I sighed and looked down at Olive, her face smooth and worry-free as she slept, her black hair such a big contrast against her pale skin. She looked so delicate and feminine as she slept on my lap, lush lips curled up into a little rosebud smile.
I smiled in return because, dammit, like I told Stone, Olive was likable. But it was so much worse than that, I liked her. I really liked her as a person and as a woman. It couldn’t work, I knew that, but it would help our relationship moving forward. I hoped.
Olive looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake her, but as comfortable as the sofa was, it wasn’t where a pregnant woman should be sleeping so I slid my big body off the sofa without waking her and lifted her in my arms. She felt good, right in my arms, but I ignored the feel of her shapely legs under my arms, the way one of her tits brushed against my chest. She was so damn soft and smooth. Everywhere.
I moved quickly up the stairs, deciding it was better to avoid temptation rather than power through it. This was a temptation I couldn’t afford to give in to, not when there would be no ghosting on her this time. There was getting away from each other now, which meant I had to be smart. And quick.
The little shorts she wore weren’t indecent by any stretch of the imagination when I laid her on the bed, I felt my cock stir to life and mentally talked him down. It worked, at least until Olive licked her full lips and those big green eyes fluttered open. “Liam. What are you doing here?” Her voice was husky and thick with sleep.
“Putting you to bed. You fell asleep.” The patchwork blanket at the foot of her bed was out of place with the rest of the ultra feminine furnishings and decorations, and I made a mental note to ask her about it tomorrow. I pulled the blanket over her, to keep her warm and to keep those tempting curves out of my sight.
“Thanks,” she said when we were face to face, her lips curled into a sleepy, grateful smile. Then Olive wrapped her arms around me, giving me a whiff of her heady scent that was a mixture of flowers and brown sugar as she hugged me.
And then her lips were on mine. The kiss was hesitant at first, like she was waiting for me to the bigger, stronger person and pull away. She’d be waiting forever because once her lips were on mine, I was powerless to stop the kiss. To pull away, to explain all the reasons kissing each other was a bad idea.
I was only a man and Olive was soft and warm and she smelled damn good. She moaned into my mouth and I swallowed it down and slid my tongue between her lips and into the wet heat of her mouth, exploring and devouring every inch of that mouth that had done all kinds of dirty things to me in recent dreams. Dreams because you can’t have her, my mind taunted and it was just the reminder I needed to pull back and put some distance between us. At least I tried to. “You don’t know what you’re doing Olive. Go back to sleep.” I moved to press a kiss to her forehead but Olive’s hands slid under my t-shirt and started to explore.
“Don’t tell me what I don’t know, Liam. I am a grown woman and I know what I’m doing and with who.” She raked her nails gently down my chest, catching the hard tips of my nipples on her journey towards my waistband. “Now, if you don’t want me, that’s another conversation.”
If I didn’t…was the woman insane? I wanted her so bad that my zipper would be tattooed on my cock when I got home. “Olive,” I groaned when she licked a trail of heat up my neck.
“I want you Liam,” she whispered in my ear. “I need you.” She didn’t wait for me to respond, instead Olive twined her fingers in my hair and pulled me down for another kiss so hot, I knew I had to get out of her bedroom or succumb to the temptation she presented. “Yesss,” she groaned when I pressed my hips to hers, letting her feel just how much I wanted her.
“This isn’t a good idea,” I tried one more time, desperately wanting to be the man she saw in me.
“You’re right,” she purred and wrapped one leg around my hip so my erection nestled right between her thighs. “It’s an excellent idea.”
It felt pretty damn excellent and when the other leg wrapped around me, I turned us to the side so she wouldn’t have to take my weight. Olive flashed a sexy, sultry smile and slid closer to me, tightened her grip around my waist. “I want you, Olive.”