Page 144 of The Temporary Fiancée
I have to look down for a second, swallowing past the sudden tightness in my throat.God, this woman fucking wrecks me.
“But…” The wicked edge to Olivia’s voice makes my gaze dart back up to meet hers. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to have to go into the bedroom and use that vibrator you gave me.”
A laugh bursts out of me, and I shake my head, tugging her closer. “You don’t play fair, baby, do you know that?”
She shrugs, giving a not-so-innocent look. “Oh, I know.”
“After hearing you say you have feelings for me…” I tilt her chin up with my thumb, my voice dropping. “You really think I’m going to let some battery-powered toy be the one to make you come?”
Her eyes glint. “Then I guess you’d better do it yourself, hmm?”
A low huff escapes me as I tug at her lower lip with my thumb. The smirk on her face is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and every atom in my body is pulling me toward her, urging me to claim her, to touch her, to make her feel so fucking good…
But I won’t do a damn thing until I’m positive that she’s actually okay.
“Tell me how you’re feeling, honestly,” I say, my tone serious. “No headache, no?—”
“No headache. I have a couple of bruises, but they only hurt when I press them, and I know you’ll be careful with me.” Her hands slip beneath my shirt again, her eyes holding mine. “I swear, Reed. I’m okay. I want this. I want it so much.”
I search her face for another long moment. There’s nothing in her expression but desire, her cheeks flushed, her eyes burning. Finally satisfied, I lean in and kiss her again—and thistime I don’t hold back. My mouth slants over hers, my tongue tasting and devouring, and the soft moan she lets out against my lips dissolves the last of my restraint.
When the kiss finally breaks, I quickly stand up and shed my shirt, tossing it away. Her gaze tracks over me with the possessive, heated look that’s been undoing me for weeks.
“Touch yourself for me,” I say, standing over her where she’s sprawled out on the couch. “I want to watch.”
Her cheeks go pinker, but she doesn’t hesitate. She leans back against the cushions, her hand sliding up to cup her breast through her shirt. Her thumb drags slowly over her nipple through the fabric, and a small huff of breath escapes her.
I work my pants open, my eyes locked on her. “Keep going.”
She lifts her shirt up over her head and discards it on the floor beside mine. Then she reaches back to unhook her bra, and when her breasts spill free, my mouth goes dry. Her other hand drifts down between her thighs, pressing against her clit through her pants.
“Fuuuck,” I groan.
A breathy sound escapes her, her hips rolling lightly against her own hand. The flush on her cheeks has spread down her throat and across her chest, and I decide that that exact shade is the most beautiful color in the world.
I shove my pants and boxers down and step out of them. Her eyes drop to my cock, her mouth parting, and the look on her face makes my balls draw tight as a fresh shock of arousal shoots through me.
Unable to just stand back and watch anymore, I drop to my knees in front of her on the rug and reach for the button of her pants. She lifts her hips for me, and I drag them down her legs along with her panties. She kicks them aside, and then she’s completely bared, her hand already drifting back to where it was a moment ago.
“Show me how wet you are,” I tell her, my voice thick.
She nods and slides her fingers along her pussy lips, parting them without an ounce of hesitation or shyness.
Fuck, I love that so much.
She’s already soaked, and the sight of her arousal gleaming on her skin draws a low groan from me. I catch her wrist and bring her fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean while my eyes stay locked on hers.
“You always taste so damn incredible.”
Her breasts shift with a deep inhale. “Reed, please?—”
“I know, baby.” My free hand slides up her thigh, settling at her hip. “I’ll take care of you. I just need to look at you for a second.”
My eyes keep roaming over her, greedy for more of this beautiful, incredible woman. I can hardly believe that she chose this. That she choseme. That she wants it just as much as I do.
“I can’t believe you’re mine,” I murmur, the words almost too quiet to hear.
She tugs me closer, catching my hand in hers. “I’m yours, Reed. I have been for a while now.”
