“I probably shouldn’t have kissed you,” Weston admitted, his palms tickling my skin. “I kept telling myself not to touch you, to keep my hands to myself, but your presence takes up the entire room, my entire fucking mind.”
“Weston,” I sighed, “Don’t say those kinds of things to me.”
“Why not?” he asked, going as far as pushing my dress higher. It bunched around my breasts, and I knew the silent question that was present:can I see you?
“Because,” I said firmly.
They did things to me. Brightened my entire world. Made me feel alive. Made my heart beat a little harder. Made my clitcravehis touch.
“Because you like it. You like knowing how hard it is to keep my hands to myself,” he said. “It’s going to be torture keeping my hands off you after this. I’m going to want your mouth again and again. I’m going to fucking fantasize about it every day for the rest of my life. Do you know that?”
“Weston,” I breathed out in warning.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. The biggest difference between my brother and me is that I mean what comes out of my mouth. I’m not bullshitting you when I say that I’ve thought about this moment for months. That every time I see you smile and laugh with staff, I think about it being only for me. That I wonder on a daily basis how sweet you taste, and I’m not just talking about your mouth.”
9
OLIVIA
If Weston wasn’t careful, his words alone were going to cause an orgasm to rip through me. But at the mention of his brother, I pulled back slightly, that familiar sense of shame rippling through me.
What was I doing?
I told myself there was no possible way I’d hurt Lennon the same way he did me, yet here I was, doing that.
What was worse—I didn’t want to pull away.
I wanted Weston’s words to sink into my psyche and fuck me so hard that I’d never be able to forget him. I wanted his lips on every inch of my skin, touching the softest flesh on my body. And I wanted that more than just tonight, despite not knowing every little detail about him.
But that shame inside of me was a little louder. “Weston, we should stop.”
“See, I thought the same thing. Even told myself to have a little bit of self-control, but I can’t let you leave here without knowing what it feels like to be completely wanted by a Taylors man. And if he can’t give you that, that only leaves one other person…”
I smirked around the tension that claimed me. “Your dad?”
His eyes shimmered with something I couldn’t place before one of his hands came up to grip my jaw and hold my head at an angle. Just like that, my guilt left the building. “Your smart mouth is going to get you in trouble.”
“Thought I already was.”
“Oh, you are.” His expression flared, and then a pounding sounded off to the side, coming from the direction of the break room door.
Hope blossomed in my chest, but it was hard to give it the attention it deserved when Weston was taking up so much of my space, mentally and physically.
A deep voice broke into our impenetrable bubble, into our moment. “Olivia? Are you in there?”
Lennon.
He must have noticed I wasn’t at his house and came back to look for me. Knowing he cared about me at the most basic level did something to me, but then I remembered how things had been the last few weeks. How horrible and unwanted they made me feel.
“Hello? Olivia, can you hear me?”
When my gaze connected with Weston’s, he challenged me, whispering out, “Answer him.”
My eyes flicked between his. His brother on the other side of the door did nothing for him. He stayed rooted in place before me. His fingers trailed along my skin, brushing up and down, enticing me to play along.
“Y-yeah,” I shouted, trusting Weston implicitly. “The handle is jammed!” I yelled out, my breath faltering when Weston’s fingers drifted down my abs toward my lacey thong again.
“Jesus. Why didn’t you call me?” he shouted back inquestion. “I got back to my place, and you weren’t there. I called Ava, and she said you went to the bathroom and never came back.”
