“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.
Initially, I palm her pussy and I swear to God, I feel a throbbing pulse beating in time with my aching cock.
“Yes,” she whispers against my lips even though I haven’t done anything yet.
I slip my middle finger between her folds and nudge her needy clit.
Olivia whimpers, breaking the kiss as her head lolls back against the door.
Loving her body’s reaction to me, I graze her swollen nub again before plunging my index and middle fingers inside of her tight opening.
The way she clamps down around my two fingers drives me wild, and I drop my head to plant kisses against her neck.
“I need you,” she whines, hips undulating to speed up her release.
Right there in front of my house, I finger fuck her fast and hard, loving the way she shudders and drenches my fingers as she comes.
Her face is a sight for sore eyes as she rides out the waves of pleasure assailing her.
Anyone reviewing the security cameras tomorrow is in for a treat.
“Oh, my God,” Olivia pants, eyes still closed as she regains her senses.
I want nothing more than to go inside and finish the job but duty calls and a part of me knows I could never fuck her on the first night.
Kissing her forehead, I fix her dress and open the door for her before turning back to my car.
“Good night,” I call over my shoulder, not trusting myself to linger any longer.
It’s going to be a long night.
CHAPTER SEVEN
OLIVIA KING
Spill!
Eyeing the text from Winnie, my mouth drops open when I see the pics she’s attached to the message.