I look her over entirely. At her shoulders. Her collarbone. The swell of her breasts. The line of her stomach. Every part of her is art and temptation and the final fucking undoing of my self-control.
I step in, cupping both breasts in my hands, the weight of them filling my palms perfectly. She gasps, arching into the touch, and I don’t hesitate. My mouth finds one tight peak, sucking it intothe heat of my mouth, tongue flicking over her. Her head tips back with a quiet moan, and her body leans closer, desperate for more. I shift, licking across to the other, drawing it in with a low groan. Olivia’s hands find my shoulders, nails digging in hard. I pull back slowly then, releasing her breast with a soft pop.
“Lie back for me,” I say, voice low, dripping with hunger. She does, eyes wide, lips parted, chest still heaving.
Then I sink to my knees before skimming my hands down the backs of her calves, sliding up to her knees. I nudge them apart and press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. Olivia’s fingers slide into my hair, threading through like she’s grounding herself. When I glance up, fuck me—she’s watching. Eyes locked on mine, full of hunger. Trust. Desperation.
“Beautiful,” I grit out. “So fucking beautiful.”
I mouth her pussy through the lace, sucking just enough to feel the heat of her, to taste the dampness soaking through. Her hips jerk as she tightens her fingers in my hair.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers.
I drag the flimsy material aside and lick a long, deliberate swipe through her—this time, no lace, no barrier, just the slick heat of arousal against my tongue. I groan, lapping her up like a man gone too long without. Starved. Obsessed. My tongue presses flatly, slow at first, over her clit, before flicking it until her back bows clean off the bed, and she moans my name like a sin.
I suck harder, bury my tongue deeper until I’m right where she needs me, until I can’t go any further, until she’s squirming, breathless, undone. Her thighs clamp around my head suddenly, and I know she’s close.
“You’re perfect,” I growl against her. “Let go for me, Trouble.”
And when she does. Fuck. It’s everything.
28
Olivia
Stuck On You - Giveon
My brain’s lagging, still malfunctioning from whatever the hell that just was. Every nerve is on fire, every breath ragged, like my lungs are trying to piece themselves back together. Sebastian shifts back on his knees, chest rising hard, mouth damp, and fuck… it’s the hottest sight my eyes have ever landed on.
How is it legal for a man to look like that?It should be criminal.
But I’m not done. God help me, I’m not even close to done. And there’s no bloody chance he is, either. I sit up and meet his eyes. “We’re not finished,” I say, my voice wrecked from moaning his name but somehow still holding an edge. A challenge. A promise.
That smirk, that dark, lazy, ruin-me smile, slides across his face. “No?”
“No.”
“You’ve got that look again,” he says, voice a little deeper now.
I feign innocence. “What look?”
“The one that getsmein trouble.”
I bite back a smile. Because he’s right. “But you like a little trouble, right?”
“Sweetheart,” he drawls, voice smooth like silk, “I fucking crave it.”
His shirt hits the floor in one smooth move. Muscles flex beneath the dim light, every line of him carved in shadow and temptation. My stomach drops—hard—because holy hell. He’s sin and self-control wrapped in the same body, and I can see both fraying. My pulse hasn’t stopped racing since he first touched me. That cocky tone does dangerous things to my insides. I huff, biting my lip, trying not to show just how undone I still am.
Bastard.
I should be the one protesting. I am the one who just shattered for him. But I want more. I want all of him. I want to see what he looks like when he lets go completely. His eyes dip down my body, heat pouring off him in waves. “So fucking greedy.”
“Not denying it.” My heart tries to punch its way out of my chest.
And then—
He pushes his trackies down, and my brain blanks.
