Page 89 of The Time It Takes
I take another sip of bourbon and savor the harsh burn. I turn to face him before I lose all my courage. I’m too tired to lie and joke, so I go with being brutally honest before time catches up.
“You would still be mine and I would be yours,” I whisper.
He takes another step toward me, toeing the line. “And whose are you now?”
I take a small step back, but it only presses me against the window. There is no escaping this moment between us. It feels like a forest fire is erupting around me and even my bones are beginning to sweat.
“I’m—” My vocal cords stop working and I forget what we’re even talking about. He’s so close to me now that I can’t move away even if I wanted to. Our breaths come at a quicker pace, our chests rising and falling rapidly.
His breath caresses my cheek as he places his hands against the glass so that they form a barricade around my head. I feel his lips brush against my jaw softly and it sends a deep ache in my lower belly. My heart goes berserk when I feel his tongue swirl down the length of my neck. A soft moan escapes me before I can stop it.
“Willow.” My name comes out rushed, a plea rolling off his lips.
He lifts his head and stares down at me with so much desire in his eyes that my heart grows wings.
“I know,” I breathe.
He leans down and his lips brush mine. He pulls back with a pained expression as if seeking an objection.
“Just fucking ki—”
His hands fall to both sides of my face faster than I can finish my words. He smashes his lips against mine. The glass of whiskey rolls off my palm and shatters on the floor. My hands slide through his hair, and I get lost in how good this feels. His tongue dips inside my mouth and I tilt my head more, allowing him better access.
I feel everything. Every emotion races to the surface and he meets me in the middle every time.
His mouth leaves a trail of kisses down my neck. My body’s instincts take over and I roll my hips, feeling him hard against me. A moan leaves my lips, and he groans against my skin.
“Ollie,” I pant. We have hardly done anything and I’m already losing my mind. I grab his hair and drag my lips across his jaw as his hands crawl up the sides of my robe.
“We should stop,” he says hoarsely, his breath warm beneath my ear.
“So, stop then.”
He grinds his hardness into my core, sending electricity through my lower belly. He slides a hand around my back and uses the other to wrap my legs around him as he lifts me off the floor. His lips devour mine as he walks us to the bedroom.
When we reach the edge of the bed, he sets me down on my feet. My lips leave his as I place desperate kisses down his neck. He helps me pull his shirt over his head before he tugs the string of my robe. I never got dressed, so I’m bared to him instantly. He sucks in a breath as his gaze consumes every inch of my naked skin.
One at a time, his lips find a bruise. I shiver as he runs a knuckle over my frantic heart. He flattens his palm, easing me backward. I fall onto my elbows as his hand trails down my body, which jerks when his fingers lightly trace over my clit.
“That’s it.” His voice is guttural—wild. He kisses up my inner thigh and I almost come undone by that alone. “You should see yourself right now. Completely at my mercy, Damsel.”
He drops to his knees as he continues to tease me with wet kisses. I whimper in need as I arch toward him. “Please,” I moan.
His tongue traces softly along my clit and my breath catches as my hips buck. He does it a few more times before putting his mouth on me completely. His tongue sinks inside of me and he groans. It sends me into a frenzy. He presses his forearm down on my hips before inserting his finger.
“Oh fuck,” I choke out.
I try to arch further into him, but he’s immobilized me. His eyes never leave mine as he dines like a starved man. I let out a breathy moan as my hands fist his hair.
The pressure builds in my lower belly as every muscle in my body tightens. I let go completely with his name coming out of my mouth like a chant.
As my body continues to tremble, he stands. He licks his lips and then sucks his finger into his mouth, and I almost moan at the sight. “You taste fucking divine,” he groans.
I’ve never seen this side of him before—never got the chance to and now that I have, I don’t think it’s something I can ever detain myself from.
I crawl back onto the bed, and he follows, hovering over me. I grab the back of his neck and steal his lips with my own. His body comes down on top of mine and I moan when I taste myself on his tongue. He rolls his hips into me before pulling away. He looks down at me, his pupils dilated. “I need you,” he pants. “Now.”
I spread my legs under him as he unbuttons his pants. He captures my lips again as I push his pants down his hips. He kicks them the rest of the way off until they’re somewhere on the floor. He reaches over to grab his wallet, pulling out a condom. He tears the foil with his teeth, before rolling it on.
