Dear Olivia

by Fontaine , Bella

  I had to stop and narrow my eyes at him. “How’d you know his name? I didn’t really introduce you two.”

  “You didn’t need to; he’s a senior partner at Silvermans. He’s kind of known.”

  “Oh. Yeah, I guess.” I pulled in a breath. The mention of Marcus threw me a little. I decided that I was going to break it off with him, or rather stop what we had going on in its tracks. Last night felt like a work meeting so much so to the point where we didn’t even have that awkward we-should-kiss-now moment.

  I couldn’t lead him on, and I didn’t want to get to the point where I started thinking we were together and we weren’t. It was kind of getting close to that stage already. This week would be a month since we’d been trying this dating thing. Besides…last night, while I sat at that dinner table with him, all I could do was think of Sam.

  “Is it serious between you two?” Sam cut into my thoughts.

  I glanced across at Sam then continued to focus ahead. I wasn’t sure if that was a question I should answer since earlier we almost kissed, the other day we actually did kiss, and confirming I didn’t see Marcus and me as serious just opened the door of possibility.

  All day I’d felt that chemistry. It grew stronger as the day wore on, and now it was sparking between us like electricity. Like a tangible entity I could touch.

  “Should you be asking me that?” I eyed him quizzically.

  “It’s a simple question. I’m just curious. Didn’t look all that much like it was serious to me.”

  I stopped short and turned to face him. “What?”

  He held up his hands and flicked over his palms. “It was just an observation. Plus he looked boring as shit.”

  My mouth fell open. “You don’t know him. He’s a great guy. He mentored me when I started at Silvermans and helped me with my application for the senior associate position. He’s a really good lawyer, and I’ve learned so much from him.” Those were all truths. Definite truths that would have earned Marcus a number of positive points.

  “What does he do for fun?”

  “He does…” My voice trailed right off because I honestly didn’t have a clue. What the hell did Marcus do for fun?

  I was a workaholic, but he took the meaning of that to the next level. He worked like there was no tomorrow, and when tomorrow came he’d take that on too.

  Sam gave me a cocky smile. “See, can’t think of anything, can you? Boring as shit.”

  “Maybe,” I agreed, sadly.

  “So…is it serious? You seeing him again? For a date…or more?”

  I didn’t answer. Instead I moved to walk on, but he caught my arm and pulled me back.

  “Why are you avoiding the answer?” he challenged.

  “Why do you want to know how serious I am about a guy who’s into me?”

  “I don’t want to feel guilty.” He released my arm.

  “Guilty? For me being out so late? Those days are over.”

  “That’s not what I’m worried about.” He smirked and started walking again.

  I joined him, wanting to know what he’d feel guilty for. “What are you worried about?”

  He continued to stare ahead. “I don’t think I should divulge that information. Better to keep some things to myself. You know, err on the side of caution.”

  “When did you ever do that?”

  “In more recent years.”

  “That’s boring.”

  He laughed. “Dear Olivia, I think you’ll find I’m far from boring.”

  “Dear Sam, I’ll be the judge of that.”

  “Dear Olivia, looks like you’re the one who became boring, if you’re remotely interested in that guy. Haven’t you spoken to Jada in a while? She usually had better advice for you.”

  “Dear Sam, I’m not sure how credible Jada’s advice is because every time I take my best friend’s advice I end up in trouble. With you.”

  That stopped him again. A few droplets of rain sprinkled onto my arm and I looked up at the clouds bundled together against the night sky.

  “What kind of trouble did you end up in this time?” he asked.

  I looked back to him. The rain started and instantly made his hair wet and mine stick to the back of my neck.

  “I’m standing in the rain with you, and my hair’s going to be a mess in the morning.” I ran my fingers through it, pushing it to one side.

  “That’s not trouble.” He shook his head at me and stepped closer. “What’s on your mind, Olivia?”

  “Nothing,” I lied.

  He reached out and cupped my face. “So if I kiss you, you won’t be worried about how serious you are about Marcus Patterson?” He ran his thumb over my jaw and dropped his gaze to my lips.

  The question threw me and held me in place. There was the part where I should definitely resist if I wanted to be careful.

  But did I want to be?

  He stared at me longingly and a sense of urgency drove me to that desire that weighed heavily on my poor heart that missed him so damn much. My whole being filled with waiting. Years of waiting. Waiting for the boy who unlocked my heart and the man who unlocked my soul.

  So…did I want to be careful?

  “No,” I breathed, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips on mine.

  That flicker in his eyes turned into a smoldering flame that captured me. I moved to him at the same time he lowered to me. His lips pressed on mine stole my breath away. Fire washed over my entire being when he crushed me to him, pulling flush against the hard walls of his chest. My blood heated up and coursed on the wave of ecstasy that sang through my veins.

  I’d never had this with anyone else. Never felt this alive in my body, mind and soul with anyone else. Only him. Only him.

  The rain came down heavier, drenching us, but neither of us cared. He soul-kissed me, pushing me over that precipice of reality and into that zone of mindlessness where all that mattered was us and the way we felt about each other. That emotion/time displacement didn’t seem to be an issue any longer. It felt like we caught up.

  He moved from my lips and nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck. “You smell so good, and taste even better. I want to taste you everywhere.” His voice came out in a husky rasp, brimming with sexual desire. “Stay with me tonight, Olivia.”

  God…I couldn’t imagine anything better than being with him. How long had I wanted what I lost with him? How much had I missed with him?

  Tonight felt like something I owed myself, owed my heart.

  “Yes.”

  As soon as I answered he pulled back and stared at me with lust-filled eyes.

  He took my hand and we ran back to his house, completely soaked by the time we got in. My white tank top was so soaked there was absolutely nothing left to the imagination. The whole imprint of my breasts was on display and pulling the fabric away from my skin only made it worse. It was all to Sam’s satisfaction.

  He pulled me inside and his lips captured mine again as he moved with me from the hall to the bedroom. Sam didn’t even lock the front door.

  His lips took over my mouth, ravishing me with every kiss. Deepening the pressure in his strong, sexy lips. Every kiss was raw, hot; as unapologetic as it was seductive. Just like him.

  Sam pushed me up against the wall and rested his arm above my head. He looked down at me and tugged on the hem of my top. He looked hesitant.

  “What?”

  “Slowing down. I want you so bad I could embarrass myself just from touching you.”

  “Don’t slow down.” I ran my fingers over the sharp peaks of his chest. Under the wet cotton I could see a host of tattoos I hadn’t seen before. He looked down at me and filled his palms with the weight of my breasts, squeezing me gently.

  “I missed these.” His thumbs scraped over the peaks of my nipples, making them harden painfully from how much I wanted him. The feel of his fingers stroking my breasts electrified me, frightening me from the way he made my resolve crumble.

  I bit back a whimper. “
Then take me.”

  “Oh yes, I most certainly will.” He crushed his lips to mine again, exerting more provocative pressure, exploiting my mouth.

  I moaned into the kiss, and once again he left my lips and trailed kisses down the path that led from my neck to my chest and down to the tips of my breasts. He closed his lips over my nipple, sucking me through the cotton of my top and the sheer silk of my bra. It made me moan out load from the thrilling sensation that rippled throughout my body.

  Sam grabbed the edge of my top again and pulled it up and over my head. Then with one swift click, he undid the clasp to my bra, allowing my breasts to spill out. My bare breasts tingled as the draft from the window moved across them, but they heated up all over again when his firm wet mouth closed over the taught peak of my left nipple.

  He sucked, tonguing and teasing. Feasting like he could really taste me. He moved from one breast to the other, alternating between the two, giving me pleasure like I’d never known.

  I was wrong. This wasn’t the same as we were before. We’d moved past all that. This felt different. We felt different. His touch felt different. It was like the slightest brush over my skin rippled through my being and I could feel him everywhere, all over me, all at once.

  He cupped my crotch through my shorts and pushed hard, pressing against the hard nub of my clit. I gasped and the crackle of energy that passed between us intensified, becoming more carnal.

  He smiled at my reaction. A satisfied smile that stirred the sexual hunger to life. A distinct warmth flooded between my legs and a hot blush crept over my body, which became unbearable when he decided to continue stroking my core and suck my breasts at the same time.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  He took my hand and pressed it against the hard length of his cock, bulging against his pants.

  “I like it too.”

  Taking advantage of the moment, I ran my finger over the bulge, stroking him too.

  “Fuck, Olivia, if you do that I won’t last.”

  “Maybe I missed you there too.”

  He groaned deep and low, a husky, unadulterated sound of want. He grabbed my hand and pushed me back against the wall once more. I winced at his strength and suddenly it was like we both lost control kissing each other, pulling and tugging at our clothes until we were both naked.

  He took a fraction of a second to grab a condom from his nightstand and shove it down the full length of his cock, which I would have loved to admire a little longer. But what came next was all the more appeasing. Pressing me back into the wall, he lifted my leg and plunged into me. My body welcomed the full length of his searing cock like I hadn’t been without him for the last eight years. We both gasped, sucking in a sharp breath when he pushed deeper inside me.

  “Sam…nugh,” I breathed, gripping onto his shoulder.

  “It’s okay, baby. Stay with me. I’ll make you feel good,” he promised.

  I already felt good. I was already there, knocking at the doors of a bone-tingling orgasm when he started moving his hips. It was a slow grind at first that turned into deeper thrusts, then pumps that filled me right up. I twined my legs around his waist and gripped on tight to his powerful shoulders as he rode me.

  Each thrust sent me reeling, racking my body with pleasure. Then he took it up a notch and started hammering into me, pistoning harder in a pure rush of hot need as he slammed into me, fucking me into that space between torment and ecstasy.

  The sound of us filled the room. Us moaning, gasping, and our wet bodies slapping together.

  The tension rose, building, fighting to break free, and exploded inside. I screamed out, crying his name on the edge of the pleasure that rocketed through me.

  Before I could catch my breath he came too, tightening his grip on me as he jackhammered to a desperate release that almost made us fall over.

  The exhilarating sensation curled through me like a tidal wave, pushing me into rapture. Pushing me to that place where all I wanted was him.

  His pumps slowed and we both tried to steady our breath.

  He pressed his forehead to mine and kissed the top of my nose.

  “Fuck, that was amazing.” He covered my mouth again with his.

  “I know,” I spoke against his kisses.

  “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready again.”

  My lips parted. “Ten minutes?”

  “Or less.” He looked proud of himself. “Can you keep up?”

  “Oh yeah.” Saying no wasn’t a part of the equation.

  Chapter 12

  Sam

  “Please…tell me you aren’t tired.” I sighed as she lowered and planted a kiss on my lips.

  Her nipples brushed over my chest and the hardness of the beautiful tight peaks gave me my answer.

  “I’m not tired.” She giggled, leaning back.

  The goddess straddled me as we lay in my bed with the sheets wrapped around us. Her hair was a mass of long, wild waves running down the path of her silky-smooth skin. Like this she reminded me of one of those pictures of an erotic mermaid. Breasts exposed, round and perky, ready to be sucked, and her gorgeous body sat on top of mine, waiting for me to take her all over again.

  This was break time. I’d lost count of how many times I’d had her after I had her the fourth time. I’d lost count and I lost track of time. All I was concerned with was the fact that the same woman who rocked my world close to a decade ago had done the same thing to me and, damn it to hell, I wanted her all over again.

  I groaned when she wiggled her hips over me, over my cock.

  She smiled saucy, sassy and seductive. “You’re getting hard again, Lieutenant.”

  I loved when she called me that. “Always for you.” It was true. Always for her. Only for her.

  A slow grind of her hips over my cock sprung me into action, making me harder, and I could have lost control just from that.

  I grabbed her waist, holding her in place. “You’re worse than me, you know that?”

  “Worse like how?”

  “Seducing me when you know I want you, so I can’t control myself.”

  She pressed her fingers to my lips and flicked her head to the side, allowing that gorgeous mass of velvet hair to cascade over her face.

  “Do you want me, Sam?”

  The woman was the temptress. By day she wore the face of an angel. Sweet and innocent, soft by nature. By night she could have even the most resilient man eating out of the palms of her hands.

  “I want you.”

  “Then lose control.” With a sexy laugh she ran her hands over her breasts and down the curves of her waist.

  I couldn’t stand it. The temptation was too much and I wanted to lose control completely. All over again.

  She squealed when I grabbed her and flipped her so she was on her hands and knees with her gorgeous ass pushed out.

  Fucking hell, she was gorgeous. How the hell had I lived without her for so long? How the hell did I plan to live without her even longer?

  I took hold of her waist and pulled her to me, rubbing my cock over the slick opening of her entrance.

  “Ready for more?” I asked.

  “Yes. I want more,” she moaned.

  I grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer and she watched in pure satisfaction as I rolled it down my shaft.

  She raised her hips, allowing me to slide into her with ease, penetrating her molten core deep until I was buried to the hilt. The inner walls of her sweet pussy rippled against me and she had that half-pleasure, half-pained expression on her face. I reached forward and played with her nipples, running my fingers over the hard points until I felt the tight walls of her core loosen up around my cock.

  She whimpered. “That feels so good.”

  “Good.” I started moving inside her, holding onto her hips as I pumped faster and faster.

  The sight of her massive globes bouncing turned me on even more and made me lose control indeed. It didn’t take long befo
re I started rutting into her like an animal, rocking her perfect body, ramming into her as I fucked her hard, just the way she liked it.

  When the muscles in her core tightened and she gasped, I knew an orgasm was coming, and as she came she took me too. But I wasn’t done with her yet.

  This position felt too good to stop. It felt too good to finish too quickly, so I allowed myself to take advantage of the pleasure that coursed through me in taking her from behind.

  Hips bucking, shaft throbbing, I plundered into her until I felt it. The buildup of my climax. I fought hard against it, forcing myself to slow down, but it took me. It made me move harder and faster, making her cry out from the intensity. I worried I hurt her, but I couldn’t calm myself until the last second when I clasped onto her hips for the final thrusts and flooded her, thundering into her like a storm.

  I held her for a little while until I caught my breath and collapsed on the bed with her, pulling her close to my chest. Now she looked tired.

  “I hurt you.” I cupped her beautiful face.

  “No, I’m okay. It was …really, really good.”

  “You sure I didn’t hurt you?”

  She smiled and kissed the tip of my nose. “I’m fine. My skin feels like it’s on fire,” she whispered, resting her head on my chest.

  “Mine too.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah.” My whole body felt like it had been set ablaze.

  “Sam…”

  “Yes, baby?”

  “Do you think we had too much sex?”

  “No. We were just catching up.”

  She laughed. “I like catching up with you.” She stifled a yawn.

  Now I felt guilty for keeping her up all night.

  From the look of the sky outside, it must have been close to dawn.

  I eased up to go take care of the condom but she reached for me and took my hand. “Don’t go far.”

  “I’m not, but you need to sleep.”

  A troubled expression washed over her face. “I don’t want to. I don’t want to sleep.”

  “Why not?”

  “I don’t want tonight to end.”

  I felt the same. “It won’t.”

  She gave me a weak smile, then her eyes fluttered shut. I ran my finger over the curve of her cheek. She didn’t move.