Page 107 of Waking Olivia

“You’ve got to stop,” he says gruffly. “I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer.”

“Why are you holding back at all?” I ask, preparing to resume my task but in a second’s time I’m lifted from the floor entirely, my back pressed against the shower wall.

He takes the soap and runs it between my legs, and then takes his fingers to push through the soapy trail he’s left behind. “Will … oh God, that’s amazing.”

His fingers slip and slide until I think my knees are going to buckle. He is rigid in my palm, beginning to thrust up into it, as he seizes my mouth violently. “Should I take it easy on you, Olivia?” he growls.

“No,” I gasp. “Definitely not.” With a speed I didn’t imagine possible, he lifts my legs around his waist and pushes inside me hard, just the way he thrust into my hand.

“That’s so good,” he groans, his mouth pressed to my damp neck. He pulls out and presses back in, faster and harder than before, as my back slides against the shower wall.

I’m far from virginal. I’ve always enjoyed sex. But this is something else entirely, a pleasure so sharp that it almost hurts, that it draws goose bumps and elicits cries from my throat I seem helpless to stop. For the first time, I’m not worried about whether I’ll finish but about whether I can hold off a little longer.

“I’m close,” I gasp. I meant it as a warning but the second he pushes in again something bursts open inside me like a bomb. He hammers into me, prolonging everything until suddenly his whole body tenses and he groans into my neck, sinking his teeth into my skin as he comes.

He buries his face there, and I cling to him.

After a moment, I laugh shakily. “How are you still holding me up? My legs are so rubbery I’m pretty sure I couldn’t even stand on my own right now.”

His smile lifts on one side. “I’m not sure. I’m just scared I’m going to drop you if I try to move.”

Somehow we manage to separate, and then take turns soaping each other again. He turns off the water and wraps me in a dry towel. “We’ve now had sex in the shower and on a table,” he says. “I think it’s time we got really crazy and tried this thing called a bed.”

“I’ve heard of those,” I reply, following him to the room. “They sound dangerous.”

He turns toward me with a grin that could only be described as predatory. “You have no idea.”

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Will

Last night defies description. When we first woke up together, it was gentle. Times four through eight were increasingly less so. Every part of my body feels bruised today and she was limping a little as we walked through LAX, which didn’t stop me from wanting to take her straight back to my apartment when we land, except that both my mom and Peter are waiting for us at the farm.

She changed out of that tiny skirt she was wearing last night, but honestly, Olivia could be wearing oversized trash bags sewn together and I’d still be itching to see what was underneath. “Maybe we should stop by my apartment first,” I suggest. “Just to get cleaned up.”

She laughs. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

“Don’t hear you saying no,” I reply.

“Will,” she says, moving toward me and placing her mouth next to my ear, “I never say no.”

Fuck it. We are totally stopping at my apartment.

But not one minute later, my mom calls. “What on earth is taking so long? Your flight got in two hours ago.”

“Well, you know how that goes,” I begin. “It’s over an hour drive from Denver, and it takes a while to get the bags and—”

“Baloney. Hurry up.”

When we arrive, she runs from the house, already crying, and pounces on Olivia.

“Let’s give them a minute and take a walk,” Peter says to me.

I go to the porch and he follows, looking unbelievably uncomfortable. “What’s going on, Peter?”

“A few things,” he says nervously. “The first is about the farm. On your mother’s behalf, I entered conversations with the school late last year about allowing the agriculture program to lease a fair bit of it, year round.”

“Lease it? Why would they do that? They have their own land, right?”

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