Making His Baby(131)

I decide she’s way too nice for her own good and that I will handle the next motherfucker who bumps into her.

My sexual frustration and slight buzz are to blame for my dark mood.

Just as the bartender hands over our drinks, my phone buzzes for the third time in half an hour and I know I have to take it.

Malakai is freaking out about something and I need to run interference before he flies to the island.

“Olivia, give me two minutes. I have to take this,” I rush to say before I head for the door with my beer in hand.

Lord knows I’m going to need it.

Malakai answers on the first ring and tears into a full-fledged diatribe about an error with a recent app update. Customers are complaining and he’s nervous that our stock will suffer if the programmers don’t fix it immediately.

It takes longer than I expect to calm him down and assure him that everything will be fine. With promises to video conference the development and logistics team when I return to my hotel room, I disconnect the call.

Pissed that I have to end my night with Olivia earlier than planned, I take my final swig of beer and reenter the club.

The sight before me tinges my vision a dangerous red color.

Olivia is in the center of the dance floor with another man, dancing her heart out.

With jealousy pumping through my veins, I march over to the two of them and pull Olivia’s arm harder than I intend to.

Alarmed, she yelps before realizing it’s me. Then her eyes widen as she takes in the angry expression on my face.

“Is everything okay?” she mouths, her voice no match for the deafening music.

“Let’s. Go. Now.” I mouth back and turn to walk away before she can protest.

In the Jeep, I pull out of the parking lot so fast that my tires screech.

Gripping the dashboard with white knuckles, Olivia looks at me wide eyed.

“Talk to me, Sebastian.” Her voice is soft but urgent.

Going with a half-truth, I share that something came up at the office.

“Oh.” She turns to me as I zoom through the streets back to the house. “Why didn’t you say so? I could have taken a cab,” she says, settling back into her seat.

“I wasn’t leaving you there alone,” I remark moodily, sliding her a sidelong glance.

“I see,” Olivia comments quietly, turning her head to stare out the window.

The remainder of the ride passes in tense silence. When I pull up to the house, Olivia wastes no time unfastening her seatbelt and hopping down from the Jeep without my help.

Shit, she’s upset.

“Olivia, wait. Damn it!” I call to her as she practically sprints to the front door.

Catching up to her, I seize her wrist before she can insert the key in the lock.

“Your jealousy is misplaced and totally inappropriate, Sebastian.”

Her words slice through me like a knife.

“Not to mention confusing,” she goes on, planting her hand on her hip.

Her fiery attitude is turning me on more than I’d like to admit. The air between us is charged with electricity as we stare at each other stubbornly.

Closing the space between us, my lips crash against hers hungrily before I can second guess myself.

Olivia sighs into my mouth as if the kiss is a relief and my senses come alive. Her scent fills my greedy lungs while my hands cup her face, the soft skin silky against my palms.

The sound of her labored breathing is music to my ears as my tongue tastes the remnants of her last drink.

She’s divine.

Olivia’s arms encircle my waist, bringing her closer to my erection. Breaking the kiss, I drop my forehead to hers and try to catch my breath.

“I’ve wanted to do that since you stepped off the plane,” I admit with a ragged breath.

“Do it again,” Olivia demands, running the tip of her tongue across my lips.

I lose it.

Backing her up against the double doors, I reclaim her mouth and this time instead of holding her face, I grip her waist. Then my hands continue the downward journey, enjoying the curve of her hips before landing on her thigh.

With little effort, I lift her left leg and rest it around my waist as my fingers continue their exploration of her exquisite body.

Deepening the kiss, I groan into her mouth as her tongue worships mine. Moving the material of her dress out of the way, my hands seek out the juncture between her legs.

“Shit,” I growl hoarsely when I realize her skimpy thong is drenched with her desire. “You’re wet for me, baby.”

The realization is more intoxicating than the drinks I had earlier.

Olivia only moans into my mouth, unwilling to break the kiss. She does, however, push her hips forward so that my fingers are in direct contact with her slippery center.

Taking the hint, I shove the crotch of her panties aside, eager for her wetness to coat my fingers.