while her best friend kissed the hell out of her.
Alarm bells rang in her mind, but they were so faint they barely registered, and with his tongue in her mouth, she didn’t stand a chance of acknowledging them.All she could focus on was the pressure building in her core, his warm, wet mouth against hers, and his fingers slipping under the hem of her tank top.God, she wanted more of his skin.
Following the directive of her horny little brain, she looped her arms around his neck and hitched a knee around his hips, trying to get closer.
Instead of getting her closer to him, the move resulted in him pulling away from her.He pulled his hands free from her shirt, and she missed their heat.She let out an involuntary whine.
When he released her, she wanted to stomp her foot and argue, but that wasn’t a dignified response for a twenty-six-year-old woman.
“See?”he said with a cocky smirk.
“See what?”
He rubbed his lower lip.“Not like kissing my sister.Not even close.I knew it would be good.”
Olivia took the opportunity to tease him.“Who said it was good?”
Connor’s eyes twinkled.“You were literally climbing me.”
She refused to be embarrassed.He’d started it.She did an about-face and climbed into bed, taking her sweet time to get comfortable before she returned her attention to Connor.
Her abrupt silence had the exact effect she had hoped for.Connor waited for her to get comfortable before stalking over to her.Without warning, he pounced.
She scrambled out of his way, giggling like a fool.It was far too easy for him to straddle her, snatch both of her wrists in one hand and pin them above her head.It was a familiar position for them.Growing up, they’d play wrestled over the remote or the last piece of pizza all the time.
This time, though, his touch, his intent, lit Olivia up.She squirmed under his attention and kicked his bad leg.
“Sorry!”
He poked her armpit.
She flailed and tried to free herself with no luck.
“Connor, your leg!”
“My leg is fine, sweetheart.”
He dug his finger into her armpit again, and she yelped.
At this rate they would wake up the whole damn house.She voiced the concern, and he said, “Sounds like a you problem.I’ll stop right now if you admit it was a good kiss.”
She let the torture go on for as long as she could before saying, “Okay, okay.It was a good kiss,” through her giggles.
“See, how hard was that?”Connor asked, lowering his face to hers.
Olivia parted her lips and closed her eyes, expecting another—fucking fantastic—kiss.Instead, Connor pecked the tip of her nose, groaned, and rolled off her.
“Think about it, Livy.”
He slipped out of her room without a backward glance.
Olivia didn’t have anything to think about.Giddiness bubbled in her veins, and she stifled a squeal.
