Page 33 of They All Puck Me

I don’t answer with words. Instead, I lean in, closing the distance between us. My hand finds her cheek, my thumb brushing against her skin. She doesn’t pull away, doesn’t even flinch. Her breath hitches, and that’s all the invitation I need.

Our lips meet, and it’s like everything else fades away. The world outside this apartment ceases to exist. It’s just her and me. Her lips are soft and warm, moving against mine in a rhythm that feels natural, inevitable.

She responds eagerly, her hands sliding up to grip my shoulders as if anchoring herself. I deepen the kiss, my other hand tangling in her auburn hair. It’s everything I’ve wanted since the moment our eyes first locked across that crowded press room.

Olivia's fingers dig into my muscles, pulling me closer as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss. Her notebook drops to the floor with a soft thud, forgotten in the heat of the moment.

I pull back slightly, just enough to catch my breath but not enough to break contact completely. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” I admit, my voice rough with emotion.

Her eyes flutter open, dazed but shining with an intensity that mirrors my own feelings. “I think I have an idea,” she whispers before capturing my lips again.

This time it’s even more urgent, more desperate. The pent-up tension between us spills over, fueling our movements. I shift so she’s pressed against the back of the couch, her body fitting perfectly against mine.

My lips find her neck, and I kiss the soft skin there, trailing a path down to her collarbone. Olivia moans softly, her body arching against mine. Her hands grip my shoulders, pulling me closer, and I can feel the heat radiating off her.

“Liam,” she breathes, her voice a mix of desire and uncertainty.

“If you want me to stop,” I murmur against her skin, “you need to tell me now.”

She hesitates for a heartbeat, her breath hitching. “I should tell you no,” she whispers, her fingers tangling in my hair. “But I can’t.”

That’s all I need to hear. I scoop her up from the couch in one swift motion, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively. She clings to me as I carry her down the hallway toward my bedroom, our lips meeting again in a hungry kiss.

Pushing open the door with my shoulder, I kick it shut behind us. The room is dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting shadows that dance across the walls. It’s an intimate setting, perfect for what’s about to happen.

I lay Olivia gently on the bed, my body following hers down onto the mattress. Her hands roam over my chest, tugging at the hem of my shirt. I pull it off in one fluid motion, tossing it aside without breaking our kiss.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I mutter against her lips.

She smiles against my mouth, her hands trailing down to the waistband of my jeans. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she teases, but there’s a tremor in her voice that tells me how much she wants this.

I unbutton her blouse with practiced ease, revealing the smooth skin beneath. She shivers as my fingers trace along the edge of her strapless bra before unfastening it in the front. Her breath quickens as I kiss my way down to her breasts.

“Liam,” she gasps, arching into me.

I lift my head to meet her gaze. “You okay?”

She nods quickly, eyes dark with desire. “More than okay.”

Her words spur me on. My hands explore every inch of her perfect breasts, and the slope her hips, as our kisses grow more fervent. The room fills with the sounds of our mingled breaths and soft moans, each touch igniting a fire that blazes hotter with every passing second.

This is more than just physical; it's something deeper, something I've been craving without even realizing it. And judging by Olivia's response, she feels it too.

I sit up, my eyes locked on hers. Reaching for the waistband of her jeans, I pause. "Tell me now, Olivia. Tell me you want this as bad as I do."

A smile curves her lips, something almost sinister and entirely irresistible. "Yes, captain."

That does it. A growl rumbles in my chest as I hurriedly peel her jeans away from her voluptuous thighs, leaving her in a barely-there thong that makes my pulse hammer. “You are fucking perfection,” I murmur, pressing kisses inside her thighs.

Her hands reach for my hair, tangling in the strands as I work my way closer to the center of her heat. “Liam, please” she breathes, her voice trembling with anticipation.

My fingers hook around the thin fabric of her thong, pulling it down slowly, savoring every inch of exposed skin. “You have no idea what you do to me,” I say against her skin, my breath hot.

She lets out a soft moan, her hips lifting slightly to help me remove the last barrier between us. “Show me,” she whispers, and it’s all the encouragement I need.

I trail kisses up her inner thigh, feeling the muscles quiver under my lips. When I finally reach her core, she gasps, arching off the bed as if she can’t stand the wait any longer.

“Patience,” I murmur, running a finger along her slit. “I’m going to take my time with you.”

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