She grins and her whole body relaxes as she sits next to me on the couch with her feet tucked under her. “I accidentally picked it up at a Mexican restaurant. I’ve been meaning to return it.”
“You can’t be serious.” I chuckle.
“Totally, it’s the difference between borrowing and stealing. I do have morals, you know.”
I’m hearing her, as evidenced by the uncontrollable grin on my face, but I also find myself counting the light freckles that dot the bridge of her nose and high cheek bones. If I connect them in the correct order will they uncover the secret of her addictive personality?
“Are you listening to me? Why are you looking at me like that?” She tilts her head to the side.
“Yes, borrowing, stealing, morals. Got it.” My hand moves to her face on its own accord. There’s an audible catching of her breath as I brush the back of my hand along her cheek. “Not a date, huh?”
She shakes her head. “We don’t … date. Remember?” Each word comes out as a shaky whisper.
I nod. “That’s unfortunate because if it were a date, I’d kiss you … like this.” I’m being a selfish prick. At some point over the past few days I’ve convinced myself that I need to taste her mouth. Lust-filled eyes fall to my lips as I lean into her. It’s all the permission I need. I brush my lips over hers, moving my other hand up to cradle her face. She melts into me as I tease my tongue over the seam of her lips. She opens for me and all the blood from my brain drains into my dick. I feel the slow throb building at a record pace.
“Mmm …” She vibrates over my mouth as I consume every inch of hers.
I’m dying to move my hands away from her face, down her neck, and over her breasts … breasts that I imagine are heavy with firm nipples. Just the feel of her nipples budding out from my touch would cause me to lose it. It’s been too long since I’ve touched a woman and Vivian is not like any other woman.
It’s the slow rip off of a Band-Aid as I pull away from her. She’s wide-eyed and breathless. I need to get the hell out of here. The entrance to the danger zone has been breached and the warning sirens pierce my ears.
Her tongue peeks out to brush along her lips like she’s savoring the taste of me on her.
“It is unfortunate.” She grins and my dick continues to strain against my jeans with no relief in sight as I see naughty intentions dancing in her eyes. “Because if it were a date and you kissed me like that, I’d want to crawl up on you … like this.” She sits up on her knees and straddles me with a leg on either side.
Oh fuck!
My hands rest on her hips as she lowers herself onto my lap. Those sexy green eyes shut when the apex of her legs meets the bulge in my pants. Her mouth goes slack as her breaths come short and quick with each prominent rise and fall of her chest. “And then I’d run my hands through your hair … like this.”
Her fingers lace through my hair. “And … oh God…” she licks her lips and swallows as her eyes shut for a brief moment “…the feel of your hard body against mine would make me want more of this.” She clenches her fingers in my hair, and with a firm tug she pulls my mouth to hers again.
I’m a caged animal ready to break out and attack her. It takes everything I have to not rip off her clothes and bury myself in her.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Her hungry tongue strokes mine as she rocks her pelvis with the same subtle motion against my dick. I dig my fingers into her hips as she grinds against me. What the fuck is she doing to me? The sensible voice in my head speaks up. It always does, but I don’t call it the voice of reason. I call it the voice of ruin because it’s ruined so many moments that promised such pleasure.
I pull back. “If it were a date, I’d stay longer but … since it’s not I should––”
“Touch me,” she whispers through her labored breathing. “Show me how you’d touch me if this were a date.” Her words aren’t teasing or seductive; they’re a desperate plea. I watch her and through the silence between us I hear her with absolute clarity. My hands move up her sides and slide to her breasts. The thin material of her top does little to hide the equally thin layer of her bra covering erect nipples.
“If this were a date … I’d touch you like this.” My voice breaks on the last word as she rests her hands on my shoulders, eyelids fluttering for control. My untamed needs fade into the background as I knead her breasts, circling my thumbs over her nipples with a slow firm motion.
Mesmerized. That’s all I am right now. As Vivian gives in to my touch, her face tenses and her head falls, hair long and flowing down her back. I don’t know how, but I’m allowing this to be about her, for her. Even as her hips rock into me over and over, I remain still. Only my hands move with the sole purpose of bringing her pleasure.
“Oliver … please don’t stop.” The vulnerability in her voice is raw.
Her eyes blink open just as her nails dig into my shoulders. She presses her hips against me one last time, and her eyes roll back into her head. “Oh … My … God,” she moans in ecstasy.
I swear the image of Vivian coming apart from my touch will forever be etched in my memory.
Her forehead rests against mine and I move my hands to her head as I kiss her just once, long and slow.
“Thank you.” She smiles against my lips. “I owe you one.”
I chuckle as I lift her off my lap and stand. “No you don’t. If it were a date, maybe, but it’s not so everything that just happened was … hypothetical.”
She stares at the floor with a smile that’s still overwhelming her face.
I open the door. “I had a nice time.”
“Liar.” She looks at me and rolls her eyes. “A nice time shouldn’t end in a cold shower.”
“I’m not going to take a cold shower.” I kiss her cheek and inhale her addictive scent. “Good night, Vivian.”
“Good night.” She blushes.
I didn’t lie. I’m not going to take a cold shower. I’m going to sleep with my balls in a bucket of ice.
Chapter Five
Jealousy
Vivian
I’m not certain what the protocol is after what happened last night. Sure, I’ve been touched by guys before … Okay, just one until last night, but Kai touched me like it pleased him. Oliver touched me like it pleased me. And Oh. My. God … did it ever please me.
“Hey, Flower, how’s the cat toy?” Alex grins as she and Sean stroll in the front door.
I return a snide look. “They’re mittens.”
“Mittens for the kittens.” Alex giggles.
“Something to keep her pussy warm,” Sean says in a low voice as he follows Alex into the kitchen.
“I heard that, Simpleton.”
“Yeah, well, Simpleton is going to be graduating from Harvard Business School way before you.” Sean sticks his thumbs in his ears and wiggles his fingers around while sticking out his tongue.
“Yeah, well, someday you’ll be fetching me coffee when I’m the only successful CEO willing to offer your pathetic ass a job.”
“Play nice, kids.” Alex hands Sean a Coke.
“We’re just kidding.” Sean opens the can and takes a swig while giving me a wink. “I can’t wait for Viv to be my boss, those long legs in a mini-skirt suit, cracking a whip at me all day.” He takes another swig.
Alex smacks him in the junk and he spits pop out of his mouth. “What the hell?” He bends over a few degrees, holding his crotch.
“Oh sorry, honey. I was swatting a fly and didn’t see you. Maybe if I had longer legs I could have seen you better.”