“You wore this blue dress with silver rhinestones across the top that went with the crown on your head.”
“Tiara,” she corrected me with a raised brow. “You still remember that?”
“It was hard not to look at you for the whole night, so the image is kind of burned into my brain. Mom, of course, didn’t give me the option to stay home, so I watched every guy, including my friends, fall all over themselves to dance with you.”
“Not every guy.” She quirked a brow at me. “Whenever I’d glance your way, you had a permanent scowl on your face. It was hot, but I was told to behave myself and not antagonize you for the night.”
“At first, I was annoyed I had to go,” I confessed, “but then I was annoyed that I couldn’t ask you to dance. Or I didn’t know how. I forgot for a bit that I couldn’t stand you. You were just this goddess I couldn’t take my eyes off. It confused the shit out of me, so I acted like I usually did in those situations. I sat back and watched other people take what I wanted.”
I never told anyone about that night or how my friends noticed the way I was gawking at her and had called me on it. How long had this been brewing between us, and how long would it take to find the guts to claim Olivia as mine? Lifelong habits died hard.
“You could take it now.” Her hooded eyes were dark as the robe pooled at her feet.
“Fuck, look at you,” I rasped, my eyes sweeping down her naked body before I grabbed the back of her neck and hauled her mouth to mine.
She moaned into the kiss, laughing against my lips. “There’s more to look at every day.”
I backed her against the table, lifting her by the waist to set her down on the wood.
“You’re fucking perfection,” I whispered and dragged my lips down her throat and over her breasts, closing my mouth around a rigid nipple and letting it go with a pop. I ran my mouth down her torso, coasting my hand over her stomach as I trailed kisses across her hip.
The CD continued to play as I hooked her leg over my shoulder, sucking on the damp skin on the inside of her thigh, teasing us both.
“Jesus, Tyler.” She grasped the back of my head, pulling a fistful of my hair when I finally gave us what we wanted. I grabbed her hips to bring her closer, digging my fingers into her thighs as I lost all control and devoured her. I slipped my tongue inside, my eyes almost rolling back at the sweet taste of her in my mouth. Her legs quivered against my cheeks as her heels dug into the back of my neck.
“Tyler, please,” Olivia begged, whimpering as she writhed on the table. I was hypnotized by the sway of her breasts as her chest heaved and how her eyes clenched shut in pleasure—pleasure that I was giving to her.
She opened her mouth to say something else when her head fell back, just as she clenched hard on my tongue. When I lifted my head, I took in the flush on her skin and the way she clutched one of the chairs behind her.
I was a lucky fucking bastard.
I swept my tongue across my lower lip, not wanting to waste a drop of her, and laughed when she peeked at me with one eye open.
“You’re lethal, Tyler,” she said as she sat up, running a hand down my chest before hooking her finger into the waistband of my boxers.
I pushed them down the rest of the way, letting them drop at my feet and grabbed her hips.
“You’re magic, Olivia.”
She laughed until I slid inside her. We rocked back and forth, our mouths still moving, trading soft moans as we ignited, the table creaking below us as I slammed into her over and over again. She met me thrust for thrust, hooking her arm around my neck to get us even closer.
Deep enough—orenough—didn’t exist where Olivia was concerned.
When she pulsed around me again, I finally let go, giving her all I had until we slumped against each other.
“Maybe you can sleep a little now. I know I can,” she teased as her mouth opened with a loud yawn.
“I only have an hour, but yeah, maybe I can.” I brushed her lips and lifted her off the table.
“I’ll get up with you. I should scrub the table anyway.” Her lips twitched as she scooped our clothes from the floor and shut off the CD.
Olivia belonged to me. Maybe I couldn’t tell her yet, but I’d show her in every other way I could.
I could only hope that was enough.
TWENTY-NINE
OLIVIA
