by J. H. Croix
“You’d best say so now if you’d like me to go.” I closed my eyes and gulped in air. Opening them, I locked my gaze with hers. “I want you, Olivia, but I need to know if you want me too.”
I could see the rapid flutter of her pulse in her neck, the flush cresting her cheeks, and feel her breasts rising and falling with her breath against my chest. She swallowed and lifted a hand to adjust her glasses. She was quiet long enough, I started to worry. Then, she nodded. When she didn’t say anything, I was compelled to speak. “What does that mean?”
Her eyes widened, and she swallowed again. “I want you.” Her words fell into the quiet room, crystal clear and soft.
A knot of tension I hadn’t even known had been balled up in my chest eased. I reached up and removed her glasses, carefully setting them on a small table beside the couch. “Okay then.”
I’d had all kinds of ideas about how I’d prove beyond any doubt to Olivia that sex wasn’t boring. Most of them involved fantasies of how I’d be in control of myself because then I could orchestrate what was happening. I’d look back later and realize how little control I had and what a silly, arrogant man I’d been. The sound of her glasses clicking against the wood of the small table was like a fire alarm inside. I threaded my hand into her wild, dark curls and brought my lips to hers again. What followed was pure madness, my control lost in the wake of the lust pounding through me.
She sighed into my mouth, a soft sound coming from her throat, and I yanked her hard against me. It was as if our kiss on the stairs had been on pause. Her leg curled around mine and she arched into me. I could feel the tight peaks of her nipples through her thin blouse, and I shoved it up, groaning at the feel of her silky skin. Everything was in the way. I tore my mouth from hers and flung her shirt off. Those fumbled, heated, unplanned moments in her office hadn’t given me time to truly look at her. I let my eyes travel down, tracing a finger around her taut nipples. She wore another flimsy excuse for a bra, the sheer cream lace offering glimpses of pink. I dragged my tongue over the lace, smiling against her when she moaned and arched into my mouth. While I poured my need to practically absorb her inside by drenching the lace covering her, I cupped both breasts in my palms, savoring the fullness. I finally lifted my head and almost came on the spot when I saw her.
Her eyes were half closed, her cheeks flushed and her breath coming in shallow pants. She was arching into me, rolling her hips against my cock, which was so hard it was a miracle I hadn’t made a mess in my trousers. I dragged my tongue into the valley between her breasts and finally flicked my thumb under the clasp, groaning at the sight of her breasts tumbling free. They were perfect, her nipples wet, pink and standing erect. I couldn’t help but suck one and then the other into my mouth again. When she gasped me name, I lifted my head. I didn’t know why, but the sound of my name sent a whip of need through me.
“Yes, luv?”
Her eyes opened and narrowed. Without a word, her leg uncurled from where she’d hooked it behind mine. She reached between us and roughly tore my jeans open, sliding her hand over my cock. What little control I’d thought I had was lost, and I groaned, my forehead falling to hers and she curled her palm around me and stroked up and down over my briefs. My cock throbbed under her touch, and I needed more. Now.
Somehow we stumbled to her couch. That skirt I’d imagined slowly dragging up over her hips was tossed aside, along with the rest of our clothes in a fumbling mess. Suave was not the word I’d use to describe any of this. I was clinging to my control, hanging on with my fingernails. We ended up in a tangle on the sofa. I couldn’t get enough of every inch and was busy exploring her with my lips and hands when she pushed me back. I dragged my eyes open, fuzzy and unfocused in my mind, to find her with that stern look. Oh God. I loved that look. Her eyes were narrowed. She pushed a finger on my chest.
“You need to be careful with your knee,” she declared, her words crisp and bossy.
She was leaning back into the cushions, naked save for a pair of sheer black panties. Her breath was coming in gasps, and I could tell she was as bad off as me. My cock throbbed at the sight of her. I was stretched out over her, most definitely oblivious to my knee. “Dr. Bowen,” I drawled. “So nice of you to make an appearance. My knee is quite fine, thank you.”
I knew, I just knew, calling her doctor would elicit her proper side, the side that worried she shouldn’t be with me. I wanted a flicker of that because I loved it so. Her lips tightened, her eyes fairly snapping. “I don’t want you to do something stupid.”
My lips had been mapping a path over the curve of her belly. I dipped my head and dropped another lingering kiss there before looking up again. “You’re right. Give me just a minute and then I’ll follow doctor’s orders.”
Her breath drew in sharply when I slipped my hand between her thighs and stroked across the silk there. It was wet, so wet. I dragged my fingers back and forth, lightly stroking the silk, savoring every roll of her hips and the low moan that escaped her. “Liam, it’s not good for…”
I didn’t wait to see what she might have to say and shoved the silk out of the way, finally getting to do what I’d been fantasizing about for weeks. I slid a finger into her channel, slick with the evidence of her need, and brought my mouth against her. Her hips bucked against me, and I settled in to taste her as thoroughly as I’d been wanting.
Chapter Fourteen
Olivia
Oh. My. God. I was going to melt into the couch. With the feel of Liam’s fingers stroking into me and his tongue doing absolutely wicked things, I was drowning in need. Everything narrowed to my center, to a razor sharp knife-edge where I teetered until he swirled his tongue around my clit and sent me flying. I went taut and distantly heard my sharp cry as pleasure rippled through me. He slowly lifted his head and dragged his fingers out of me and yanked my underwear off with one swift tug. I was stunned as he trailed kisses up over my belly, lingering on my breasts before he stretched out over me. Somewhere along the way, need was already tightening its coil inside. The feel of his cock resting against my slippery folds nearly made me lose my mind all over.
A distant part of my brain tried to remember what I’d been saying before, well before Liam so thoroughly and emphatically disproved my long held belief that sex was boring and not worth the bother. His knee. That’s it. I dragged my eyes open. “Your knee,” I said weakly.
His eyes had gone navy, and I could feel his heart pounding against my breast. I knew he wanted me, as evidenced by the feel of every inch of his hot, hard length sliding against me as he arched his hips slightly. I clung to my sanity. It was all kinds of crazy to be here with him, but I truly couldn’t allow him to endanger his recovery all because he made me lose my mind. “Tell me what I need to do about my knee…Dr. Bowen. But first, tell me if you’re bored.” His mouth curled at one corner in that grin of his that made my belly do flips inside.
I bit my lip to keep from laughing. I was half mortified because I knew he knew I was anything but bored. I shook my head.
“I want to hear you say it,” he insisted, his grin widening.
“Okay. I’m not bored. At all,” I said.
“Right then. So what am I to do about my knee?” he asked, his eyes glinting with mischief.
With my pulse pounding, a luscious shiver raced through me. I called on that part of me I knew so well—the doctor in me who focused on the mechanical functions of joints and things. “You shouldn’t put too much pressure on it,” I choked out when he rolled his hips into mine again.
I was so wet, it was almost ridiculous. His cock slid against me, coasting over the sensitive nub of my desire, the center of my entire world at the moment. I gasped, but I held onto a frayed thread of control.
“How do I make sure I don’t put too much pressure on it?” he asked, his words tight.
I forced myself to move before I lost my mind all over again and shimmied out from under him. “Turn over,” I said once I was standing.
My mout
h went dry when he obeyed instantly. Dear God. His body was a work of art—all lean muscle, every inch of him defined. I’d seen him in bits and pieces, but just now was the first moment I had a chance to see all of him, and what a sight it was. He has a light dusting of dark hair on his chest that tapered down. I’d felt him against me and knew he was well-endowed, but the sight of him rock hard made me clench my thighs together.
His eyes on me, he reached a hand out and snagged his jeans from the messy pile of our clothes. In seconds, he was rolling a condom on and curling a palm around my calf. He slid his hand up my calf and thigh to curl around my bottom, giving it a squeeze before slipping his fingers between my thighs and stroking through my wet folds. The inside of my thighs were wet from my own need.
When I didn’t move, he spoke. “Well luv, I turned over. Now what?”
He pushed himself up into the cushions slightly as he reached for me. I straddled him and settled my hips down, my eyes flying up when a low groan followed by a choked laugh came from him.
“If this is how I keep pressure off my knee, I’ll do whatever you say.”
I flushed and decided to tease him a little. I rocked my hips against him, savoring his groan. He gripped my hips and held me down, grinding into me and nearly making me come from just that. He loosened his grip, and I rose up. I needed to feel him inside me, needed it like I needed air to breathe.
“Olivia.”
My eyes were down as I reached between us. I looked up to find his gaze—so hot and intense, I froze. The tip of his cock was right there, and I wanted to sink down so badly, but he gripped my hip and held me still.
“I want to see you,” he said gruffly.
In slow motion, he eased his hold on me. I slowly sank down, locked in the web of his gaze, groaning at the feel of him filling me. It felt so good, so, so, so good. I held still when my hips met his with him seated deeply within me. My channel throbbed around him. Sex with Liam wasn’t just parts fitting together. No, it was wild and raw and made me feel naked inside and out. I couldn’t help myself and started to rock into him. We moved in slow motion, pleasure tightening and tightening inside, everything narrowing to the point of connection between us.
He slid his palm up my spine, subtly bringing me forward. My breasts pressed against his chest, as hard as the rest of him, as he whispered against my lips. “Come with me.”
The sound of his crisp accent, rough with passion, was all it took to send me over when he rocked deeply into me. I cried out, my head falling into the curve of his neck. My channel clenched and tremors ran through me, the pleasure so acute I could hardly bear it. His arms wrapped around me, and he rocked his hips into me once more before he went taut, a rough cry escaping.
I stayed right where I was, breathing in the scent of his skin with pings of pleasure echoing through my body. He relaxed under me, and our breath slowed in unison. After a few moments, his palm stroked in slow passes up and down my spine. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to move. Ever. I wanted to stay right here with Liam’s arms around me, his cock deep inside of me, and this disarming intimacy shimmering around us.
“You’re cold, luv.”
His voice nudged me out of my dreamy state. I felt the goose bumps on my skin as his palm made another slow pass up my spine. I reluctantly lifted my head. I felt so exposed, it was hard to meet his eyes. His gaze was relaxed and warm and made my heart ease. I tried to think of what to say and was relieved when he spoke.
“Please tell me you’re not planning to send me out in the rain now.”
Considering I didn’t want him to go anywhere ever, I shook my head immediately. I might not be comfortable with how I was feeling, but I was too close to what had just happened for reason to come online.
Though I hadn’t said a word, Liam smiled slightly. “Right then. Shower.”
Somehow we untangled ourselves and made it to the shower. He was completely comfortable in his nakedness, but then I expected he would be. Most athletes were as they spent plenty of time in locker rooms and were subject to the impersonal hands of trainers and the like. I was less so, which surprised me. Even though I’d considered sex boring before, I’d never been prudish. I supposed it was the intimacy of what happened that threw me. If he noticed, he ignored it. Once we were in the shower with steam billowing and hot water streaming over us, he slipped his hands around me from behind and dropped kisses on my neck. I had started to soap myself, and the soap fell to the shower floor with a thump.
“Liam,” I said breathlessly.
“Mmm?”
“It’s slippery in here. I don’t want you to lose your balance.”
My refuge was my doctor’s mind.
He lifted his head and turned me in his arms. “I’ll behave if you soap me off,” he said with a grin.
Chapter Fifteen
Liam
I awoke to the feel of Olivia’s pliant, sleeping form nestled into me. I was curled up behind her, and she happened to wiggle her bottom against me, a rather effective way to wake me up in more ways than one. Her bed was a refuge of comfort as I’d discovered during the night. She had pillows galore and a silky down comforter paired with flannel sheets. I surmised I’d have slept ridiculously well even if we’d been under scratchy burlap because Olivia was beside me. My body was ready for another few hours of the many wonders of her, yet I was due at PT shortly.
I couldn’t help but slide my hand over the curve of her hip and into the dip of her waist. She made a soft sound and shifted her legs. I had to brush her wild, tangled curls off her neck, so I could have a taste of her. Just one kiss, and then I’d roll over and drag myself out of bed, or so I told myself. Another sound from her—I’d never before been turned on by incoherent, sleepy mumblings, but every sound she made sent blood straight to my groin—and my lips made their way down to that soft curve where her neck met her shoulder. Goose bumps rose on her skin, and I smiled against her. She was awake. I could tell by the subtle tremor that ran through her body.
“Liam, what are you doing?” Her voice was husky from sleep, which only served to notch my need for her even higher. Sleepy and warm with her lush curves against me, she was the epitome of irresistible.
“Saying good morning,” I replied as I reversed course and nibbled on her neck again.
I couldn’t resist sliding my palm under the luscious curve of her breast and trailing my fingertips across her nipples, which obediently tightened the second I touched them. Her breath came out in a gasp as I slid my hand over her belly and into her curls, dipping my fingers into her folds. My entire body tightened at the slick wetness. “Liam…” she started to speak and then groaned when I stroked two fingers into her channel.
“Yes, luv?”
Sweet hell. She felt so good, every inch of her soaking my fingers and her channel clenching around me. Her only reply to my question was to roll her hips into my touch, simultaneously drawing me deeper inside of her and rubbing her bottom against my cock, which was so hard it’s a miracle I didn’t come right then. I needed to be inside of her. Now. I was about to sink into her when I realized I didn’t have a condom anywhere near the bed.
As if she could read my mind, she reached a hand out to the night table by the bed, yanking the drawer open so hard she almost threw it to the floor. “Condom,” she choked out in between gasps as she tossed the foil packet over her shoulder. Like lightning, I tore it open and smoothed it on. Her hair had fallen over her cheek. I brushed it back and curled around her, my lips, teeth and tongue making merry on her neck. With only a subtle shift, the head of my cock was positioned at her entrance.
I held still, barely able to restrain myself. “Olivia,” I breathed.
Her eyes flickered open, and she turned her head just enough for me to lock onto her gaze. I was compelled by the need to see her face when I sank into her. Her cheeks were flushed and her hips rolled back into mine as I buried myself inside of her. My head fell into the curve of her neck, and I breathed in the scent of her
. In contrast to the near desperate madness of last night, this was a slow dance into raw, dizzying bliss. I rocked into her wet, velvet clench, sinking deeper with each slow surge. Her skin was like silk, her scent like honeyed musk, and the soft sounds coming from her coiled me tighter and tighter inside, the pressure building to a crescendo. It snapped with a resounding jolt when her body tightened and her channel throbbed around my cock, a sharp cry breaking from her. My release thundered through me. I’d have likely fallen to the floor at the whiplash of it, so it was quite convenient to be curled around her in bed.
We lay still, and I found myself sifting through her silky curls. Aside from loving them for how wild and beautiful they were, I loved them even more for the way were the only hint of the Olivia I was coming to know underneath her prim exterior with her tidy professional outfits and her hair tamed into a bun. My phone buzzed, and I ignored it. It was probably Alex. He’d be making sure I was meeting him on time for practice. I didn’t want to get up and leave this moment out of time.
Olivia wiggled her hips and rolled over, my cock sliding out of her warmth. Her eyes searched my face, and I wondered what she was thinking. A thread of anxiety wove inside of me. I wasn’t used to this—this desire to linger, to do nothing more than be with someone. I pushed back against it, shoving the feeling away. She sat up, pulling the sheet up to cover herself as she did. I couldn’t help but grin. Anything she did to be proper made me want to tease.
“Little late for that, wouldn’t you say?” I asked.
Her cheeks flushed, and she tucked the sheet under her armpits as she glared at me. She bit the inside of her cheek as she looked over at me.
Seeing as she didn’t seem inclined to speak, I continued. “So, do you still think sex is boring, Dr. Bowen?”
Her cheeks went from flushed to fiery, her eyes darkened, and she leapt out of bed. I followed, albeit at a slower pace than I’d have liked. Mornings were when I was most aware of my still-recovering knee. It tended to be stiff and didn’t loosen until I’d had a steaming hot shower. She appeared to be headed right where I needed to go, so I followed her into the shower, disposing of my condom on the way.