Love In Moments (Love Distilled #2) - Scarlett Cole Page 0,40

momentarily stopped with the headiness of it all.

Anders reached for her hand. And this time when he put her fingers to his mouth, he licked them clean gently while Olivia lay, eyes closed, gasping for breath. He’d never get enough of the taste of her. He ran his fingers through her hair, along her hairline, down her cheek. Her breathing slowed and her eyes remained closed.

“Up, älskling,” he said. “Let’s get you into bed before you fall asleep.”

“But what about you?” she murmured sleepily, opening her eyes.

“I’ll manage,” he replied, dryly, as he tugged back the sheets and helped her roll beneath them.

“I had a great day today, Anders. For a second date. It was a pretty intense one.”

“Come over to my place tomorrow morning at seven. Date three. Wear workout clothes. We’ll test the gym and I’ll make you breakfast.”

“Okay.” With a deep sigh, Olivia seemed to fall back asleep.

He kissed her forehead gently. “Night, Liv,” he whispered.

After he’d pulled his clothes back on, Anders let himself out of her apartment. The drive home was fast, frenetic even. If a cop had stopped him, he’d have been screwed. He abandoned the car askew on the driveway and jogged into the house.

Without turning on the lights, he slammed his back to the door and unzipped his jeans to grab his dick. Fuck, he ached. He ached for her. For Olivia. The way she’d exposed herself to him emotionally, the way she’d revealed more of her sexuality. He needed her more than his next breath.

Squeezing hard, he ran his hand along his length, feeling the agony in his balls turn into the tingling telltale signal. He was close to coming. God, the way she’d fingered herself, the way she’d done as he’d asked, adding another finger. The way she’d groaned when he’d licked her essence off her fingers.

He came where he stood and gasped for air at the intensity. The image of her in bed, sleepy under the covers, sprung to mind.

And he wished he’d never left.

8

Anders woke the following morning to an erection that throbbed worse than being body checked against the glass. Lying in his bed alone, his thoughts drifted to Olivia. Being around her, watching her purse those goddamn lips of hers when she was thinking drove him nuts. Being an ass guy, it was no small hardship to watch Olivia in the leggings she seemed to prefer. Hell, hiking boots and wool socks shouldn’t be that arousing, except it meant Olivia was happy to be outside and be active with him without worrying about how mussed up and muddy she’d get.

And now he had a problem.

A big problem.

He gripped his dick and gave it two firm strokes. Seemed that last night’s hallway release was just an appetizer. The obvious thing would be to jerk off, ease the pressure in the pipe so he could handle the rest of the day.

But he had a game tonight. And he never got off on game day. Well, perhaps after the game on game day. But never before. Anders groaned and threw his arm over his eyes, just as his alarm went off. Why had he suggested she come over to his for breakfast and a workout? The last thing his dick needed was Olivia in spandex for an hour.

“Lugna ner dig,” he grumbled, hoping his dick got the message to ease up and quit complaining.

He pushed the covers off and walked naked into the bathroom. Vigorously, he ran his hands over his face in a bid to wake up. Desperate times called for desperate measures, so he jumped into the shower, one so cold it almost gave him brain freeze.

Once done and dressed, he walked to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. While it brewed, he grabbed a handful of knäckebröd and topped the crisp bread with some eggs he’d boiled the previous evening and a liberal squirt of the Kalles Olivia had bought him. He’d offer her some later and see if she liked the smoked roe spread.

He munched on them and sipped his coffee. Six thirty. He was up too early for a game day, so early he’d have to take a longer nap later. Unease crept through him. This wasn’t right. He shouldn’t be making arrangements with Olivia without thinking about how it would affect his game day routine.

But damn. He wanted to see her.

When he was done, he placed his dishes in the dishwasher and jogged upstairs to brush his teeth. He couldn’t let