Lead Me Home (Fight for Me #3)(91)

“One look, and I was yours.” He curved himself over my body, pushing my chest to the couch.

His mouth was at my ear, heat across my skin. “One touch, and you owned my soul.”

I gripped at the cushions, trying to stay standing, to maintain sanity.

But it was far too late.

I’d already completely lost myself in this man.

I could feel him taking pieces of me.

Bit by bit.

Until he held every part of me in the palm of his hand.

Magnetic.

Gravity.

“Don’t move,” he demanded.

I shook.

I could feel him undressing behind me while I stood there chained by his potency.

A breath ripped from my lungs when he was suddenly on his knees, his nose pressing against the fabric that covered my center.

“You have the sweetest cunt. Pure fucking honey.”

My knees knocked, and he held them apart, tongue teasing at the fabric.

“Ollie.”

He ripped my underwear free, his hands and fingers spreading my cheeks, his tongue licking up my center.

I gasped, taken by the sensation that assaulted me before I pressed back.

Begging for more.

With Ollie, I wanted it all.

He licked and stroked with his tongue, his hands moving all over my body.

My stomach.

My breasts.

Running down my thighs.

As if he needed all of me, too.

He sucked at my clit, dragging back, his big fingers finding me.

Pressing deep.

It felt like a claiming.

Like something had changed.

Like Ollie was dropping another brick from the walls he’d built around his hardened heart.

He kissed my bottom, teeth raking the skin.

Chills scattered while his fingers drove me higher.

Right up to the edge.

“Ollie,” I pled.

“What is it, sweet girl”

“I’m so close.” My fingers curled into the cushion. “I need you.”

“You have me.”

You have me. You have me.

His words tumbled through my spirit.

He was suddenly right there, plastered to my back, his cock nudging at my folds.

“And I want all of you,” he said.

I cried out when he took me in a possessive stroke.

He gave me no warning.

No time to adjust.

One hand was wound up in a knot in my hair and his other hand was pressed flat to my lower belly as he began to fuck me.

Fuck me hard and fast and deep.

Our pants filled the dense air.

Needy rasps.

“You . . . you feel so good . . . nothing is better than this . . . you are mine. Mine, Nikki. I’m not ever letting you go.”

Ollie’s words spun and lifted, floating out as our bodies slapped, the sound matching his grunts.

He filled me.

Again and again.

Touching me everywhere.

Heart. Spirit. Soul.

I met his fierce gaze through the reflection of the window. The man behind me. Taking me. Owning me.

While I offered him everything.

All of me.

Nothing left to hide.

He tugged at my hair, pulling my head against his shoulder, his cheek on mine.

“Look at you,” he demanded.

My body was stretched out against his, bowed back, my breasts pointed, tingling with the flickers of pleasure that grew more intense.

Every nerve ending alive. Zaps and pulses and zings.

It gathered fast as Ollie took me deeper and harder and higher.

He spread me with his fingers, stroking my clit.

A match tossed on kindling and gasoline.

Incinerated.

I’d never felt anything like it.

The fire that engulfed me.

Burning and singeing and scarring.

My body arched with the orgasm, and Ollie held me tighter, an arm around my waist as he drove deep.

So full I couldn’t see.

His hips snapped.

Frenzied.

His groan guttural.

Teeth sank into my shoulder when he came, his body going rigid as he grunted through his release.

My beast.

My mind tilted, the floor going missing from under me as we both struggled to come back down.

“Fuck,” he muttered as we both gasped for the nonexistent air.

“Fuck,” he whispered again, almost frantically.

Fuck.

Another shiver rolled, and he held me up. Keeping me from falling.

His mouth was at my ear. “I just want to be the one to give you everything.”

I wanted to believe that he was ready to take that leap. But there was no missing the desperation that bled through his words.

Fueled by an urgent desire to tighten the tether he feared might break.

I stood right there, at that edge, ready to jump.

I just prayed Ollie wouldn’t let me fall alone.





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Ollie





I pressed my cell to my ear. “Sage, man, what’s up. How’s it coming?”

I hadn’t heard from him in a couple of weeks, which wasn’t uncommon for restorations. It took a shit-ton of time to get anything accomplished. The search for replacement parts could take months, not to mention the actual work that needed to be done.