She let out a huff. “I’ve been on dates with lots of guys. Many of them gave me gifts like diamonds bracelets and expensive flowers.”
The very thought of anyone else with her had him seeing red again, but he managed to control himself.
“Fancy dates, too. All over the world. One time, a guy even bought out an entire restaurant so we could be alone.”
He gritted his teeth.
“But today, when we were in the pub and you were beside me, touching me, it was so natural. Like it was meant to be. From the first moment I saw you, Eli, I wanted to be with you. How about you?”
“I … yes.” The dam that had been holding back his emotions was on the verge of collapsing. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. No one, past or future, can compare. I haven’t been with anyone else since I laid eyes on you.”
“Me neither. And all that fancy stuff? That crap? I don’t need all that, Eli.”
His heart stopped beating. “What do you need, Olivia?”
“You,” she said. “Just you.”
Only a Goddamned monk could have resisted that, and Eli had never been religious. With the dam inside him finally breaking, he slid his hand around her head and brought her forward for a kiss. He wanted to start gentle, to savor her, but her lips were much too demanding. Her tongue swept against the seam of his lips, and he opened to her. Their tongues tangled, and the urge to have her, to claim, overwhelmed him. His grip on her hair tightened, which made her gasp and open up to him more. He was going to take everything she would give, everything he had denied himself this entire time he was with her.
Chapter 8
This was it, what Olivia had been waiting for what seemed like forever. And thank God Eli didn’t resist.
Sloane and Jacob had been right, of course, about them acting like virtual strangers rather than mates. At first, she told herself the whole thing was for the benefit of their cover story. The small touches, the leaning into each other, acting all cozy; it was for their cover story. But somehow, it all started feeling much too real. And while maybe he didn’t think about it, Olivia knew that by the end of the day, she was either going to have to go to bed with him, or be taken away to the loony bin because he was driving her crazy. Then there was the fight at the bar. While she didn’t condone violence, there was something about seeing a man coming to her rescue that made herandher wolf swoon. A girl could only resist so much, after all.
“Eli,” she moaned as he tugged at her scalp again. His possessiveness and his dominance only made her want him more. “I—oh!”
She found herself on her stomach as he brought her down to the mattress. “What?—”
He nipped at her ear, his hand trailing down her back. “So beautiful,” he murmured. “Every bit of you.”
“I need you,” she whispered. “Now.”
His hand palmed her ass and gave it a squeeze. “I know. But there’s no need to rush. Will you let me enjoy your sweet, beautiful body?”
She nodded.
“Good girl.” Lifting her skirt up, he skimmed his hand over her panties before pushing them down around her thighs. “That’s it,” he said as she lifted her hips to help him take off her underwear. “Hmmm …. wet already.”
She closed her eyes as his fingers slid over her folds, dipping in occasionally to tease her hole. When she pushed back, he only pulled away, making her whimper in frustration. She was about to protest when his thumb found her clit and began making small circles around the nub. Her mouth clamped shut and she moaned into the mattress as he continued to touch her until she was dripping wet, practically staining her thighs as she quivered under his touch. When his other hand slid into her hair and pulled, she nearly came.
“Your hair is gorgeous,” he said. “I love seeing it wrapped around my fingers. And you love it when I do this, don’t you?”
She managed a half whine, halfyes.
His fingers moved from her clit and to her entrance, one digit sliding inside with ease. “Please …”
“I’m here now, Olivia.” He slid two fingers inside her.
Her fingers grabbed at the sheets, her hips pushing back to urge his fingers deeper into her. He did, and then found just the right spot inside her that made her squeal in delight.
“Please, please, Eli,” she babbled incoherently as he continued to make contact with that sweet spot, each time hitting it harder until she was clenching around him and making lewd, wet sounds. “I’m going to?—”
Her orgasm exploded from deep inside her, and she cried out his name. He tugged at her scalp harder, and the pleasure only multiplied. By the time she was done, she was a hot, dripping mess and her body was plastered to the mattress. When feeling returned to her body she lifted her head and looked back at him, her pussy clenching again when she saw him kneeling behind her, his pants down his thighs and his large cock in his hand, stroking it as his eyes roamed over her.
“Take me like this.” She lifted her hips at him.
A hand gripped at her sides and she felt the blunt tip of his cock at her entrance. He pressed the head against her, coating it in her wetness before he began to push in. She held her breath, relaxing her body so she could accommodate his girth. He rubbed her ass as he sank deeper into her, making her shiver as he filled her up more. By the time he was fully seated in her, she was a quivering, boneless mess, her knuckles white from her death grip on the sheets.
