Warrior (First to Fight #1)(7)

Olivia gives me a satisfied little smile, her hands braced on my shoulders. “What have you been thinking about me?”

I grin. “Why don’t I show you?”

I use the arm wrapped around her waist and the hand on the curve of her ass to slowly guide her against the thick bulge of my erection as I renew the kiss. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and she slows the kiss until it’s nothing but our lips barely touching and our breath mingling between us. She glides one hand to cup the back of my head and the other holds my cheek.

Her hips begin to move of their own accord, tentatively at first then with a steady, jerking rhythm that elicits the most erotic of moans from deep in her throat. I have to close my eyes against the need to take her. Her flimsy summer dress and bathing suit are little protection against me and even though the layers of clothes separate us, I can feel every single movement as if we’re skin to skin.

“That’s it, baby.” I whisper against her throat, “God, you sound so f*cking good.”

“You sure you don’t want to go back to my place first? Somewhere with a bed?”

I scoot down in the seat to give her a better angle and press more firmly against the center of her. She moves her face to the crook of my neck, lips flirting with the shell of my ear. Her desperate little pants are definitely going to star in my fantasies in lonely months to come.

“No,” I tell her, “I don’t think I can wait. Later.”

“But—”

I silence her with a kiss. As the movement of her hips intensifies, I slip a hand between us, teasing her until the cab of my truck is filled with her breathless sighs. Her grip around me tightens until I’m caged in her arms. I can feel her heartbeat through her chest and each heave of her entire body as it’s racked with her cries.

She stiffens, stops breathing, and a low moan reverberates throughout the steamed-up cab of the truck. My own body tenses completely with the need to follow her over the edge. The temptation has never been so goddamn all-encompassing.

The remainder of her orgasm makes her shiver against me, and I grit my teeth against the riot of sensation. I feel her smile against my neck, as she smothers a laugh and stretches.

When she pulls back, her eyes are sleepy, half-lidded and lit with satisfaction. My hands trail up from the soft skin of her lower back to cradle her head so I can soak every moment of this in. Like a kid on Christmas morning, I never want it to end. Too soon, she stirs against me and groans, breaking the cocoon of silence that had surrounded us.

Carefully, I move to place her a safe distance away from me…like all the way across the state.

But she doesn’t let me. Instead, she wraps her arms more tightly around my neck.

I move to pull back and look at her questioningly, to no avail. “Livvie?”

Her hands plot a dangerous course down my chest, her fingers snagging against the material of my T-shirt until she reaches the taut skin of my abdomen. She tangles with my belt buckle, and the sound fills my ears as if it were amplified a thousand times.

I’m torn. Between need and duty. Responsibility and recklessness.

Then she kisses me. One soft brush of her lips, feather-light against mine, and I fall straight into madness after her.

I cover her again, gripping her hair with both hands, as if I need to keep a steady hold on her or else she’ll somehow escape me. Urgency tastes like firelight and the cherry-scented lip balm she favors. Somehow, while lost in the simple pleasure of her lips on mine, she manages to push my pants down enough to grip my hard length in her torturous hands.

The contact sends a shockwave throughout my entire body, and through my heavy-lidded eyes I see her smile in triumph. Dear God, if I thought she had me wrapped around her finger before, I was wrong. Dead wrong. She could demand anything of me in this moment, and I’m not sure I could deny her.

Then she slips off of the seat, down to the floorboard and slides the wet heat of her mouth over my cock. My eyes shutter closed and all I can do is fist my hands in her hair and surrender to the sensation. The slick, wet sounds of her tongue gliding up and down my length drive me f*cking crazy. I finally regain the ability to open my eyes and feast upon the sight of her on her knees, thighs spread to kneel before me, her dress essentially a foregone conclusion, hiked up around her waist like an invitation.

I loosen one hand from my grip on her hair and grab the hem of her dress, pulling it farther down until the hastily tied knots around her neck give, pooling the dress around her knees. The expanse of her milky white skin is now only covered by a few scraps of material that match the pink blush covering her cheeks.

The thought of her breasts tipped in the same color consumes my thoughts. I need to see if they’re a match for my fantasies. I barter with myself, as though I’ll stop after I get just one more taste. When, in truth, I know there’s no stopping me tonight.

My hands reach for the strings of her bikini top with a mind of their own. Two tugs and her top gives way, the cool air bringing a chill to her flushed skin.

I press against her shoulders and she sits up. The playful gleam in her eyes has been replaced by a burning need that matches my own. I kick off my pants the rest of the way, and she’s straddling my legs before I’ve even managed to shrug out of my tee.

She traps me that way, with my arms tangled in the material of my shirt and still positioned over my head. Her mouth finds mine and everything about her is emphasized in sharp relief at the darkness. Her sweet scent surrounds me, drives me crazy. Nimble fingers grip my length, and I arch and buck against her.