I wanted Olivia Hart, and I wanted her now. In this bar. In my bed. In my fucking truck. I wanted to claim her on every surface just because I could. I wanted to hear her moan my name like it was a goddamn prayer.
I pulled back, discarding the lime on the bartop before going in for another kiss. This one was more urgent. Carnal. It was like I couldn’t breathe, and she was the air I desperately needed to survive.
My lips moved down, down, down along her jaw to her neck and the hollow of her throat. I nipped at the space, earning a whimper that went straight to my fucking cock. And then Imoved lower still, trailing my tongue along her neckline to her breasts.
Letting my fingers move up her arms, I wrapped one around the delicate straps of her dress. “Tell me to stop,” I murmured along her skin. “If this isn’t what you want, tell me now.”
I glanced up, waiting for her to give me a sign this wasn’t what she wanted.
But she didn’t. Instead, Olivia threaded her fingers through my hair and tipped her head back, a raspy “please” on her lips.
And I was done for.
OLIVIA
SeeingDuke Bennett entirely disheveled and lost to his pleasure would surely be my undoing. He stared up at me, eyes wide, pupils blown, lips wet, and yet clearly wanting more. It was the same desire I felt. The same desire I hoped he saw on my face as clearly as I saw it on his.
“You want this?” he rasped. His fingers toyed with the straps of my dress, slowly pulling it down my shoulder before moving to the next one.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I wantyou.”
If he took nothing away from this evening, I hoped it was that. While I missed physical intimacy, I craved him more than I craved the act of having sex. Orgasms were easy, but letting myself be vulnerable with someone else was not.
Duke moved quickly, capturing my mouth in a hungry kiss. His fingers gripped my thighs, pulling them up against his waist. I could feel his erection through his jeans, pressing into me. Driving me absolutely crazy.
When was the last time I’d felt like this?
Had Ieverfelt like this?
I spent so much of my life worrying about everyone else, doing the supposed right thing, that I took little stock in the pleasures I chased. Whether that was physical or just laughter for the sake of laughter.
For the first time in my life, I thought it might be possible to have it all.
Duke’s fingers tiptoed up to my ass and dug into my skin. I threw my head back as he helped me shamelessly grind my pussy against the rough fabric. The sensation of his mouth nipping at my throat and the rough stubble along his jaw rubbing against my chest was too much. My orgasm was right there, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
As though reading my mind, his right hand trailed to my center, pressing firmly against the soaked fabric covering my clit.
“Fucking hell, honey,” Duke breathed against my skin. “You’re soaked.”
“It’s your fault.” He slowed my hips, pinning me in place with one hand still on my ass, as his other slipped beneath my panties. I tried breaking out of his hold, to give him no choice but to touch me exactly where I wanted him to, but he refused.
“If you need something—” he nipped at my collarbone “—you should ask for it.”
“Maybe you’re the one who needs something,” I panted. “Like a roadmap to find my clit?”
My playful taunt was enough to spring him into action. Duke struck before I could process what was happening, tearing my panties like they were nothing more than a flimsy piece of paper. The sound made me gasp, looking down to see the crudeness of passion.
My legs were spread, boots resting on the barstools forcomfort, dress hiked up around my waist, and pussy now bared to the room. His throat moved, swallowing thickly as he followed my gaze to the scene. He ran his finger down my center almost reverently. A juxtaposition from how he’d been only moments ago.
Almost as quickly as it came, it was gone. Back was the man, so mindless with need that he couldn’t be bothered to slip the fabric down my legs. “I don’t need a roadmap,” he said, slowly slipping two fingers inside of me.
The fit was tight, so much so that I cried out, clinging to his shoulders as though it would help. He brought his thumb up, circling my clit once, twice, three times, applying just enough pressure to keep me on the edge of an orgasm, but not enough to send me over.
“I know exactly what it takes to make you come.” Another circle. Another taunt. “And you’re going to do it right here, right now, like a needy little slut.”
Nothing had ever felt so good. His fingers moved inside of me, curling up and hitting a spot only my favorite vibrator had ever been able to find.
It was all too much. The pressure, the tightness, his words. As he bent forward and latched his mouth around my neck, I detonated.