‘Urgh!’ She shivers. ‘That was no better the second time.’
‘Do you think we could beat last time?’
‘What?’
‘Do you think we could best our wedding night?’
‘I—’
‘Hold on, hear me out. You must admit, whatever else we are, we’re exceptionally compatible in that sense. I’m not trying to take all the credit here. A second time.’ I close my eyes for a beat, assailed by the memories of last night. The sound of her soft moans and the feel of her skin under me.What would it be like to have access to her body every night?‘A third. For the entire six months. Or for as long as we both see fit.’
‘We’d probably angry fuck each other to death.’
My eyes spring open to find her staring at me.Daring me.‘But we’d go with smiles on our faces.’
‘I set that up for you, and it flew right past your head.’
Her eyes are dark as I step closer. ‘Is that so?’
‘You were supposed to say we’d go out with a bang. You know you want to smile.’
And I do, giving into the rueful offering as I take the glass from her hand, setting it back on the drinks cabinet in a deliberate motion. I turn and place my hands on her hips, my nose pressed into her hair as I inhale the scent of her.The scent of my new addiction.
‘Say yes, Olivia.’
More plea than persuasion, I press my lips to the skin where her neck and shoulder meet. Her breath hitches as I flick my tongue across that elegant arc, her exhalation stuttering as I settle my hands on her waist before trailing my fingers south, seeking the button of her tight jeans.
With a flick of the button and a pull on the zipper, I begin wiggling the denim over her hips.
‘The quicker these come off, the quicker I get my mouth on you.’
‘What has gotten into you?’
‘You. You’ve gotten into me. Your sweet smell and your sharp wit. You’re in my head all of the time, and I can’t get you out.’ Crowding her against the wall, I slide my hand down her flat stomach, breaching the elastic waistband of her underwear. She gasps as my fingertips find her wet, her whole body trembling as I slide curl them against her, and I draw her earlobe into my mouth.
‘You don’t mean that. You just want me to give in.’ Her voice is barely a whisper, chest rising and falling with tight little breaths as I begin to love on her clit. Pet it. Circle it. Tease. Paint it with her own arousal before loving it a little more. ‘You’ve just had a little too much to drink, and it’s making you be nice to me.’
Nice is not how I feel.
‘Come sit on my face, and I’ll show you exactly howniceI can be. Come and rub your sweet pussy on me like you did that first night in the car. Fuck nice, Olivia, come and be bad for me.’
She makes no protest as I strip her from her pants and heels, turning her and sliding my hands up the sides of her body to grasp the hem of her blouse. I yank it over her head, her palms falling flat against the wall as she pushes herself into my hands.Underwear next.I divest her of her bra and kiss my way down her spine to relieve her of her tiny thong... then I make her giggle as I help her slip her heels back on.
‘There’s a method to my madness,’ I rasp, biting the round flesh of her arse.
‘Ohhh. I just know there is.’
But I don’t reply, not as the moonlight hits her just right. She’s all satin and temptation, her hair like midnight in the shadows, her breath coming out in little bursts. I wrap my hand around her waist, feeding it between her legs to cup her heat and slickness while encouraging her to widen her stance.
‘You’re so wet for me,’ I whisper, and even I can hear the treasure in that. The awe in my tone. ‘I think I could take you right here. Your hands on the wall, bent at the waist while I fuck you again and again.’
The shadows we’d make.
The shapes I’d bend her in.
The way she’d take me inside her body over and over again.
I slide her hair over her shoulder, and she whimpers a small sound of desperation. ‘You like the sound of that, darling? Standing for me. Taking me—taking all of me.’ I grip her chin, twisting head to the side and bringing her lips to mine. It’s a kiss that’s mean and biting, all tongue and teeth as her hands come off the wall, feeding behind her as she scrambles for my belt.
