injury,” he said, rearranging himself so his jeans didn’t cut him in half.
“I can fix that,” Olivia offered.
“Go do whatever you need to do to get ready for bed. I’m going to wait here.”
Olivia grinned and walked past him. The view from the back was almost as entertaining as the view from the front.
He groaned and fell back on her bed. Date two done. He wondered how quickly he could cram the rest in. The toilet flushed and he heard the tap run. When Olivia walked back into the bedroom, she was fresh faced.
Instead of climbing under the covers as he’d planned, she climbed over his thighs until she sat astraddle them. Her fingers teased the waistband of his jeans. It tickled and his dick twitched. “Liv,” he warned.
“Just to clarify the rules. Important bits remain clothed at all times. Closer to second base than third. That’s what we said, right?”
Anders rubbed his hands up her thighs, savoring the way her skin felt against his. “That’s right.”
“Well, I looked it up. Second base can include skin-to-skin touching of the upper body and kissing of the breasts.”
He licked his lower lip and took a deep breath before sitting up, placing his hand around her back to hold her on his lap. Her grin told him she knew that wasn’t true, but he was only human. “Well, if those are the rules, who am I to argue,” he said. With one tug, he pulled his hoodie and T-shirt over his head and threw them onto the chair that sat in the corner.
He placed his hands on her waist, sliding up her ribs until his thumbs brushed her nipples. “So fucking pretty.” He placed his lips over one of them while cupping her other breast.
Olivia gasped, the action caused her to rub her dampness along his desperately hard cock. Fuck. This was not a good idea. A few more minutes and he’d throw the control he was known for out of the window. He wasn’t known as the Iceberg just because it rhymed with his fucking name. He was unmovable and deep.
Fuck. Deep. Wasn’t that just where he wanted to be with Olivia? Deep inside her, encouraging orgasm after orgasm.
He gripped her hips and shifted her down his thighs a couple of inches.
Despite the edge he was riding, he unfastened her bra. “You said skin-on-skin, right?” The words were mumbled against her lips.
Her hands were now fisted in his hair. “I need more.”
“Rules, Liv.” He stood and threw Olivia back down on the bed, then climbed alongside her. He took her hand and led it between her legs. “Just because I can’t hit third base, doesn’t mean you can’t. Touch yourself, Liv. It was so fucking hot to watch you do it before.”
He glanced down between them, saying a fucking prayer when she followed his instructions. The sheerness of the underwear was such that he could see how she parted her lips, how she tentatively circled her entrance before sliding her finger deep inside. The way her body arched against him had him close to coming in his jeans.
Never had he been so turned on.
“Anders,” she gasped, and he responded.
He took her lips exactly how he wanted to, with a need that verged on violent. Wet lips, teeth, tongues. He groaned as she bucked against him. “Use two fingers,” he encouraged, and he looked between them to see her slide a second finger so deep inside her. When her fingers came out, they were drenched.
He grabbed her wrist, snatching them away from her pussy, and put them into his mouth, sucking them clean. Using his tongue between each finger to get every last bit of juice. “Put them back,” he ordered.
A flush of red covered Olivia’s chest, and he lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He held nothing back, biting then sucking harder than he suspected she was used to.
Her actions became less controlled, more frantic. He reached down and squeezed his dick. He was harder than iron, but this was all about Olivia, about proving he was here for her, not for what he could gain for himself.
“Anders,” she gasped. “I’m going to come. I’m—”
Her lips pressed against his, open mouthed, so fucked she couldn’t move them. While he wasn’t inside her where he wanted to be, he could feel every spasm of her orgasm as it coursed through her. The way her legs straightened, the way her stomach muscles clenched beneath his fingers. The way her breath