19

Chris was drowning in sensations, and he’d never felt more alive. Kissing his one-night stands had always just been a means to an end, but this…This was everything. With a single stroke of her tongue, Olivia could make him feel like he was close to coming.

And he wasn’t even inside her yet. He hadn’t even taken off his jeans.

If he were a better man, he would have told her they should wait a bit more. He would have reminded her again that she’d wanted to take things slowly. But he wasn’t a better man. He was weak, and the woman whose hands were now pushing his jacket off of his shoulders and yanking his shirt over his head was the cause.

If she told him to jump right then, he would ask how high. If she told him to stop, he would. If she told him to get on his knees and beg for another kiss, he would gladly do it.

When her mouth landed on his again, and her soft hands glided over his chest, he knew he was done for. Nobody had ever compared to her, and nobody else ever would. If this was how it felt to be with someone when there were feelings involved, he couldn’t understand how nobody had ever told him what a fool he’d been.

But he also knew that it was just her. It was Olivia. With her plaid skirts and yellow dresses. With her sexy glasses that she wasn’t currently wearing but that he was half-tempted to ask her to put on. With her pale blue eyes that could freeze a man to death but could also catch the light like twin diamonds. With her brilliant mind.

Chris undid the button of her pants with unsteady and rushed fingers, and when Olivia lay back and kicked off her shoes, he helped her pull them off. He swallowed as he took her in. He’d thought her yellow sundress was sexy, but it didn’t even hold a candle to what she looked like lying on her desk in just her black lingerie.

She was sheer perfection.

He rested his hands on her hips, hooking his fingers underneath the material. “Is this okay?”

Olivia’s teeth sank into her bottom lip, and she nodded. “Please.”

He was about to pull her underwear down when sense kicked in. “Shit,” he muttered. “I don’t have protection.”

Olivia’s eyes widened. “What?”

“I don’t exactly carry condoms everywhere I go,” he replied with a groan.

She frowned. “You don’t?”

“Well, I haven’t exactly been active in the last few months,” he explained. “I’m clean, but I assume you’re not on the pill?”

“I have a birth control implant in my arm,” Olivia replied.

Chris blinked at her. “You do?”

She nodded.

“So, we’re good to go?”

Olivia let out a chuckle that was too husky to be anything other than sexy. “Yes, we’re good to go.”

“Thank fuck.”

Chris tugged the material down her legs, and Olivia sat up after kicking it off the rest of the way. Wanting to taste her before they went further, he nearly complained, but Olivia shut him up with a kiss. She wrapped her legs around him again, and Chris helped her unbuckle his belt and unbutton and unzip his jeans.

He groaned into her mouth when she wrapped her hand around his hard length. She stroked him once, and his head fell into the crook of her neck as he bit out a curse. The scent of vanilla filled his nose as heat built at the base of his spine.

Chris kissed her neck, losing himself further in her. He savored the loud gasp Olivia let out when his fingers found her center and his thumb slowly circled her clit. His mouth moved up to her lips, and she eagerly returned his kiss. He sank two fingers into her, swallowing her moan and feeling his cock twitch when he felt how wet she was for him.

He didn’t think he’d ever been so hard in his life. He was sure he’d never been so turned on. When she pressed her feet into his ass to pull him closer, he didn’t care that he still had his pants on. He needed her, and he wasn’t about to delay giving them what they both wanted any longer than he needed to.

Chris put his hands on her hips and tugged her right onto the edge of the desk. He ended the kiss and pulled himself free of his boxers, replacing Olivia’s hand with his own.

“Are you sure?” he asked one last time.

“Yes,” she replied.

He lined himself up and slowly sank into her. Olivia shuddered, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.

“Fucking hell, Liv,” Chris said through gritted teeth, the pleasure almost too much. She was so fucking tight.

“Please,” she said breathlessly, her feet pressing harder into his ass. “Please.”

He withdrew as far as he could before sinking into her heat again, this time hard enough to send the jewelry box on the other side of the desk crashing to the floor.

Olivia’s fingers pressed harder into him before her one hand moved to rest on the desk. She arched her back and kept herself in place as he pounded into her again and again, his belt buckle hitting the edge of the desk with each thrust. She felt so good around him, so right, that Chris never wanted to stop.

But he did.

He stopped long enough to pick her up and carry her to the bed, their bodies still joined. Chris set her down on the edge of the mattress, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head when she tightened around him. Olivia let out a breathy moan when he covered her body with his, going deeper than he’d been able to before.

Her fingers scratched his back, almost hard enough to leave marks, and after he’d withdrawn to the tip again, she pulled him in hard with the legs she’d secured around his hips. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected from Olivia, but he was surprised by the intensity of her responses.

He supposed he should have known. Olivia had never been one to hide her feelings behind a mask or to temper her reactions. She’d always been fiery and passionate and real, and he loved that about her even more now.

Chris didn’t need to ask her if what he was doing was okay. He didn’t need to worry that she was having second thoughts. She showed him that she wanted him with every pleasured sound, every bite of her bottom lip, and every physical demand for more.

And having her beneath him on a soft surface let Chris unleash himself without worry that he’d hurt her. He pounded into her hard and fast, spurred on by her whispered pleas for more. He sank into her, again and again, losing himself in the feel of her warmth and the sounds of her pleasure.

When Olivia came, Chris didn’t slow. He worked her through it, nearly coming himself as she writhed beneath him, her eyes closed in rapture and his gasped name falling from her lips. He eased his pace when she stilled and her pleasure-tired eyes fluttered open.

Olivia’s fingers released their tight pressure on his back, and her hands glided up to his neck. She sank her fingers into his hair and pulled him down into a kiss. Her lips parted, and her tongue brushed softly against his own. It was a moment of slowness, soon broken when she tightened her grip on the back of his neck and deepened the kiss.

Chris groaned against her lips, increasing the speed of his thrusts again. He stroked into her as she kissed him with lips that tasted like heaven and felt like sin. He didn’t think he could ever get enough of her, not after this, and he held his orgasm back for as long as he could to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible.

But finally, it was too much. The feel of her around him, the stroke of her tongue against his, the feel of her skin pressed against his. It was all too good, and he went over the edge, his final thrusts erratic as he groaned into her neck.

He could have happily stayed there forever, still buried inside her, the soft curve of her waist beneath his palm, his breaths coming hard and fast, and the scent of vanilla and sex teasing his nose. He would happily stay right where he was, preferably so they could do it all again.

“God, Liv,” he murmured into her hair, still unable to move. “How do you feel so good?”

Her fingers started tracing patterns on his back. “I could ask the same,” she replied, amusement lightening her voice.

Chris lifted himself up on one arm, the move far harder than it should have been given how much time he spent in the gym and on the field. “Seriously,” he said. “How?”

She chuckled, her eyes creasing at the corners. “I don’t know.”

“You know I’m never going to get my fill of you now, right?” he asked, his free hand moving up from her waist to brush a strand of her hair from her face.

In doing so, he moved her bangs as well, and the scar cutting through her eyebrow became visible, unable to hide even beneath her makeup. Chris swallowed. It was a harsh reminder of the reason he couldn’t stay much longer. Her parents would be getting back home soon. It was a terrible reminder of the reasons he wouldn’t be able to invite her over for dinner with his parents or tell Paige he was seeing someone.

“Back at you,” Olivia replied, pulling him back to the present. “Is it always like that?”

Chris shrugged. “Not for me. That was…” He shook his head. “Different.”

“For me, too,” she said, and Chris frowned.

It had felt different for him because there were feelings involved—and it was Liv, who was sexier than anyone else he’d ever been with—but she’d been dating Drew.

“What made it different for you?” he asked, his fingers starting to play with her hair without his intention.

Olivia’s eyes lowered, and she shrugged. “It was just better.”

Chris couldn’t deny that made him feel good about his performance, but her words didn’t sit right with him. He and Noah had never liked Drew, and they’d both thought he wasn’t good enough for Olivia. His cheating had been enough to show Chris they’d been right, but it seemed like their problems had started before that.

She lifted her gaze back to his and smiled. “The question is if you can repeat that marvelous performance again.”

Chris grinned and placed a lingering kiss on her neck. “Why don’t we hop in the shower and find out?”

Olivia bit her bottom lip and let her eyes fall closed. “Are you ready for another round?” she asked.

“What do you think?” Chris ground into her, proving his point.

Olivia’s lips tipped up. “Seems like you are.”

Chris lifted his upper body and planted his feet on the floor. He lifted her up again, and she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and her legs around his waist.

“I could have walked, you know,” she told him, but she didn’t sound too put out. “You don’t need to carry me everywhere.”

Chris walked into her bathroom and set her on the edge of the vanity in front of the sink. “Where’s the fun in that?” he asked before pressing his mouth to hers for a too-brief kiss.

He left her on the vanity to turn on the shower, and when he turned back around, Olivia was smiling in a way that made his heart skip a beat.

She was so fucking beautiful, and even if it was a secret, she was his.

Chris finally took off his jeans and boxer briefs and stepped back into her space, smirking when her eyes traveled down and widened appreciatively, her cheeks pinkening with heat. He put his hands around her back and undid the clasp of her bra, his own eyes raking over her appreciatively once she’d discarded the material to the side.

He should have removed it from her earlier because the view was incredible. Her breasts were small, but they were perfect, just like the rest of her.

Chris picked her up again but set her on her feet this time. He had to crane his neck down to keep their gazes locked, and he was reminded of just how small she was in comparison to him. He’d nearly forgotten with how well she’d taken him and how hard she’d wanted it. She may have been small, but Olivia was tough. Tougher than most people gave her credit for.

They got in the shower together, and even though the water hadn’t had a chance to warm up enough, they stood under the spray, water gliding over their naked bodies. Olivia’s hands grazed over his chest and shoulders, and Chris gripped her hip with one hand while his thumb of the other teased the bundle of nerves between her legs.

Once the water was pleasantly warm and Olivia had come under his touch, Chris backed her into the shower wall, lifted her left leg, and thrust into her again. She lifted onto her toes and wrapped her right leg around him, panting into his ear as his hips moved in a rapid pattern.

He didn’t last as long the second time, but it was just as good as the first, and he knew he’d been right. He would never get enough of her.

He lathered his hands with soap and helped Olivia clean up, his callused hands probably too rough on her soft skin. She did the same for him, and if he weren’t worried about her parents coming home and seeing his car in the driveway, he would have lingered as long as he could in there. But church and lunch out couldn’t be keeping them much longer, and he knew he had to leave.

“I guess I need to get going,” he said after she’d rinsed the soap from her body.

“Yeah,” she replied, forcing a smile.

She turned off the shower, and Chris’s eyes lowered to the scar on her left thigh. No matter how happy they were now, a sliver of doubt was still stabbing at his chest, reminding him of all the reasons this was a bad idea.

And even if they could work through the issues of his family and Noah, there was another problem he realized he should have discussed with her before he let things go so far.

“Have you spoken to Riley yet?” he asked after she’d wrapped a towel around herself. He wanted to slap himself with how out of the blue the question sounded.

Olivia’s eyebrows drew together, forming a crease on her forehead. “No. Why?”

Chris shrugged, guilt eating at his insides as he wrapped her spare towel around his waist. “She mentioned she has something important to tell you.”

Her eyes narrowed. “So I’ve heard. I’ll text her tomorrow.”

“Good,” he replied, even as fear quickened his pulse.

He wanted Olivia to know the truth. He didn’t want to keep things from her. But he also knew that she would hate him and everyone else for not telling her sooner. She’d trusted Chris by letting him into her bed, and he’d repaid her with dishonesty.

Dread pooled in his stomach as they got dressed. The day had been perfect, but he couldn’t help but think that it would all come crashing down around him once Riley told Olivia the truth. And he was far from prepared to face the consequences.