“Olivia…?”
“Oh that voice.” She moved his clothes aside, stroked him and licked her lips. “I love the way you say my name.”
One hand slid over her hair. “Oliv—”
She took the head of his cock between her lips and the rest of her name came out of his mouth as a deep moan. His fingers closed in her hair and his body jerked. A thrill raced through Olivia. Her sex clenched.
When she lifted her gaze, she found his eyes barely cracked, their dark color sparkling with fiery lust.
She pulled him from her mouth, murmured, “I already feel you at the back of my throat”
and plunged him deep.
Tate’s body bowed against the door, pushing him even deeper. “Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck…”
His hand twisted in her hair and the sting sang across her scalp, giving her a dark thrill.. “Olivia…”
He bent at the waist, put his mouth at her ear and closed his hands around her biceps. “So fuckin’ good… So fuckin’ good… Gotta—”
Before he could say “stop” and use that brute strength of his to pull away, she added suction, and watched the big badass hockey player melt like butter.
He felt beautiful in her mouth. Thick and hot and smooth. He tasted clean. Smelled spicy and musky and so very male. And the power of bringing a man like this to his knees—there was nothing like it.
When he was almost out of her mouth, she gave the head of his cock a little extra attention until he was growling through his teeth, then pulled back, smiled up at him and said, “This is me, going after what I want, Tate.”
And she refocused on the thick, meaty cock in her hand.
Tate’s hands tightened on her arms and he hauled her to her feet. Just lifted her like she weighed nothing. Like it took no effort. Before her mind could comprehend what was happening, Tate pivoted, banged her against a wall and held her there at arms length. He lowered her head, breathing fast to catch his breath.
“I don’t want to scare you…” he said, voice rough and raspy. “I don’t want to hurt you… And the way I want you is…” He shook his head and kept his eyes on the floor.
Lust surged through Olivia. Lust deeper and darker than anything she’d experienced before. There were things about Tate that tugged at something inside her. Something desperate that she’d never looked too closely at before. In Tate, she almost sensed a kindred lost spirit looking for both connection and expression.
She clenched her hands. “Show me. Show me how you want me. You don’t scare me and I won’t let you hurt me. And I want to taste that kind of passion, Tate.” Her voice was a rough, breathless whisper. “I want it bad.”
“Fuck.” He bit out the word, lifted is head and picked her up nearly at the same time.
Olivia grabbed his blazer for somethin
g to hang onto as he turned a corner, released her with one arm, and bent to make a wide sweeping motion. Lights from the gardens filtered in through big windows. She’d just figured out they were in room off the kitchen when Tate dropped her butt on a table, hooked both his arms beneath her knees and pulled them wide, allowing him to lower his head between her legs.
“Tate—”
His mouth covered her pussy, still dressed in white silk. The heat and pressure of his mouth made Olivia forget what she was going to say. His tongue wet the silk and teased her pussy beneath, while his hands worked the fabric over her hips, lowering her legs only to pull her panties off. Then he hooked both thighs again, hauled her to the edge of the table. And covered her with his mouth.
The contact and heat made Olivia gasp. Then…he feasted. His entire mouth moved over her. Ate and licked and sucked. Olivia’s eyes crossed. She reached out and gripped the table edges. Her back arched, pelvis rocked, moans and disjointed words and pleas and curses rolled out of her mouth. He slammed her with so much sensation at once, Olivia couldn’t absorb it all. And while one alone would have brought her to climax within minutes—possibly seconds—everything together just teased her and teased her and teased her. And he never paused, never slowed, never waivered. Just kept eating and eating and eating like he’d never get his fill.
“Ho-ho-holy fuck…” Everything between her knees and her shoulders was on fire, bulging, aching, on the edge of implosion. “Tate…God…Fuck…Please…”
She reached down and fisted his hair. Tate met her eyes, his dark and drunk. He released her thigh, slid his hand down her arm, covered her hand and threaded their fingers. Then he held her gaze as he ruthlessly, mercilessly drove her straight over a cliff.
“Oh my…” Her body seized with ecstasy. Back arched, head thrown back, her mind went completely blank, blissfully floating in euphoria for those few long moments while pleasure shook her to the core. Shivered through her limbs. Rocked her foundation. And left her weak and panting.
Tate laid her thighs over his shoulders. “Fuck, baby, you blow my mind.”
She blew his mind? Olivia rolled her head to look at him, but before her tired eyes could focus, sensation and pressure erupted between her legs again.
“Ah… Oh…” She groaned as he slid a finger inside her slow and deep. Fuck that was so hot. She lifted into the pressure. “Mmmm, yeeeeees…”