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The insecurities from earlier that caused Olivia to reserve her wild nature were gone, and all that was left was this sexual being who was confident and free. This was the Olivia he knew. The Olivia he needed. He’d felt dead for so long, and she gave him life.
He followed, allowing her to guide him toward the apex of bliss. Her legs tightened around his waist, and she arched against him, rocking her hips in a needy rhythm.
Inside, the house was dark, except for the faint glow of the streetlight. He didn’t bother flipping on a light; he knew his way, and nothing was going to slow him down until Olivia’s back was on his bed, and he was hovering over her.
Olivia’s legs unhooked, and she slid down his body. The loss was instant, but when she landed on her knees, fingers fumbling with his zipper, any coherent thoughts fled. The sound of the zipper echoed in the silence. With one hard yank, his cock sprang to attention. She licked her lips before taking him in her mouth.
His body tensed at the pure pleasure that ricocheted through his groin, spreading out and consuming his entire body. Weakness threatened his knees, but he found the strength to keep standing, keep enjoying every stroke of her mouth down his hard length.
Her tongue swirled around his tip, a crescendo of desire wracking his body. She sucked gently, her fingers trailing up his thigh and settling around his base. Her mouth and hand moved in sync, creating a storm so intense, so powerful, Shane would be obliterated if he didn’t stop her.
He rested his hand under her chin, urging her to look at him. Big brown eyes blinked up, and he nearly blew it. “My turn,” he growled.
She got to her feet, her eyes half-mast and heavy with lust, lips swollen. “Okay.” There was a sexy lilt to her voice that captured his heart and held it hostage. He ripped his shirt off, stepped out of his pants, and grabbed the condoms. He hooked his hand around her, scooping her off her feet, and with determined strides, he had her on his bed.
A giggle popped from her lips when he placed her down, and he swore it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. He kissed her then, plundering and devouring and taking everything she’d give him. He wanted her body, heart, and soul which was selfish as hell since his life was so uncertain. But right now, he didn’t care about the future; all he cared about was the here and now.
His finger looped into the hem of her shirt, and he pulled it over her head, discarding the fabric into a puddle on the floor. His eyes raked over her body, and he swallowed at the red silk bra that covered two small mounds of perfection. He dipped his head, dragging his tongue along the place where skin met silk.
Olivia moaned, her body arching. Small fingers dug into his shoulders as he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. He removed one cup at a time, revealing pink, pert nipples. He dipped his head, taking the tightened bud in his mouth, licking, sucking, and nipping. Sweet pain nipped at his head as her fingers delved into his hair and yanked. Her body pressed up, head fell back, and a long, sexy as sin moan echoed through the room.
Wanting to make her cry out, he slid his hand down, dipping under the waistband of her pants. He swiped his finger across her swollen, wet folds, greedy for more of her. He dipped his finger into her wetness, and her body jolted, her nails cutting deep into his shoulder.
She felt like paradise, and he needed to see her bare and ready. He yanked her pants down, and she helped kick them off. His cock pulsated at the sight of a matching G-string that hugged the curve of her hips.
“You’re trying to kill me.” A smile curved her swollen lips. Her finger curled into the silk string, and his hand clamped down on hers. “Leave it.”
They were too damn pretty to be thrown on the floor. He kissed her fast and hard, dragging his mouth down her body to the strip of red. He yanked the silk aside and swiped his tongue along her center. She cried out, body bowing as he added a finger into her slick heat.
She tasted like a sweet dream, her body yielding to his ministrations. He touched his tongue to the swollen bundle of nerves, and her hands smacked the mattress. He swiped once, twice, then sucked, his finger sliding in deep.
Her legs quivered, and her ass wiggled, but he didn’t relent. Her fingers curled into the comforter, yanking and tugging until she cried out, body convulsing beneath his mouth. With a smile, he lifted and sheathed himself before plunging deep into her heat.
She cried out again, and he leaned down, capturing her lips and swallowing her cries. He moved in and out of her, pumping with long, deep strokes. He’d fought so hard to live, but he could die right now and not regret a single thing.
Olivia’s eyes met his, and he held her gaze as he thrust over and over. Her lips parted, and a moan rumbled up her throat. He dropped his head, taking her nipple in his mouth, nipping and sucking.
He moved his hand beneath her, and in one fluid move he had her on top of him. He slid to the edge of the bed, holding her close, their slick bodies sliding against each other.
Their eyes met in heat and lust, and while that’s all Shane wanted to see, he saw much more than that. He saw light and joy, warmth and excitement. He saw a future filled with love and adventure. He saw long walks on the beach, nights in each other’s arms. He saw wedding bells and a picket fence.
And for the first time in his life, he wanted it.
He wanted to believe that his life was different and all of that was possible.
He held her tighter. Her taut nipples dragged along his chest as he pumped into her slick heat. Their mouths found each other in a clash of teeth and tongue, heated desire slamming him in the chest and radiating out from head to toe.
Olivia rocked her hips, taking back control. He was a prisoner to her, willing to sacrifice it all as long as she kept sliding up and down his erection.
Her nails dug into his back, cutting sharp and sending him spiraling toward the edge. He pumped harder, slipping his hand beneath their slick bodies and finding her swollen button. Refusing to fall over the edge without her, he ran his thumb over her clit. Her hips rocked faster, harder, taking him deeper. He clung to his tiny thread of strength.
“Come for me,” he said.
Her grip tightened, her body lifting and slamming down, hips thrusting with greedy precision. Her arm trembled, legs shook, and her slick walls tightened around his cock. A scream tore from her mouth, her body convulsing against him. He held her hips and shoved inside her. Pleasure gripped his balls, white lights exploded behind his eyes, and with one final thrust, he spilled his release.
He gathered Olivia in his arms, holding her tight as their jagged breaths became one.
He’d been through hell, a life of more lows than highs, and he’d do it again if it meant he’d wind up right here. Olivia was the light at the end of his very dark tunnel, and even though he swore he’d never give his heart away, he already had.
