Come Alive (The Cityscape 2)

“Look down.”

“Oh,” I gasped breathlessly. I instinctively clung to him when I saw that he had swum us to the overhang.

“It’s safe,” he reassured, but he held me close. A thrill spiraled through me as I peered down at the city. His feet planted firmly on the glass bottom, but I knew I would be treading water if I let go.

He was looking at me strangely. Something fiery, but deep and sensual. “You’re so beautiful,” he told me softly. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I wanted to look away; it was too much – but his burning brown eyes, his dripping wet lashes, his razorblade jawline . . . He was so arrestingly beautiful in that moment. He licked his lips, curled a hand into my wet hair and pulled. “Christ,” he murmured. “I need you now.” Hearing him voice his desire turned my insides liquid. He devoured my neck with hard, unforgiving kisses that strayed over my shoulders and up to my earlobe.

He cut us through the water and out of the pool. He deposited our bodies quickly onto a lounge chair with an outstretched hand.

“Cold?” he asked, breathing heavily over me.

“No,” I replied, because when I was underneath him, I could never be anything but warm. I wrapped my legs around him and cried out as he drove into me with a grunt.

He dropped his face into the curve of neck and stilled. “God, you feel amazing wrapped around my cock,” he panted. “You’re so warm.”

When a breeze blew over us, I locked my ankles at his lower back, pulling him closer. “Christ, Olivia.” He rolled his hips into me and pulled back to the tip. His eyes locked on me, and his next stroke was firm but slow. My face flamed feeling his every inch move into me and then out again. His hand moved to my hips, steadying me for his next powerful plunge. He rooted himself there, gritted his teeth and squeezed me against him. “Deep enough?”

“It’s d-deep,” I stammered, because I was so full with him I thought I might split apart. “Don’t stop.”

His thrusts continued steady and firm, the perfect complement to his soft and buttery voice. “I’m so hard for you,” he muttered, nibbling my ear. “So hard, and you’re so hot.”

I was still thrumming from my first orgasm, and my climax built quickly. I almost came when he began to swivel his pelvis, feeling all of me with each rotation.

“You’re close,” he said as he switched from swiveling to short, fast drives. “Kiss me.”

Our lips clashed hungrily, and I could taste his desire for me. “Show me how it feels,” he ordered into my mouth. “Come, Olivia.” My name rolled off his tongue with command, turning my world on its side. I clenched around him as he pounded me through a pulsing orgasm. Despite the cold, I was warm and flushed when I wilted against the cushion.

“You feel too goddamn good,” he said through a set jaw while grinding faster into me.

I dove my hands in his hair and pulled. “I want you to come, David, come inside me, make me yours.”

“Not without,” he paused as his face contorted with pleasure, “a condom.”

“Then come in my mouth.”

He groaned loudly and jumped up before I’d even finished the sentence. I went to touch him, but he stopped me with a hand around my wrist. “I want you on your knees,” he growled. I climbed down onto the hard concrete, and he took my chin in his hand. “Open.”

I obeyed, and he inched into me. He threw his head back when I closed my lips around him. I circled my tongue around the tip before taking him as deeply as I could.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised. His fingers threaded in my hair and pulled. “How do you taste on my cock? Hmm? Look at me.”

I blinked my eyes up to his.

He hissed and jerked slightly but held my stare. My tongue ran over every glorious inch I could reach. I pushed him to the back of my throat and stroked with my hand whatever I couldn’t taste. “Hands behind your back,” he admonished.

Oh God, I love the way you rumble when you tell me what to do. Take me, use me, have me, David, I’m yours . . . .

He fisted my hair tighter and with one thrust, he took over. I sheathed my teeth with my lips, and he pushed himself to the back of my throat until I gagged. He pulled back but continued fucking my mouth, his moans low and throaty.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come so fucking hard,” he warned. My tongue flattened against his crown, and his body shook as he began to ejaculate. I lapped up the first few drops before he yanked my hair and erupted into my eager mouth. I swallowed him as I could get him, letting the saltiness fill my mouth and run down my throat.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, loosening his grip. I waited on my knees while he caught his breath. He hauled me up by my armpits and kissed me hard. “That was so good,” he started, “it should be illegal.”

“I’d happily go to jail for that.”

He smiled and kissed me again as his hands slid down my arms. He interlocked one hand with mine, and ran the other over my hair, tugging softly on the ends. “Are you cold?”

I nodded. He led me back into the suite and gestured once at the toilet. Remembering his rule about peeing after sex, I rolled my eyes but sat down anyway.

“How about a nice hot shower?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” I rasped, not yet recovered.

I found him moments later cloaked in billowing steam. “Come on, pretty girl,” he said, opening his arms. The heat of both the water and his hard body was heavenly after the cold night air. He planted a sweet kiss on my lips when I looked up at him. “You drive me mad,” he whispered.

I smiled into his mouth and just said, “Likewise.”

His hands moved over my face, and my eyelids drooped shut. He smoothed my hairline repeatedly and kissed me carefully. “I never want to let you go,” he murmured.

Though his words were warm, a chill wound through me. Our bond was strengthening alarmingly fast. He ran his thumbs over my eyebrows. I opened my eyes cautiously, because I knew what I would see on his face: something stronger and more intense than I was prepared to accept. As water dripped from his long lashes, I remembered when our eyes met for the first time and the jolt of electricity I’d felt. What does he see when he looks at me that way?

I rested my cheek against his solid pecs and clung to him as he massaged shampoo into my hair. I was content to just listen to his heartbeat while he cleansed me.

“I need conditioner,” I said against his chest when he’d finished.

“You need conditioner?” he teased, but he ran it through my strands, lovingly working out the tangles. I still didn’t move when he washed his own hair. My eyes squeezed shut as the suds slithered down his skin and onto my face.

When he shut off the water, I let him go reluctantly. He wrapped a large white towel around his waist and held another open for me. I prefer his skin, I thought, but let him envelop me in it. He ran his hands over my shoulders to warm me and moved some hair from my face. “We should get your hair dry.”

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?It’s all right,” I said and yawned. “I’m tired.”

“You can’t sleep with wet hair.”

“It’ll dry before I get home,” I reassured him.

His face fell, and he stepped back with my shoulders still firmly in his hands. “You’re going home?”

“Well, yes, I have to. I can get a cab.”

“Isn’t Bill . . . ?” His mouth distorted as though he’d bitten into a lemon. “Isn’t he out of town?”

“He’ll be back sometime tomorrow.” I glanced away.

“Well,” David said and exhaled an irritated laugh, “if you think I’m letting you go home alone at this time of night, then you’d better think again.”

I furrowed my brows at him. “I’m not a child. I can get myself back in one piece.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “Think about that one.”

I nodded. “Okay, you have a point, but the confrontation with Mark was a fluke. He’s behind bars, and that’s all over.”

He shook his head. “Not going to happen. If you must go, I’ll drive you.”

I shifted on my feet, weighing my options. I was so sleepy, and David was so warm and comfortable . . . . Guilt and desire were constantly battling inside me, overcoming one another, tormenting me in the process.

“Come on,” he said with a sigh. “One step at a time.” He pulled a hair dryer from a drawer and motioned me over. I stood in front of him tilting my head upward as he raked a hand through my hair. “Just tell me if I hurt you.”

His eyebrows dipped as he concentrated, careful not to pull while he detangled my hair. It made me smile to think that he’d just been pulling it much harder without a second thought. And I’d loved the uninhibited rawness of it.

“Keep smiling like that, and I might have to bend you over this sink.” He gave my hair a playful tug when I widened my eyes. I took the rare moment to appreciate the man in front of me. The shampoo made him smell fresh like early morning. His pecs flexed in unison with his biceps as his arms moved over me. I admired the lines of the square jaw just inches above my head that gave way to a long neck and sprawling, muscled shoulders . . . .