by Jamie Craig
The last thing he wanted was to walk away from her, but he did it anyway, knowing she would follow as soon as she could. Her bedroom looked different now, the bed more welcoming, the air warmer, and he quickly shed his shoes and coat. His shirt came next, but before he bothered with his jeans, he turned down the blankets, setting aside the extra pillows from the bed so there would be nothing to stop them once she came.
He hesitated when he saw the way his hand trembled. Fuck. He knew he was excited, that Olivia got to him as no woman had in a very long time—since Susanna, if he was being honest with himself—but the visible evidence made his stomach clench. What was he doing? This wasn’t like him. He didn’t sleep in, and he didn’t go head over heels for a woman he barely knew, and he sure as hell didn’t get nervous about sleeping with her for the first time.
Except he did. He was. And he wasn’t going to back down, no matter how much he looked like he was caught in a crosswind.
With a deep breath, Isaac settled on the bed, propping his back against the headboard. Each second of her absence dragged forward. He inhaled deeply when she finally floated into the room, pushing the earrings out of her ears and unlatching her bracelet. She paused when she saw him, her blue eyes shining.
“A girl could get used to this sort of thing,” she murmured.
Before he could ask about what sort of thing, Olivia pulled her sweater over her head. The sight of her in her bra wasn’t new, but it was different than before. He had been too worried about her health—and that damned coin—earlier to worry about how amazing her breasts looked in it. Amazing might not have been the right word for it. He didn’t know the right word.
Olivia slid her hands over her breasts and down her stomach to rest on the waistband of her jeans. She undid the top button, revealing a patch of skin below her belly button that he longed to kiss, and slowly unzipped her fly. Her heated gaze remained steady as she pushed her jeans past her hips and down her thighs, exposing her long, perfect legs.
He held his hand out to her, surprised the tremor that had controlled it before was gone. “Come here.”
Taking his hand, she allowed him to pull her onto his lap, her pussy pressed against his denim-clad erection as she straddled him. She exhaled softly, her lips so close to his he almost felt them. “Thank you for my lovely date.”
“I was the one with the lovely date.” He trailed the tip of his tongue across her lower lip, splaying his fingers over her ass to keep her in place. “Thank you for breaking your no dating colleagues rule.”
“You make it very easy for me to forget my rule even exists. I’ve got a bit of a crush on you.”
“Whatever it takes.” His lips skimmed along her jaw. “I don’t think I’ve ever known a woman who made me want to throw all the rules out the window like you do.”
She looped her arms around his neck, rubbing her breasts against his chest. The thin silk did absolutely nothing to hide her hard nipples. “What does it look like when a straight-laced, play-it-by-the-book guy like you throws out all the rules?”
“Not pretty. Not pretty at all.”
He scraped the edge of his teeth down her neck, seeking out the soft hollow of her throat. The fragile skin fluttered beneath his tongue, and her muted moan went straight to his cock, pressing even harder against his zipper. Unable to resist, he smoothed his hands upward, then slipped them back down, easing beneath her panties.
“Is that what you want?” He lapped at a bead of perspiration at the base of her throat. “A straight-laced, play-it-by-the-book kind of guy?”
She was already starting to breathe harder, and her pulse raced against his lips. Her fingers trailed down his spine, leaving fire everywhere she touched him. “I want a guy who knows when it’s time to throw out the rules.”
He yanked her off-balance, jerking her hips closer. Her hands flew to the side to keep from falling back against his legs. With one firm hand on her hip, he dragged the other around to her stomach, circling her belly button over and over again while his gaze remained locked on her flushed face.
“So does that mean nothing’s off-limits tonight?”
Olivia’s breath hitched and she shook her head. “No, nothing is off-limits.”
His hand slid lower, beneath the elastic of her bikini briefs. The second he felt the damp curls, he groaned. “God, you’re so wet, Olivia.” He needed to taste, needed to know what she would be like against his tongue, and it wasn’t the same as wanting to devour her mouth, wasn’t the same at all. Without looking away, Isaac dragged a finger between her outer lips, watching her eyes widen, her breath come in soft pants. They widened even further when he pulled his hand out and sucked away the glistening fluid clinging to his finger.
“Are you going to tease me all night?”
She arched her back and he slid his finger down her damp panties, tracing the outline of her lips through the material. Her soft moan coaxed him for more. He didn’t need the encouragement. Her heat was unbelievable, and he already craved another taste. He grabbed her legs and pulled them straight until her feet braced against the headboard on either side of his chest.
Sliding his hands beneath her to cup her ass, he guided her upward, toward his mouth. He could smell her arousal now, a rich smell mingled with the scents of her perfume and soap.
Closing his eyes, he dropped his mouth to her mound, biting her through the silk. Olivia bucked and he tightened his grip, refusing her the leeway to move beyond his reach. He nibbled down over her outer lips and over her opening, stopping to trace it with his tongue.
“This teases me more than it teases you.” Sucking hard at the silk, he moaned at the same time Olivia did, her taste flooding his mouth. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
“You better not.” She dropped her head back, and the tips of her hair tickled his skin. One leg hooked around his neck, while the other draped over his shoulder. “No matter what I say.”
He chuckled. With Olivia now supporting part of her weight, he could move one of his hands from her ass. He curled his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties and jerked the fabric out of his way, his breath catching when the full scent of her excitement assaulted him. The urge to sink his teeth into her was great, but he silenced it, choosing instead to let his thumb stroke over her clit.
She jerked against him, like he’d touched her with a live wire. Wondering if he would get the same response, he did it again. If anything, her reaction was stronger, her calf tightening around the back of his neck. She dripped with arousal, and her clit pulsed against his thumb. He couldn’t remember ever being with anybody who was this wet for him. Damned if he was going to wait any longer.
He pressed harder against her clit and dragged the tip of his tongue down her lips until he reached her opening. Isaac looked at her through his lashes, and she stared at him, her eyes heavy. Slowly, he pushed his tongue into her heated flesh.
A low keening came from her throat. Her ass tightened beneath his hand, and she began to rock to meet the thrusts of his tongue, coating his chin in her juices. Every time he pushed inside, her inner walls clenched, an electric portent of what would come when she squeezed around his cock. It would be even better than he’d imagined. She was already better than anything he could have dreamed.
Isaac slid down the bed, forcing her to sit up, her knees on either side of his head. “Ride my mouth,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “Do it, Olivia.”
He felt rather than heard her moan as it vibrated through her body. She wrapped her hands around the rails of the headboard and obediently shifted her hips. She moved slowly at first, like she was testing him, but when he gripped her thighs and found her clit again, she immediately jolted. His tongue plunged into her, meeting her rhythm as she rocked faster against his face. She began panting his name, a sound both satisfied and pleading, like she just wanted a little more from him, and then a little more after that.
The heat from her thighs saturated his flesh, and her juices made each stroke in and out of her s
oft passage that much sweeter. Isaac pulled his lips back to expose his teeth, allowing them to catch on the tender skin as often as he could, and was rewarded with fresh tremors, muscles quivering beneath his hand as he spread her even wider.
“That’s it,” he breathed. “God, let me feel you come, please, sweetheart, please.”
She bucked against him, clenching around his tongue once more before freezing above him, her body quivering. She took a deep breath, and it erupted from her in a shout as her juices filled his mouth and her flesh trembled against his lips. Her muscles unlocked and she rocked her hips again, building more and more friction until another shout tore from her throat, his name echoing against the walls. She fell forward, bracing herself on the headboard. He released her thighs and she lifted herself, allowing him to slide from beneath her.
Isaac twisted to get on his knees behind her, folding his arms around her body. He tweaked a hard nipple as he raked his teeth up her sweat-damp neck, ending at her ear. “I love the way you taste.”
Turning her head, she smiled at him, her hand going to the back of his neck. “Good,” she said between breaths, “because we will be doing that again.”
“That…” he traced the shell of her ear, “…and this.” he ground his erection against her ass, both of them moaning at the contact “and anything else you want.”
She leaned over and fumbled for the top drawer of the nightstand. She pulled it open without looking at it, her hand immediately returning to the headboard, as if she’d fall if she didn’t support her weight. “There are condoms…in there.”
His mouth slanted, and he let go of her waist to reach behind and pull his wallet out of his back pocket. “There are some in there too.” He tossed it onto the pillow. “There’s breaking rules, and then there’s being a complete idiot.” He bowed his head to nibble at her shoulder. “I’m not an idiot.”
“No, you’re not.” She scooped up the wallet, opened it and pulled out a condom. He continued to nibble and lick along her shoulder, loath to take his mouth away from her. She tore through the cellophane wrapper with steady fingers, but when she reached back to pass it to him, he noticed her hand shake slightly.
Isaac caressed the side of her hand, emboldened by the knowledge that this—this desire, this overwhelming need—wasn’t just him. With his other, he opened his jeans, reaching inside his boxers to fist his aching cock.
“At least it means we’re not making a mad dash to the drug store after the first time.” Tilting his cock, he dragged the head down the crack of her ass, shuddering at the sensation of her silk across the sensitive tip. His teeth sank into her neck and she cried out, her back automatically arching until her ass pressed into his shaft. “I don’t want to wait any longer.” He plucked the condom from between her fingers. “I don’t think I can.”
“No, no waiting,” she agreed. Isaac sat back on his heels, pulling the rubber out of its wrapper. She pushed her bikinis down to her knees as he unrolled the condom down his length. He slid a finger down her ass and between her legs, finding her slick opening. Olivia shuddered at the contact, pushing back against his hand. “Please…Isaac…”
There was no need to wait. He was ready, she was wet, and they were both desperate to feel even more of the other. Gripping her hips, he kept her still as he angled his cock, sliding between her legs and then between her outer lips to graze across her clit. The shudder that wracked through Olivia echoed into him, and he bent further at the knees. With one smooth motion, he sheathed himself in her tight channel, only stopping when he felt her ass against the base of his cock.
“Oh.” It was just a whisper of sound from her throat, but it seemed thick with relief and desire. She straightened and swayed back against him, but he put his hand flat against her back and pushed forward until she bent at the waist. He began with a long, slow stroke, but she clenched around his cock, and the fire burning just below his skin demanded more.
He needed more hands. He didn’t want to relinquish his hold on her hips, to pull and push at her body until the sound of their sweaty skin slapping against each other filled the room. And he didn’t want to stop stroking the muscles of her back, feeling them twitch and spasm against his palm as her breathy panting joined the music of their flesh. But he also wanted to reach around and find her clit, or her nipple, or both, and pinch and pull to overload her with sensation.
Next time. We’ve got all night. He thrust harder when her knee slipped a little on the bed, changing their angle. And tomorrow night. And the night after that.
Olivia moaned and yelped with each hard thrust, but as he moved faster, the sound seemed to lodge in her throat. She released the headboard and slid her hand between her thighs. He couldn’t see what she was doing, but he felt it when she pressed her finger against her clit. She clenched so tightly around him, he almost went cross-eyed.
It only took another stroke for him to feel his balls tighten, for that familiar curl of fire to spread through his groin, radiate out to his skin and make him shout out as he came. It might have been her name, it might have been nonsense. It didn’t matter. The moment stretched, bubbled and boiled and burned, and all Isaac knew was Olivia, the silk of her skin beneath his hands, and the sound of her voice as it filled him up.
He waited until his muscles stopped trembling and the aftershocks stopped rolling down his spine before slowly pulling away from her. He pushed himself off the bed, standing on weak legs to peel the condom from his cock and kick off the rest of his clothes.
Olivia stretched out on the mattress, rolling onto her back. Her cheeks were flushed, her smile satisfied. “That was worth throwing the rules out.”
He crawled back onto the bed, stretching along her length and propping himself up on his knuckles to look down at her. “You tell me what rules to follow and I’ll be there. Anything you want.” He skimmed his mouth over hers, chasing after the small bead of sweat that had collected at the corner. “Anything.”
Olivia ran her fingers through his hair and smiled. “You know, I’ve heard that before, after sex. But you really mean it, don’t you?”
Isaac only matched her smile and kissed her again. He meant it. By the end of the night, he was determined she wouldn’t feel the need to question it. By the end of the night, he was determined she’d understand he knew there was a time and place for everything, whether it was work, fun, or something deeper than both.
He meant it. He meant more. She would know that too.
Chapter Fourteen
Olivia braced herself against Isaac’s shoulders, her nails digging into his firm skin. The new angle drove him against her G-spot. He tensed beneath her, and she knew he wanted to move faster, but she wouldn’t let him. She kept each stroke slow and measured, though it took every ounce of her self-control. She felt tender and sensitive, and each thrust created a sharp friction that electrified her muscles. It was almost—but not quite—too much for her to tolerate.
Their gazes met, and her image reflected back from his brown depths. She rocked away, letting him fill her completely. Before she could move again, he pinched her clit lightly between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped, all thoughts of control fleeing as he shifted his hips, pulling away from her and then slamming forward. He pistoned his hips, thrusting into her quickly until she arched her back and moaned his name. Was it her sixth orgasm? Her seventh for the night? Olivia had lost track. She only knew her muscles were watery, her lungs burned, and her throat was sore. And she felt fucking fantastic.
She collapsed on his chest, exhaustion clouding her brain. She hoped Isaac was comfortable, because she didn’t intend to move. Ever. She just wanted to lay on his slick chest and listen to his heartbeat as it slowed, and let his steady breathing lull her. When he ran his hands down her back, she sighed softly. She opened her mouth to tell him how amazing he was, but the phone interrupted her.
His, not hers.
“You are not answering that.”
“Hadn’t planned on it.” His mouth gra
zed over her temple. “That requires moving.”
“Good.” After a few seconds, the bedroom was silent again. She closed her eyes, unable to hold back her content smile. Sleeping in Isaac’s arms the night before had been surprisingly nice, but this was so much better. The phone burst into life again as she drifted into sleep. “Who is calling at you three in the morning?”
“Nobody ever calls me at this hour, except…” His voice trailed off as his eyes opened to meet her exasperated gaze. “It’s gotta be Nathan. I should probably get it.”
She sighed, but she didn’t move. “Do you have to? Can’t he just leave a message like a normal person?”
The corner of his mouth lifted, and he buried his face in her neck. “Okay. This time, we’ll be normal people. Go back to sleep.”
Olivia closed her eyes once the phone stopped again, but she didn’t even have a chance to take a breath before the phone started ringing a third time. “He is not going to give up, is he?” With an annoyed sigh, she rolled away from him. “Tell him to call you back.”
Isaac leaned to the side and stretched over the edge of the bed in order to retrieve his jeans. Coins jingled in his pocket as he pulled out the phone, but he didn’t straighten back up as he answered it.
“Call me back tomorrow,” he barked without a normal greeting. She waited for him to drop the phone, but the silence went on far too long, ending with, “Oh. I didn’t think about that. Sorry.” Pulling the phone away from his ear, he glanced back at her, but she knew what he was going to say even before he opened his mouth. “I’m just going to take this really quick. He’s freaked out because I didn’t answer the phone. He thought something had happened to me.”
Olivia nodded and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Hurry,” she murmured, before pushing herself off the bed. She didn’t need to listen to the conversation, and she couldn’t really blame Nathan for being freaked out. It had been all too easy for her to forget about Gabriel, and whoever was stalking Isaac. If she had been thinking clearly, she would have handed the phone to Isaac herself.