Bad Boys Do (Donovan Brothers Brewery 2)

“That’s because you shouldn’t be calling me that and you know it.”

“Okay, I’ll call you Olivia then.” He reached for the champagne glasses and handed her one, taking the opportunity to slide a little closer. Now his calf rested naturally against hers. “Your name is beautiful. I don’t think I’ve met an Olivia before, and I meet a lot of people at the brewery.”

“It’s old-fashioned,” she sighed.

“It’s pretty,” he insisted, not adding that it suited her perfectly. She wouldn’t appreciate it, because it was old-fashioned, and that was exactly why it fit her.

Sighing, she ducked down a little farther in her seat and sipped champagne. Her expression was soft. Dreamy. And her cheeks had turned pink in the steam.

Jamie touched her temple, sliding back a strand of hair that stuck to her dampening skin. When she turned toward him, he touched his thumb to her lower lip, loving the soft give of her flesh.

She watched him, waiting, all her nervousness floating away on the steam. And hell if he could wait a moment longer.

He kissed her, very conscious of keeping his hand on her shoulder as he slid next to her. And it was strange, here in the heat, almost as if their whole bodies were part of the kiss. Every part of her was as hot and wet as her mouth at that moment. When her hand slid over his shoulders, it was as sensual as the lick of her tongue. When her knee pressed into his thigh, it slipped over him.

He tried to take it slow, but she slanted her mouth and wound her fingers into his hair. The buoyancy alone pushed him closer, and he had to brace himself to keep from covering her completely. His hand landed on her hip. His fingers naturally curved to hold her. And then his palm was sliding up her side, exploring her body, shifting her closer.

At first he thought it was only the push of water against him, but then he realized her knee was sliding between his thighs. Jamie tried to find an impossible balance between getting her closer and keeping his distance. But a moment later, his restraint had wound so tightly that it simply shattered and floated away. Olivia was trying to deepen the kiss, and now her thigh slid along his cock as her leg fit more snugly between his.

She made a little noise into his mouth. A murmur of surprise or pleasure, he wasn’t sure, because his mind was occupied with the sensation of her skin against his shaft and his hands spreading over her back. She was so very naked. Every inch of her wet and available. His hands slid up to her neck, then down…slowly down, following her spine all the way to the base, then he spread his hands out, shaping her ass, holding her hips.

This time she moaned more loudly, and he had no trouble interpreting the sound.

Jamie eased her back, loving that her breath came as hard as his. He dragged his mouth down her neck as her fingers clutched his head. He set her back and lifted her hips, forcing her to stand so that he could see her. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, and Jamie followed the trickles of beaded water that slid from her neck to her naked breasts. He kissed her collarbone, then followed the water with his mouth. When his lips closed over her nipple, Olivia gasped so loudly that he worried he’d hurt her. But then her fingers twisted into his hair and held him close, and he growled with approval.

Her small breasts barely curved into his palm, but she was incredibly sensitive. When he traced his tongue around the dark rose of her areola, her hands shook against him. When he scraped his teeth against her nipple she sobbed. She was amazing. He could do this for hours, coaxing every imaginable sound of pleasure from her mouth. It was like a pretty game, finding the places tha

t pleased her. Even licking the pale skin along the side of her breast made her whimper. He teased her before closing his mouth over the peak again.

“I can’t…” she breathed.

Jamie let her nipple slide from his mouth with such slowness that she groaned.

“I can’t stand up anymore,” she whispered.

“Well, then…you’d better sit down.”

She put one knee on the seat next to his hip, then lifted the other to straddle him.

For a split second, Jamie considered just sliding into her right then. Just easing her hips down and filling her, because he’d never wanted anything more. Nothing. No woman, no fantasy had ever left him so desperate.

She looked down at him, her damp hair stuck to her neck in dark coils. Her eyes so wide he could fall right into them. Her chest rose and fell as she panted, waiting.

“Shit,” he murmured, then pulled her down for a kiss. His cock was caught between them, pressed tight to her belly. Every time she even breathed, she slid white-hot pleasure into his shaft. Christ, what would it feel like when he got inside of her? He wound her hair around his fist and kissed her harder.

She was wild, her nails biting into his biceps, her hips shifting against him. Jamie’s world was one big pulsing wave of lust. He dropped one hand down her back and slid his fingers along the seam of her body. He stroked her, loving the way she writhed against him, teasing her until she nearly sobbed.

Just as he was about to plunge two fingers deep within her, the world stopped. Everything stopped. They both froze, pulling back to look at each other in shock.

Jamie had no idea how long they’d been in the hot tub together, but he’d neglected to set the timer for long enough. The new silence roared in his ears. The water settled and became a quiet pond.

Olivia’s eyes got even wider. She glanced around as if remembering where she was. “Oh,” she said, the word whispering cool air over his cheek.

He took a deep, quiet breath, then slipped his fingers over the tight pearl of her clitoris.

“Oh,” she said again, her hips jerking against him.

He was back in control now, somehow, in the quiet water. He could think a little, and he knew he didn’t want this to end in the next few minutes. So he touched her slowly, carefully, drawing out her sounds of pleasure again. He followed the folds of her sex, teased her clit, tortured her by tracing her opening without ever pushing inside. And it was torture for him, too. To have his cock pressed so tightly between their bodies when everything he wanted was inches away.