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Authors: Marie Harte

Tags: #Fated, #Desires, #Good, #to, #Go

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“Can the sarcasm. What’s your problem with me seeing Kyle?”

Maria put her hands on Olivia’s shoulders. “I’m just worried about you. You’ve had it bad for this guy for a year, before you even knew who he was. He’s back one day, and you’re in bed together.”

“You told me to get a life.”

“And I’m glad you did. I’m still not sure about Kyle. I don’t know him well enough yet, and neither do you. I guess I’m worried that if he
is
a decent guy, you’ll run him off with that plan of yours.”

Olivia stared at Maria in amazement. “So either way I can’t win. If he’s not a lecher trying to take advantage of me, he’s Mr. Perfect, and I’ll screw up the best thing to happen to me because I have goals in life?”

Maria shook her head. “I know you. And you don’t see the way you look at him.” She gave Olivia a soft smile. “You’ll do what you want when you want. I know, ‘butt out, Maria.’ As if I don’t hear that ten times a day from Mike,” she joked, and Olivia breathed a sigh of relief that Maria had finished her badgering. The lunch crowd started to arrive, and they busied themselves with service.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur. Olivia did her best to concentrate on work, a feat that made her proud, considering the way Kyle’s image constantly swam into her thoughts.

By four o’clock she’d had enough and signaled to Emma and John to take charge. They did so with pleasure, always grateful to have the shop to themselves. Olivia left with a spring in her step.

The warm air revitalized her. By the time she’d reached the front door to the house, her blood was zinging in anticipation of Kyle and the night to come.

 

Chapter Five

 

 

Olivia entered the unlocked door and looked around. “Hello?” After a moment of silence, she tried again. “Kyle?”

“Up here,” he said from the second floor.

She climbed the steps and found him working on the spare bedroom. Gone were the myriad boxes and bags all over the floor. Instead, her things decorated the space. Her antique bed frame graced one corner of the room, and the desk that had been covered in stacks of clothing now stood devoid of clutter.

She could see the floor, the hardwood scarred and full of character in the aged home. The white wainscoting on the walls made the room brighter and bigger without the mess in the middle.

“Everything’s in storage except for your things.” He stood beside the small closet. “I put your boxes near the bed but left your clothes in my closet. You can move them or not. But I figured you’d want your own space.”

Olivia nodded, still absorbing the huge amount of work he must have done to clear out the room. Since Becca had insisted that she use the furniture already in the house, Olivia had stored much of her things in here. Her bed frame had been in pieces, the clutter of her and his boxes taking up too much of the room to see its real potential.

Then what Kyle said hit her. “You did this so I’d have my own space?”

He nodded. “You’re paying half the rent. It’s only right you have your own room, now that I’m hogging a good bit of the other one.”

“Yes, well.” She tried to sound more enthusiastic. He’d done something nice for her. No matter that the thought of not sharing his bed made her want to weep. It wasn’t just the sex. Sleeping next to him had made her feel so close, so emotionally attached. Which made no sense, really. She’d only just begun to know him.

She was stupid for feeling hurt. How could she expect to sleep with the man each night? Though they’d technically met a year ago, serving him coffee with a smile hadn’t necessitated a name exchange. It was only yesterday that they’d finally had a decent conversation.

“Olivia?” Kyle stared at her with concern, an odd glint in his eyes. They twinkled like emeralds, and she had an uneasy suspicion he was secretly toying with her.

“Kyle?” she answered coolly. Was Maria right? Was Kyle out for a quick lay? Since he’d already had her, did he no longer want anything intimate to do with her? A man with his looks would have no problem whatsoever finding female companionship.

“I was kind of hoping you’d be happier about this. I did it for you.”

She cleared her throat and pasted a smile. “I am happy. Thank you.”

“Well.” He pursed his lips and glanced at the bed. “I thought you might want to thank me properly.”

“Properly?” Olivia followed his gaze to the bed in confusion. Did he still want her? And why should she care if he did or not? She had plenty of offers from men all the time. When she wanted sex, she could easily obtain it.

“I thought you might let me christen the bed.” He smiled at her, and that quickly, she wanted him.

“Maybe.” She took pause, trying to think clearly without images of naked Kyle ruining her resolve. Did she really want to have sex with Kyle again without establishing some rules? Fulfilling her fantasies last night was one thing, but now that she’d started to grow addicted to him, rules might be just the thing to protect her heart.

He shook his head. “Tsk, tsk.” He grabbed the hem of her shirt. “You’re thinking too much, baby. Let me ease you after such a hard day’s work.”

Utterly enraptured by his honeyed voice, she lifted her arms as he smooth-talked his way around her common sense.

“Oh yeah.” He groaned and cupped her breasts. “Another lace bra. I love these things.” He rubbed her nipples, making them sensitive and tight all too quickly.

“Kyle. Why don’t you—”

“Yes, why don’t I?” He lowered his head and took her nipple between his lips through the lace. He soaked the material, gently biting her flesh until she couldn’t stop herself from pressing close. “More? You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she hissed as he blew on her wet flesh, the warmth of his breath increasing the ache between her legs. She felt slick, her pussy flooded with need. His lips closed around her other nipple, and she begged him to stop playing. “Please, Kyle, take off the bra. I want to feel your hands and mouth on me.”

He continued to tease her, and when she tried to remove the garment herself, he stopped her. He took hold of her wrists and locked them behind her back, keeping her still while he feasted on her breasts.

“I love how big your tits are.” He blew over her nipple. “How hard your nipples get when I blow on them. Suck them.”

He blinked up at her, his eyes slumberous. His green gaze was steeped in sensuality as he watched her while he rubbed his lips against her rosy peaks. “I’ll take off your bra when I’m ready. You belong to me now, baby.” He licked his lips, his gaze drawn back to her breasts. “I want to show you how much I appreciate you staying here.”

He let her wrists go. Without thinking about it, she locked her hands around his thick neck. It seemed an eternity before he finally removed her bra. He divested her of the rest of her clothing a little faster, as if he too had reached his breaking point.

“Kyle, in me, now.” She twisted against him. “Take off your clothes.”

“Not yet.”

He reached down and cupped her mound, rubbing his palm against her slick folds. God, she was so wet.

Staring into her upturned face, he must have read something there that pleased him. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”

“But we made love yesterday,” she protested, aware that she said “made love” as opposed to “had sex.” With Kyle, emotion tangled with the physical, and she was helpless to separate the two.

“We did.” He nodded and walked with her to her bed. He lowered them both to it, leaning into her. She felt the thick ridge of his desire prodding her through his jeans. “I told you I had dreams on board that ship. Thoughts of you under me, of my cock filling that tight pussy. Of making you mine.”

He kissed her, no give in the embrace. His tongue thrust inside to lick every inch of her mouth, dueling with her tongue. He sucked the breath from her until she could do nothing but moan his name.

“Kyle. Kyle,” she pleaded and arched into his questing hands while his skilled mouth found the vulnerable point of her neck beneath her ear.

“Not yet.” He nipped at her earlobe and plunged his tongue into her ear.

She bucked off the bed in a riot of sensation.

His lips trailed down her body, following the path of his hands. Lower they moved, until his breath passed through the strip of curls guarding her sex.

“You smell so good.” He inhaled, his nose brushing her clit. “I bet you taste even better.”

Ecstasy shot through her blood when his teeth caught her hard flesh in a light bite. She thrust up into his face, helpless to deny the urges demanding satisfaction.

“Such a sweet pussy.” He groaned and licked in earnest. His lips were like magic, his tongue the perfect tool as pressed knowingly on the most sensitive parts of her body. He stroked and pushed her clit, stretching her nerves thin. Running his rough palms over her thighs, he stoked the fire higher. The intimate play of his hands and mouth over her brought her deeper under his spell. He continued to bring her near climax, only to back off before she crested the edge. Then he’d start again.

“Kyle, you’re killing me,” she whispered as he sucked hard. His tongue shot into her sheath, licking her cream.

He pulled away to rumble, “I’m killing me,” and the vibration of his groan shot sparks of pleasure up her spine. “Come for me.” He licked her again with a steady tongue.

She was so close…

“Yeah, gimme that honey. Come all over my mouth,” he urged and palmed her ass, pulling her into his mouth with those sexy work-roughened hands.

“I want you in me.” She squirmed, wanting to hold back, but she was losing her last hold on her control.

“Fuck, you taste good. I want more, Olivia. Your sweet pussy, your mouth, that tight ass. You’re so fucking wet I’m ready to come in my pants. Fucking come, baby. Let me swallow you up.”

His talk, combined with the raspy lick of his tongue, tipped the scales. With a final bite, he sent her into a climax so deep her body shook from not one but several orgasms, coming one on top of the other.

She screamed his name as she came, gushing all over him, barely aware of his hungry mouth, of his steady tongue as he continued to lick her.

He groaned and shuddered, his fingers gripping her tight to his mouth.

When she finally came down off her high, she lifted her head to see him gazing at her with deep satisfaction.

“Oh my God.” Her head fell back to the bed, and she tried to catch her breath, completely wrung out. “What did you do to me?”

He shimmied up the bed to lie next to her, his gaze and palms skimming her flesh that still trembled in the aftermath of such pleasure.

“It felt good, hmm?” His low voice and warm hands made her shiver.

“You have no idea.” She rolled to her side and studied him. “You’re still dressed?”

He shook his head. “I couldn’t take the time to undress, not with you so wet and ready for me.” He smiled, no doubt at her blush. “Sorry, baby, but that’s something that’s been driving me crazy, needing to know your taste.” He closed his eyes. “It’s better than I imagined.”

Olivia smiled, limp with pleasure, yet slightly embarrassed. In her entire adult life, only one man had ever attempted oral sex on her, and it had not felt like that.

“But you didn’t…”

“Come? Yeah, I did.” He grimaced. “You made me so hard. But you tasted so good. I couldn’t stop licking you.”

Olivia felt a surge of pride that she’d made him lose control. She had a feeling Kyle didn’t often do so.

“Was it good for you?” she teased, wanting to touch him all over, to feel that sticky seed on him and know she’d put it there.

“It could have been better,” he admitted. “But that would have been coming inside you, and I couldn’t have stopped going down on you, not our first time.”

“Our first time?” They’d made love last night.

“Tonight, I meant. Our first time tonight.”

She grinned. “Maybe our second time?”

“I don’t know. It’s going to take a lot of practice to build a tolerance. Now that I’ve tasted you, I’ll probably need to do it every time before I come inside you.”

Olivia stretched, pleasure tingling through her veins. This talk was revving her again, and she wanted to please him, the same way he’d pleased her.

“Why don’t I make you more comfortable?” she asked.

She removed his shirt, shoes, and socks, teasing him with her body, rubbing him every chance she got. His eyes grew hot as he stared at her, and he caressed her breasts while she undressed him. She turned around to straddle his waist, so that she faced his feet while she worked on the snap of his jeans.

When she felt his hands around her thighs, she bit her lip to stifle a moan and carefully unzipped him.

He hadn’t lied. His underwear clung to his cock under damp fabric. But the once flaccid shaft had grown hard again under her clasp.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a voice thick with desire.

“Just looking.” She sucked in a breath as he suddenly thrust a thick finger between her legs, sliding easily into her pussy then out again.

She finished undressing him in a hurry until they were finally fully naked. Her position on top had her stretched over him, and he quickly reached to bring her back where his fingers could plunge into her once more.

On her knees and aware of how close they were to a sixty-nine position, she decided to do her own teasing and played with his rock-hard cock. His hands remained around her thighs, fingering her until her breathing soon matched his.

“I want to come in you this time,” he rasped when she squeezed him particularly tight.

“You’re so slick.” She was in awe of his body. His cock pulsed, and his cum covered him from before. “I wonder if you taste as good as you look.”

His breath hitched on her words, and he went still. Even the hands fondling her froze.

With a smile, she held him in place and closed her lips over him.

He jolted, moving deeper into her mouth. She loved his salty, creamy taste. Nothing odd or unpleasant about going down on him. Just the opposite. He moaned her name and jerked in her mouth. She’d never felt so sexy, so powerful before.

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