The door creaks open. My eyes find Olive, the light from the bathroom highlighting her. Her face is clear of all her makeup, and her long hair is braided, cascading over her shoulder. I shift in the bed to make my growing reaction to her less noticeable. As she walks toward me, my heart rate increases with every step.
Lifting the covers, she lies down next to me, and I scoot down so I’m on my back next to her. I stare at the ceiling, unsure of what to do next, when the bed shifts. Her breath tickles my arm, and I turn to my side to face her. She has her hands tucked between the pillow and her cheek, staring straight ahead, not meeting my eyes. As I run the back of my finger down her cheek, her eyes flutter closed. She’sbreathtakingly stunning, even with the ever-present pain still evident in her dark eyes. I wish she’d let me in. But if this is all I get from her, I’ll take it, at least until I can convince her to let me in fully.
“Nate…” Her breathless voice hits me right in the groin.
With my hand on the back of her head, I press my lips to her forehead. “Get some sleep, Olive.”
She rolls so her back is toward me, and I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her luscious body closer. Her skin against mine is as soothing as it is electrifying to my system. I resist the urge to move my hips against her softness. I can tell the moment she realizes how hard I am for her because her muscles tense.
“Nate?”
“Just ignore that. It seems to be a recurring problem I’ve learned to live with since I met you.” I pull her tighter against me. Her huff of a laugh has me smiling against her hair. “Goodnight, Olive.”
“Goodnight, Nate.”
23
Olive
Arumbling under my cheek rouses me. Disoriented, I blink my eyes open. Warmth presses into my face as I shift my body from the weird angle I’m lying in. A strong hand grips my hip as the realization hits me that I’m squished against Nate’s side, with my leg slung across his middle and my head on his chest. I slide my leg down his body, and it brushes something very hard. A deep groan vibrates against me as my thigh slips farther down. The hand not gripping my hip grabs me behind the knee to still my retreat, causing heat to blossom in my stomach. He turns slightly so that his thigh slips between mine, moving his leg, and it grazes my core. A moan slips involuntarily from me at the small amount of friction.
I lift my head and meet Nate’s lust-filled gaze. Before I can take another breath, our positions switch, and I’m onmy back, staring up at Nate’s handsomeness. His eyes rove over my face as he presses his hips against mine. My lips part as a gasp slips out.
“Olive, I want you so fucking bad.”
There’s no hesitation in my answer. “Please, Nate.”
His lips take mine in a bruising kiss. Despite my concern about my morning breath, he doesn’t seem to care, and my lips part to allow his tongue to explore mine. I bite his lip lightly as I search for the friction my overly sensitive clit so desperately needs. When his lips rip off mine, his eyes are wild with desire.
“Slight problem.” His voice is tinged with desperation. “I don’t have a condom, but I get tested regularly and don’t have anything.”
“I don’t either, and I’m on birth control.” I wrap my legs around his waist and circle my hips, pulling a moan from both of us. “Nate, I need you inside of me.”
Sitting back on his feet, he breaks the hold my thighs have on him with his abrupt movement. His impressive erection strains the fabric of his boxer briefs with a noticeable wet spot on the front. Nate grips my pajama pants, pulling them off my already writhing body.
He groans while his hands run up the outside of my legs. “No panties. I’m glad I didn’t know that last night.” His intense stare that’s fixed between my legs makes my skin flush.
My body arches as his fingers gather my wetness and rub gently on my clit. Nate leans forward, one hand planting on the bed next to me, the other continuing the ministrations on my pussy. His lips fasten around my nipple, his tongue wetting the fabric of my shirt.
“I should’ve taken this off of you before I touched you,” he mumbles against my breast. I moan when two fingersslide inside me. “But now that I have my hands on you, I’m not wasting a goddamn second.”
His fingers twist inside of me, rubbing on the most sensitive part. Nate’s lips move from one nipple to the other, his palm rubbing against my clit. Moaning, I squirm under his skilled touch. He releases my nipple, the wet fabric clinging to each of them, further heightening the sensation. Giving me one more deep kiss, he shifts back onto his feet.
The sensation of his fingers slipping from my wetness has me making a noise of disappointment. “Nate, I’m so close. Please touch me again.”
“I know, baby. But I need you to come with me inside you.” He pulls his boxer briefs down, and my breathing picks up as his hand runs up and down his shaft a few times. Shuffling forward until he’s close enough to run his tip up and down my slit, he gathers my wetness. I hold my breath when I feel the pressure at my opening. He plants one hand beside me once again as he locks eyes with mine. We both groan as he slowly pushes inside, his girth stretching me. The pleasure of him is suffocating. Once he’s fully seated, he settles his weight on top of me. He brushes my hair back from my face so lovingly that my breath hitches in my chest.
I roll my hips the best I can under him. With his pelvis pressed perfectly against my clit, my fingers dig into his back. “Nate, I’m going to come.”
He shifts his hips a few times, causing me to pant in response to the stimulation. “Olive, yes. Please come on me so I can fuck you.”
He captures my lips again, our tongues toying with the other. The movement of both our hips has me exploding in just a few more moments. I tear my lips from his as a moan tears from my lungs.
“Goddamn, Olive. You’re going to make me come justfrom your orgasm gripping me so tight.” Nate starts to piston his hips against mine. He wasn’t lying about how close he was. With a sexy grunt, he pulses inside of me as he fills me. He slumps against me briefly before rolling us so that he’s on his back and I’m sprawled on top of him.
His hand runs up and down my spine as we catch our breaths. The feel of his skin is soothing, and I relax further into him. When he slips from me, I feel our combined release drip between my thighs. I have no doubt he feels it.
“Nate, I’m making a mess.”
