Olivia stiffened, when she heard a noise to her right. There shouldn’t be anyone back here. For a panicked moment, she thought Royce had found her. She started backing up to the back door, her eyes scanning around her, waiting to see if something would reveal itself, when a hand touched her shoulder. Olivia whirled around with a scream.
“Olivia, it’s me.” Heath said, rubbing her shoulders.
Olivia clutched a hand to her chest afraid her heart would burst from it. “You scared the daylights out of me.”
“I’m sorry. I just saw you standing out here, and thought I’d surprise you.”
“Oh, you definitely succeeded in that.” She quipped dryly. He probably scared ten years from her life.
“Sorry again. What were you doing back here?”
“I just needed a moment to think. Actually, there’s something I need to tell you.” She licked her lips nervously. Her heart was still racing, but she needed to tell him, before she chickened out.
“Hold that thought I need to do something first.” Without warning, Heath lowered his head and kissed her. Olivia moaned against his lips and immediately wrapped her arms around his back. Heath started walking backward into the diner and turned them, so she was the one walking backward. She didn’t need to see where he was leading them. She already knew; it was to the restroom. Olivia should stop him, before he distracted her. Heath’s lips trailed down to her neck, sucking on the point between her neck and shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about doing this all day.”
So, had she.
“I missed the taste of your lips.” His lips returned back to hers, as they stumbled into the bathroom, and he locked the door and leaned her against it. “The taste of your breasts.” He pulled her shirt up over her breasts and lifted her bra cups. As if suddenly remembering something, he stopped and looked at her. It took her delirious mind a moment to realize what he was doing. Waiting for permission.
Olivia should say no, to wait until she told him about Ivy, before they did anything else, but when he looked at her, like she was the only woman on earth, any denial dissolved on her tongue. She just wanted to savor this a little longer. Oliva felt she deserved a sliver of happiness, after all she’d ensured. She would tell him after. Olivia nodded giving her permission.
Heath pushed her bra up and latched his mouth over her pert nipple. Olivia tugged at the back of his shirt, needing to touch him. She didn’t get the chance to last night, and this might be her only chance.
Heath pulled back, releasing her nipple with a pop, and then pulled his shirt over his head. All Olivia could do was stare. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. Chiseled muscles, broad shoulders, and bulging biceps. She caught sight of a few scars. A light dusting of blonde hair covered his chest, and then trailed down to his six-pack abs. Olivia reached out and ran her fingers over his chest, following the ridges and contours. She knew he was physically fit. The man wore shirts that emphasized that, but she had no idea how ripped he was. He belonged on the cover of one of those fitness magazines or romance books.
Heath stood still, as Olivia explored his body. She watched his stomach muscles contract, as her fingers slid closer to the top of his jeans. Olivia kept her eyes on Heath’s, as she undid his pants and lowered his zipper. “Liv,” Heath husked in a warning tone. She didn’t know if it was in want or warning.
She had wanted to hold off on sex, until they got to know one another, but she had a feeling this might be their only time together. If it was, then she wanted this one memory to hold onto for the rest of her life, even as wrong as it was. It would just give him another reason to be angry at her, but she couldn’t stop now, even if she wanted, too.
Olivia reach inside and gripped his length, anyway. He was already hard for her, and every bit as big as she first thought he was. Her fingers could barely touch wrapped around him.
Heath’s eyes blazed with unbridled heat. She didn’t know why, but she felt like she’d just awoken a beast. The thought made her smile.
Heath gave her a wicked smile, before unsnapping her own jeans and lowered his hand, until he was cupping her sex. Olivia started panting, as her juices coated his fingers. She widened her stance as much as her jeans would allow, giving him better access.
Olivia gave him a small pump, earning a groan from his lips. Heath drove two fingers inside of her, stretching her to the point of pain. Nerves she thought long dead from nonuse came alive, zipping through her body, like she’d just stuck her finger in an electrical outlet. Soon, she was writhing against the wall, riding his fingers.
“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet.” Heath groaned. He rested one hand against the door next to her head, while he continued fucking her with his hand. Olivia’s grip tightened, as she pushed him to break first. She wanted to see him come. She’d already gotten hers, but he’d yet to come.
“Come for me,” she told him.
“You first.” His thumb stroked over her clit.
Damn, he wasn’t playing fair. Then, he lowered his head back to suckle on her breasts. Olivia was helpless against the onslaught of pleasure. In moments, she was hurtling towards her climax. She stroked Heath faster, so they could come together, but she was so lost in pleasure her motions turned jerky and erratic. Olivia bit down on Heath’s shoulder, as she came in a blinding haze. Heath groaned around her breast seconds before she felt him pulsate in her hand.
Olivia’s knees felt weak. If it hadn’t been for Heath, she would have collapsed. “Wow.” This wasn’t how she thought things would go down, but she couldn’t complain.
“Ditto,” Heath pulled away, unbashful they had just gotten each other off in the diner bathroom. She didn’t want to think about how many other women he’d been with in public bathrooms. It was best not to think about his past at all. “If I knew this was the kind of greeting I’d get when I showed up, I would have been here sooner.”
Olivia hadn’t planned on that happening. It was his fault for distracting her. She straightened herself and finger combed her hair back into place. Her lips were red and swollen, and her cheeks flushed. Anyone who looked at her would know what she just did.
“Stop fussing. You look beautiful.” Heath teased, pulling his shirt back over his head, and then coming up behind her to kiss her neck. She could almost hate him for the fact he still looked perfect. His unruly hair looked no different than before.
“Thank you,” she still wasn’t used to hearing compliments, but with Heath she always felt beautiful.
He brushed her hair away from her shoulder and started kissing her. Sparks shot through her body, as her sex clenched. Already, she was ready for him again. “So, what was it you wanted to talk about?” As effective as a bucket of ice water thrown over her head, she was pulled from her post coitus bliss and back into reality. Ivy, she had to tell him about Ivy.
Olivia’s eyes locked on his through the mirror. She could do it. Olivia turned in his arms the practiced words ready. “I wanted to tell you… I needed to tell you that…” Like a puff of smoke, the words were gone.
