Page 13 of Private Reserve
My leg touches hers, and she exhales a fluttery breath. It washes over me as I turn her way, even though facing her is against my best interests. “Yeah?”
Her eyes meet mine in the dim room. “I thought I was going to be bored to death here.”
Don’t touch her, Gio.
“And now?” I ask, my hand slowly sliding across the small space between us, drawn by a force I don’t seem to have any control over. Fuck me. “You don’t think that now?”
“I’m kind of excited to put together a marketing plan. See what we can do together. It will definitely look good on my resume if we can get this place thriving.”
“You’ve always had a brilliant mind, Olivia.” And a gorgeous body. One, even though I know better, I can’t seem to keep my hands off of.
The tip of my index finger touches her stomach, and I practically stop breathing when she tightens. The air around us charges with sexual energy, and my cock grows another inch.
“So this pact,” I begin slowly, not wanting to scare her off as I play with the lace on her sexy underwear. “You said you weren’t supposed to go home until you’ve had sex, right?”
What the fuck are you doing, dude?
“Yeah, but not just sex. Epic sex.” She makes a strange noise as her eyes slide away, like she can’t look at me, like she’s holding some sort of secret. Dammed if I don’t want to find out what it is. “Crazy, right?”
“Maybe. But I was thinking.”
Stop. Just stop and roll the fuck away already.
“About?” she asks.
“I could help you with that.” I slide my hand to her waist and shift closer, wanting to corrupt her, to own her completely.
Keep it together, Gio.
Her eyes snap back to mine, and I swallow against the dryness in my throat. “You could?” she asks, heat flashing in her dark eyes. Jesus Christ, she might hate me for running out on her, but she wants me as much as I want her.
“Yeah, I mean, it’s not like I’ve never been inside you,” I say, and her breathing becomes more erratic. Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this, but after two long years of wanting her, I don’t have the strength to fight it anymore. “And I don’t like the idea of you in some strange guy’s bed.”
That vision actually fills me with white-hot rage.
She lifts her chin, despite the rapid-fire breathing, the heat of her body, the desire reflected in her dark eyes—all signs she wants this—and says, “This arrangement doesn’t come with rights, Gio. It’s fake. Plus I can take care of myself.” Her protest is so fucking weak. I wonder what kind of game she’s playing.
Time to find out.
“Yeah, well, this isn’t fake.” Gone too far to turn back now, I take her hand and put it on my cock. As she closes her fingers around it, I pinch my eyes shut, and work to keep a measure of calm when all I want to do is crash over her, launch into her, take her the way I’ve always longed to.
“Gio,” she whispers, but I close my mouth over hers and swallow her feeble protest. At first, her lips are firm, hesitant, but I buck into her hand, and she softens. It takes every ounce of strength I possess to leash the beast inside me. I bite back a curse, and as she kisses me back, drawing my tongue into her mouth, a rush of tenderness steals over me. Good. That’s what she needs from me. Soft, easy lovemaking. Not a filthy animal who wants to bend her over and do dirty things to her.
Always protective of her, I rein in my lust and break the kiss to press my mouth to the hollow of her neck, licking the sensitive spot that always drives her crazy. She writhes beneath my mouth, and the softness of her skin, such a contrast to Luca’s roughness, damn near shuts down my mind. But I draw a fueling breath to keep my last working brain cell functioning. She trembles, and I slide down her body, tug on her lace, and take one hard nipple into my mouth. I flatten my tongue and lick, laving her gently, and her hands go to my hair.
She grips my head and holds me to her, stroking my cock as her legs widen, her sweet pussy calling out to me. “Please…” she begs, a note of desperation in her tone.
I tear my mouth from her puckered nipple and look up at her. Her gaze clashes with mine, and I see something in the depths of her eyes. “Please, what?” I ask. Normally she’s quiet during sex, more docile than this.
“I…I…” she begins, then drops her head back onto the pillow. She tosses her head from side to side, her hair fanning out as she trembles with a need I’d never seen in her before. Maybe her near death experience had done something to her. “Please,” she says again.
I freeze for a moment, and my muscles tighten. What exactly is she begging me for? All she has to do is tell me and I’ll give it to her.
“Olivia?” I ask, but she takes my head in her hands and guides my mouth back to her breasts. I slide my tongue over her bare skin, and pay homage to her nipple before I switch to the other breast, unable to get enough of her. I nibble her and eat at her as lust burns through my body, making me forget what it was I wanted to ask. Driven by need, I cup her breasts. Greedy bastard that I am, I clamp down on her taut bud—not as hard as I would have liked.
“Gio,” she whimpers, her voice tight.
Easy, dude.
