The Long Way Home (Corps Security #6)(17)

“Like the kid.”

“She’s easy to like. That’s not it. Try again.”

I need to change the subject. I have to change this conversation’s path. So I do the only thing I know how to do. I use my looks—and the attraction I know she’s felt for me—to distract her mind. It takes me two steps, and I have her pushed into the wall, my body covering her small one as I hold her up with my hands on her ass. My mouth hits hers the instant I have her in my arms in a kiss so deep, it steals my breath.

Fuck me.

Bad idea.

Colossally bad idea.

Now, now I know I’m well and truly fucked when it comes to Olivia Kelley.

Her legs wrap around my hips, her core burning me through my jeans. My cock is straining against my zipper. Her hands go to my hair, pushing into the thick locks and massaging my scalp. I suck her tongue into my mouth when she uses her nails against my oversensitive head. Our kiss grows hungrier and hungrier as we feed each other with our desire.

I push my length against her, and her mouth opens wider, allowing me to swallow her gasp.

Fifty-two years old and I’m about to come in my goddamn pants.

I’m no stranger to sex … well, no, it seems like I am. I was careless with my body when I was younger. All I cared about was how to get a woman naked and my cock inside her in the quickest way possible. We both always knew what was happening, not that it makes it better. I used them. And to be fair, they used me just as much. I made sure no one was confused. I only had sex. They would never get more from me. I made sure the women I was with were just as carefree about relationships as I was.

With this woman, though? The one who’s currently feasting on my mouth like she’s drunk for a drink only I can give her … she makes me want to break all the rules.

Turning my head slightly, I take her mouth harder, our tongues dancing together as if we’ve been doing this with each other for years. It doesn’t feel like a first kiss, there is no hesitancy or awkward moments between us. Just two people who finally put the last piece in a long hunt to finish their puzzle.

In a way, maybe we have.

If it wasn’t necessary to be watching her and Riley, I’m not sure I would have been able to feel what is in my arms right now. I lived by letting the cogs turn the wheel and only oiling it when necessary. I woke, worked, ate, and slept. One kiss from Olivia, and I feel like I have everything. Everything I had given up when I left my old life behind made me want them for the first time in over twenty years. Only everything I gave up then was for a good reason. The greater good, I guess you could say. I knew then I would never have a true connection with a woman. I would never have the kids I always thought I would have. It was a hard pill to swallow, but I did so with each passing year.

Until Olivia.

Olivia makes me want to change all the rules. Tear down all the walls left that her light hasn’t finished crumbling. She makes me want to live again.

Her moan breaks through my thoughts and slams into my gut.

At that moment, I know that my tactic for distracting her just backfired.

The only thing I managed to do was distract myself because there is no damn way I’ll be able to stop now.

I’ve had a taste of heaven.

And I never want to give it up.

Olivia lifts her head back, knocking the shit out of herself on the wall. She doesn’t even seem to notice hitting her head, though. She’s breathless, dazed, and gorgeous. Those pale-green eyes look into mine with a million more questions than she had before. Color high on her cheeks, her tits heaving against my chest. She might as well have a bright-red arrow pointing at her, announcing how turned on she is.

All from a few minutes of giving me that sweet mouth? That’s all it took.

“YAY! It’s climb the giant-stalk time!” Riley screams, her little voice breaking the haze of lust Olivia and I had created. I hear her running down toward us, closer. Still, Olivia doesn’t move. She just holds my gaze. “Auntie, you got high! You got it wrong, though. It’s okay if you’re nervous. It’s not that scary when you’re up there. You’re supposed to sit on his head!”

Olivia’s eyes widen, and her cheeks get even redder than they had been, the blush spreading into her shirt, and my imagination can’t help but picture that blush on her tits. For the first time in a long damn time, I feel the need to laugh. Of course, I don’t, but it feels good to feel that freedom again.

Riley keeps climbing up my body, pulling herself up using fists of my shirt and digging her feet into the backs of my legs. She gets to where Olivia’s legs are and uses them to get to where she wants to be. I reach back to help Riley and press my crotch into Olivia’s hot center to support my hold on her in the process. The move both tortures and pleasures. Riley’s hands go to my hair, her feet hook behind my back, and she lets out the sweetest giggle.

“I win!”

Her aunt, who only a second ago looked like she was about to explode—and not from anger—smiles sweetly up at her. I’ve watched them enough to know that she loves that little girl as much as she would if she was her own biological kid. Being this close to her and seeing her face light with that love for her niece hits me right in my chest like a punch. It immediately feels like a defibrillator has shocked the life back into my dead heart. Visions that I haven’t let myself come close to imagining rush into my mind. Visions that died the day I did. Visions of seeing this expression for a long damn time.