in my chest as my swollen erection jumped in my sweats. I did my best to ignore it. Olivia didn’t. She looked down and her eyes widened.
“Well, it looks like he definitely has,” she teased with a crooked grin.
“Yes. I’ve thought about it.”
“So have I.”
Fuck. Hearing her say that she’d thought about being with me was hot. Really hot.
Her hands slid beneath my shirt and her fingers trailed the waistband of my sweats. Her wrists brushed the head of my dick as she did, and it jumped again. “I’ve thought about it a lot.”
“Olivia,” I said her name as a warning, one that she didn’t seem to be at all inclined to heed.
“I’m not asking to be your girlfriend. I’m not even asking to date you. I just want tonight. One night. That’s it. I just want to know what it’s like to feel your hands on me. I want you to touch me, and I want to touch you. I want you to kiss me and I want to kiss you. I want to feel you inside of me.”
Holy shit. If she kept talking like this, I was going to come in my fucking sweats.
“I’ve never wanted anyone or anything as much as I want you, and this.”
I stared down into her amber-colored eyes and my chest rose and fell with labored breaths. My hands itched to reach out and touch her but I knew that if I did, it would be over. There was no way that I could control myself, and then I would cross a line even more dangerous than I already had.
Unlike me, Olivia seemed determined to cross double yellow lines. Hell, she seemed determined to hop medians. As much as I knew that we needed to stay in our own lanes, I didn’t stop her when she began to lift my shirt up and off. I even assisted her by lifting my arms and finishing the job.
Before the shirt even hit the ground, Olivia’s hands were on me. She ran them over my shoulders, my chest, and my abs. I watched as she explored my body, loving the visual of her touching me almost as much as I loved her gentle but firm caress.
I could feel my pulse racing as arousal rushed through me with white-rapids force. I could feel myself trembling with unleashed desire. I’d never been so turned on in my life. My self-control was hanging on by a thread.
But when she leaned forward and began pressing soft kisses to my chest, shoulders, and neck that thread snapped, and I gripped her hips. She rocked into me and her body moved against mine. I worried that the friction of our bodies rubbing together would cause me to blow my load.
I knew that there was no way I could let this lead to sex, and if one of us was going to get off, it wasn’t going to be me.
As she kissed my neck, I kept one hand on her hip and moved the other between our bodies and down the front of her shorts. The second I slid my fingers beneath her panties she spread her legs giving me access to her sex which was slick with arousal.
She whimpered as I intimately grazed her damp folds. I teased her body by pressing my fingertips against the seam of her entrance, massaging her passage but never penetrating her as my palm ground into the swollen nub at the top of her sex.
Her hips began to roll faster and faster, grinding into my touch.
With each pass of my finger along her seam, I was coated with more and more of her juices. When I could feel her body begin to tremble, nearing release, I shifted my fingers to her clit and began to flick the tip with my middle finger.
A moment later her hands gripped my shoulders and she cried out.
I’d always enjoyed foreplay, but this was something that was on an entirely different level. It was more than just pleasure, I felt connected to her as I touched her most intimate place. Olivia coming in my arms was better than any sex I’d ever had.
And that was enough for me. It had to be.
Chapter 18
Olivia
“Once you become fearless, life becomes limitless.”
~ Maggie Calhoun
My entire body was still shaking from the after-effects of my orgasm. I’d always loved Holden’s hands. Even when we were kids, they were so large and strong. I’d wondered what they would feel like if he was touching me. Now