Page 47 of Protecting Olivia

“Why not?” I asked.

“What if you don’t like how I brush my teeth or how I spit the toothpaste in the sink, or how I fall asleep reading with the light on? Or what if I’m a slob and leave my girly shit in your bathroom. I have a lot of it you know. And I own a lot of shoes. What if you don’t want my shoes taking up your closet?”

“Stop. I don’t give the first fuck how you brush your teeth or how you spit. That’s a lie, I care if you spit.” He paused to smile at me. “Lucky for you I don’t have much in my closet, so there’s room for your shoes, and if there’s not, you can use the second bedroom for a closet. Same for the bathroom. Hell, we’ll buy a house to fit all your girly shit if we need to. And check this woman, you will never again fall asleep reading when I am home. After I’m done with you, you’ll be too rung out to think about a book.”

A sly smile playing at her lips gave way to a hundred-megawatt smile that I never wanted to see directed at another man. It was a smile that made me want to hand her the world.

“Can we buy a house in Ma’s neighborhood so I can be close to her when you’re gone?” she asked.

“Upstairs, now,” I demanded.

Olivia’s smile faded. “What’s wrong?”

“Not a damn thing. You have no idea how right everything is. I knew I should’ve waited to have this conversation somewhere where could I lay you out and devour you. Tesorino, whether you meant to or not, you just sealed your fate. There is no running, there is no stopping. My dad had his ring on my Ma’s finger in two weeks, and you thought that was fast? You ain’t seen nothing.”

I rushed her out of the car and into the elevator. I didn’t speak to her on the way to my apartment because I needed the time to get myself under control. I wanted tonight to last, I wanted to show her what her words meant to me. How she’d slipped into my life and tied me in knots.

I didn’t bother showing her around her new home – there was no time. I pulled her through the living room into the master bedroom at a fast clip, slowing down only to shut and lock the bedroom door behind us. I pulled my Sig from my holster, checked the safety was on, and put it on the nightstand. First order of business after we got her settled in was to teach her how to shoot. It was a must. There would always be a gun on the nightstand. She would have no choice but to learn how to use it.

“Shower.” One word was all I was capable of saying. My body was on fire. I had never needed to feel a woman as badly as I needed Olivia. This was different. I wasn’t looking for just a sexual release; my body ached to feel her. For the first time, I craved the intimacy of the act. I wanted to lay myself bare in front of her. For better or for worse, I wanted to let her see every part of me. She deserved nothing less.

Olivia didn’t answer and started to undress. I followed suit, pulling my tee over my head. My eyes never left Olivia’s body. The more skin she revealed, the more my eyes hungrily ate her up. She was stunning. I felt like I was ten feet tall when her pretty brown eyes caught fire and her chest heaved with every intake of breath. I never thought that the simple act of undressing could be so erotic, the best kind of foreplay. I forced myself not to reach out and touch her. My hand shook with the need to rip the rest of her clothes off her body in an effort to hurry things along.

When we were both naked, I took her hand and walked us into the bathroom. Once the water was warm enough, I pulled her in the shower and gathered her in my arms. I cradled her face in my hands and brushed her cheeks with my thumbs. She was so small next to me. I bent down and brushed my lips against hers. “You are so beautiful, my tesorino.” Finally, I kissed her the way I had wanted to for days. Our tongues glided in a dance that could only be described as triumphant. I consumed her, sucked the breath from her body and in exchange gave her mine. It was the single most intimate moment I had ever experienced. Not that it surprised me, it was Olivia.

When I finally pulled back, she was breathless and flushed. Perfect.

“Turn around and face the wall.” I was so much taller than she was I needed to be behind her to touch all the places I wanted to. She did as I asked and my hands immediately cupped both of her breasts. Heavy, full, and so fucking soft in my hands. I squeezed them and plucked at her nipples until her ass was rubbing against my hard cock pressed at the small of her back. I dared not look down, the sight of my cock on her bare skin would make me explode. Her breathy sighs turned into desperate moans. She was there.

“Are you ready?” I whispered in her ear, flattening my tongue on the soft skin below her lobe and licking down to her sexy collarbone.

“Yes,” she whined.

I slid my right hand down her flat stomach until I reached her neatly trimmed curls. Normally I like a closer shave, but the sexy landing strip she left gave me just enough hair to tug. Her deep throaty moan that followed told me she liked it, too. My hand found her wetness, and I couldn’t wait any longer. A few hard circles around her clit before I pushed two fingers inside of her.

“Leo,” she panted.

“I’ll get you there,” I promised.

I only hoped it was before I came all over her back. Her ass was grinding on my cock harder, faster. I doubled my efforts and stroked the top wall of her pussy and pinched her nipple with my left hand.

She came on my hand with a low sexy whine calling my name over and over. I removed my fingers and shut off the water, uncaring that neither of us had actually washed. I needed a bed and her wrapped around my cock.

Fuck drying off, I didn’t care that we were both soaking wet when I laid her on the bed and crawled over her.

“I don’t want anything between us,” I told her. “I’m clean, we’re tested every month at work. I haven’t been with a woman since my last test.”

Olivia looked up at me, some of the fog clearing from her eyes. “I’m clean. Promise. I was tested after…you know.”

“Baby, I wasn’t telling you that because I don’t trust you. I was more asking you if you were okay with us not using a condom.”

“I’m not on birth control,” she said with disappointment in her voice.

No birth control, I didn’t need to think about what the ramifications of my next words meant. I knew what I wanted. I felt my heart pound in my chest, and suddenly everything clicked into place.

“I’m good with that. But, tesorino, if you’re not, I’ll grab a condom.”

Unmoving, I waited for her to answer. Too afraid that if I even flinched my unruly cock would find her awaiting heat and it’d be too late for discussions. I wouldn’t take this choice from her.