“Will you come back here once you’re done?” he asked.
Olivia bit her lip, her chest warming as she realized what he was implying. “Do you want me to?”
“Yes,” he replied immediately. He turned to face her, wrapping his hands around her waist. Olivia swallowed as she stared up into his hazel eyes, suddenly nervous. “Stay with me until you have to go to work on Monday.”
“Are you sure I won’t get in the way of you working?” she asked, already wanting to say yes. A whole weekend with him sounded like heaven.
He smiled, “I try not to work on weekends if I can help it.” He tugged her closer until she was pressed up against his bare chest. The warmth radiating off him felt amazing and she wrapped her arms around his center, inhaling his enticing smell. He leaned down to kiss her softly, his lips brushing ever so lightly against her own. “I have on demand movies, and a hot tub in the back, and I can give you orgasms whenever you want them,” he murmured.
She blushed even as her sex throbbed in interest. “I think you just convinced me,” she said, dazed. “You had me at the hot tub.”
“Good,” he replied, smiling.
Chapter Twelve
“Oh, Alex,” Olivia panted with her head thrown back in pleasure. She groaned in frustration as he purposefully slowed his pace. “More, please! God, Faster!”
Alex grunted at her command, dangerously close to coming even as he obeyed. Olivia was demanding when it came to sex, but he loved it. He loved that she wasn’t shy about receiving her pleasure, even if she turned shy once they finished. She blew his mind, either way.
It was a gloomy Sunday afternoon. Olivia had just returned from checking in at her cupcake shop and Alex had practically mauled her as soon as he answered the door. He couldn’t get enough of her. Last night, after working each other up in the hot tub, Alex had spread her out on his bed and thoroughly enjoyed his sexy, beautiful lover. Twice.
Now, Alex savored the sight in front of him. Olivia looked like a wet dream spread out on his kitchen table, legs wide with those beautiful breasts quaking at his every thrust. Her arms were raised above her head, clasping the opposite edge of the table tightly as her bright eyes pleaded with his.
He hadn’t bothered getting them both undressed. Her blue button up shirt was completely undone but not off and her bra was pushed just below her breasts. The fabric of her flowy skirt was bunched up around her hips. Hell, he hadn’t even slipped off her underwear. Instead, he had just pushed the thin material to the side when he hurriedly unbuckled his belt.
Alex felt the beginnings of her orgasm. He could read it in the desperate look she gave him and in the way her cheeks flushed an even deeper pink. He knew she was there when her walls clenched around him tightly, making him curse.
He didn’t last long after that. She milked him of every last drop and he slumped down on top of her as he tried to catch his breath, still pulsing inside her.
She lifted a hand to stroke his hair as he rested his head on her stomach. He groaned, completely exhausted even though it was only midday. They had lounged most of the morning in bed, but he hadn’t had much sleep the night before again. By the time he and Olivia had finally fallen asleep, it had been two in the morning.
He lifted his head and slowly straightened, gently pulling out of her. She watched quietly, glassy eyed, as he slowly rolled off the condom. He tossed it into the trashcan next to the island counter and then reached down to help her in a sitting position, with her legs dangling off the side of the table. They were eye-level this way and Alex took advantage of it.
He gave her a passionate, slow kiss before pulling away. “Hi, darling,” he whispered, his heart still racing.
“That was one heck of a greeting,” she whispered back as she draped her arms around his neck. He grinned, taking the time to adjust her bra and skirt.
“That was a proper greeting,” he countered, his fingers slowly buttoning her shirt.
Suddenly, his doorbell rang.
“Shit,” Alex muttered as Olivia jerked in surprise. Who the hell could that be? He certainly wasn’t expecting anyone.
Olivia took over for his fingers, making quick work of her buttoned blouse, while he zipped up his jeans.
He left Olivia in the kitchen to stalk to his front door, hoping it was just a solicitor so he could get rid of them easily.
But when he pulled open his front door, he realized he had no such luck.
“Oh hi, I’m looking for my friend, Alexander Matlock. He’s been MIA for the past few days and won’t pick up his goddamn phone. And by the way, whose car is that in your driveway, man?”
It was Luke. Damn.