“I heard you in the shower. I walked downstairs but you were already gone.”
“Did you need to tell me something?” I asked. Her breasts were bobbing as her breathing quickened.
“Mmmhmm.”
“What is it? What’s wrong?” My voice was husky and deep.
“You,” she whispered.
“Me?” My fingers began to massage the back of her neck. I couldn’t stop the pull I had toward her.
“I had to finish an entire bottle of wine to walk over here.”
“Why?” My other hand landed on the soft curves of her waist. God, she was so luscious and sweet.
“Because I want to know why you haven’t made a single move.” She leaned closer, pressing her breasts against my chest.
Fuck. “Made a move?” I leaned down, inhaling her sweet breath. My lips dying to kiss her. To touch the curves of her mouth.
She nodded, her eyes widening. “You’ve been here a month. What’s wrong? Do you think of me as Elliot’s little sister? Is that it?”
“Hell, no. Is that what you think?”
She nodded, her lips full and pouty. “Yes.”
“That’s not it.”
“Then what?” she whispered.
My lungs seized with air. I wanted her. I needed her to help me take my next breath. She was gorgeous and sexy. She was soft and warm. Innocent and kind. All the things I wanted.
I pressed my forehead to hers, wanting every piece of her.
“I can’t explain it, Liv,” I groaned. “I’m trying to protect you.”
Her hands slipped up to my neck. “Protect me from what?” Her fingers rubbed along my skin.
“From getting hurt.”
“I’m hurting right now. Every day you don’t kiss me hurts.” She breathed. “I came over here to tell you I want you to make a move.”
I was beyond restraint. There was nothing I could do to calm down, or convince myself to keep things in check. She was offering herself, and as far as I was concerned, I should take what was always meant to be mine.
My mouth landed on hers, hot and rough. I cradled her face in my hands, drawing her close. I could taste the wine as my tongue twined against hers. I drew a moan from her throat as I sucked and bit at her lips.
My hands slid to her hips, snaking the T-shirt over her generous ass. She raised her hands in the air, and in a swift tug I yanked it over her arms and threw it near the pile of sawdust.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful.” I stared at her breasts, ripe and round. Pink and soft. Puckering for him. Begging to be sucked.
I gripped one before my teeth landed on the nipple. I tugged and toyed, while my tongue flicked against her skin.
“Ohh,” Olivia cried, fisting her hands at the back of my head.
The nipple perked under the heat of my mouth. I blew across it. I kissed between her breasts, then moved to the other side, sucking hard until I heard the moans from the back of her throat. My teeth raked against her skin as I sank to my knees, kissing and licking against her flesh.
I wanted to cover every inch of her. Taste her. Suck her, and fuck her until she was screaming my name. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. Four weeks was too long to wait. What the hell had made me wait this long?
My eyes flashed to hers. Her gorgeous brown eyes misted with lust and want. It was all I needed to see. In an instant I peeled the panties from her hips, dropping them to her ankles. She stood before me, flat against the wall. Her head reeled back. Her legs spread wide.