Page 115 of The Temporary Fiancée
My tongue strokes against hers, and her head tilts up to give me better access as she leans up into it. I could lose myself in it, but before that can happen, I draw back and scoop her into my arms.
“What are you doing?” she yelps in surprise, her arms wrapping around my neck.
“Making up for lost time,” I tell her simply as I carry her to the bedroom.
Once we reach it, I lay Olivia down on the mattress. She looks up at me with her lips slightly parted, beads of rain still glistening in her hair, and I reach down to brush the damp strands away from her cheeks. She catches my hands in hers, laughing softly, then reaches up and drags her fingers through my hair to shake some of the rain out of it too.
I can’t take it anymore. I drop my mouth to hers, and the hungry way she leans into our kiss makes my pulse spike. She makes a soft sound against my lips, scraping her nails over my scalp.
“I’m going to take my time with you tonight.” My voice is like sandpaper, and I tug at her bottom lip with my teeth. “Every inch of you.”
Her arms come up around my neck, drawing me down closer, her movements turning me urgent. The way she’s already arching up to meet me makes something tighten in my chest.
“Lift up a little,” I murmur.
She does, and I reach behind her to unzip her dress. She shifts her weight on the mattress to help me get it off her, and together, we shimmy it down her body before I toss it aside. Herbra and panties come next, and I can tell she’s impatient to get me naked too, but I take my time with it, admiring every new square inch of her that’s exposed to my greedy gaze.
Finally, I settle myself between her thighs, leaning down until our chests are pressed together. She whimpers as the fabric of my jacket drags against her nipples, sighing into my mouth.
She helps me shuck the jacket, then her hands slide under my shirt, her nails trailing up my back. She tugs the hem upward, and I sit up just long enough to pull the shirt off entirely and discard it onto the floor. She runs her hands over my chest and stomach, her fingertips lingering on every line of muscle, and I can feel my heart pounding against my sternum.
She fumbles at my belt next, her fingers a little clumsy with desire. I make it easy for her, rising up onto my knees as she works the buckle open, then the button, then the zipper. I shove my pants down and kick them off along with my shoes as her hand finds my cock through my boxers, and the way she squeezes it draws a choked groan out of me.
“You’re so beautiful, Olivia. Do you know that?”
She shakes her head, her hand still teasing me through the fabric. “You don’t have to say that.”
I lean back down over her, my mouth finding hers between the words. “I’m not saying it because Ihaveto, baby. I’m saying it because it’s the fucking truth.”
It’s torture to draw away from her touch, but I break the contact between us long enough to push my boxers down and off. She wraps her hand around my shaft immediately, and even without lube, the slide of her delicate fingers along my cock makes my breath stutter. Her thumb circles the head, gathering and spreading the precum there, and I have to bury my face in the curve of her neck to keep from coming on her stomach far before I’m ready.
“Keep kissing me,” she whispers. “I love when you’re close like this. When I can feel all of you.”
I swallow hard find her mouth again, my tongue sliding against hers as her hand strokes me in languid rhythm, using my precum to slick the glide.
I cup one of her breasts in my hand, never breaking the contact of our lips. Her nipple is already hard and tight against my palm, and I can’t resist dropping my head to pull it into my mouth. She sucks in a breath, and I switch to her other nipple and give it the same attention, my tongue working circles around it, my teeth grazing just enough to make her squirm.
“So delicious,” I mutter. “You taste so damn good, baby. I could do this forever.”
She laughs, her fingers sinking into my hair to hold me there. “I guess I wouldn’t complain. Although… there are other parts of me you could kiss too.”
That draws a chuckle out of me. I know exactly what she’s getting at.
Following her urging, I drag my mouth down her chest, between her breasts and across her stomach. I press a kiss just below her belly button, then another on the curve of her hip. I take my time, mapping her body inch by inch.
“These hips.” I run my hands over them, squeezing slightly. “I love to hold them when I’m buried inside you.”
She hums softly, watching me with half-lidded eyes.
“And your stomach.” I kiss to the soft skin there. “Your thighs.” I press an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of one, then the other. “So fucking gorgeous.”
I sit back on my heels and gaze down at her, taking in the complete picture for a moment. There’s trust and desire written on her face as she meets my eyes, her expression completely open.
Something in my chest goes tight. So tight it almost hurts.
I have to swallow against the pressure of it. There are words climbing up the back of my throat that I have no business saying, feelings rising that don’t belong in a friends-with-benefits arrangement, and I know if I let any of it out… I’m going to ruin this. Pushing it back down, I take a slow breath.
Instead of saying the things I know I shouldn’t, I shoot the stunning woman beneath me a wicked smile. Then I lean over to her nightstand and pull open the drawer.
