Page 39 of They All Puck Me

The world narrows to just the two of us; everything else fades away. It’s as if nothing else matters but this moment.

But then she pulls back abruptly, her breathing heavy. “Not here,” she whispers.

I blink, reality crashing back in. We’re still in the rink’s press area. Anyone could walk in at any moment.

“Right,” I say, running a hand through my hair and trying to regain some composure. “Where then?”

Olivia bites her lip, glancing around nervously. “Somewhere more… private. Follow me."

She gets up from the bench. I take her outstretched hand as she leads me towards the exit. My mind races with possibilities, but all I know for sure is that I don’t want this moment to end.

We reach the parking lot. She turns to me, her eyes full of something I've never seen before. And I hope to fuck it's lust. Or the hard on in my pants right now is going to be real disappointed.

"My place?" She asks meekly.

"I'll follow you anywhere Olivia Lutz," I say with a grin.

In a haze, I follow her back to her place. Behind the wheel my mind races, caught between the thrill of the moment and the nagging thought of what this could mean for everything else. But as soon as we pull into her apartment, all rational thought evaporates.

As soon as we step inside, she’s on me, her hands gripping my jacket and pulling me towards her. Our lips crash together in a frenzied kiss, a mix of desperation and need. I kick the door shut behind us, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment.

“God, I’ve wanted this,” I murmur against her lips, my hands roaming over her curves. Her body fits perfectly against mine, every touch igniting a fire that spreads through my veins.

“Shut up and kiss me,” she breathes, pulling my head down to hers again. Our mouths move together with an urgency that borders on frantic.

I lift her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her towards the couch. We collapse onto it in a tangle of limbs, our movements hungry and unrestrained.

"Where's Oscar?" I ask between her onslaught of kisses.

"There's a horny woman writhing underneath you and you're asking about a dog?" she asks with a smile.

"What can I say, his photos made quite the impression." I retort with a salacious smile.

"You can meet him later." She grunts out as her fingers fumble with my shirt buttons. I help her by yanking it over my head. She runs her hands over my chest, nails grazing my skin and sending shivers down my spine.

“You’re overdressed,” I growl, tugging at the hem of her shirt. She lifts her arms obediently, letting me pull it off in one swift motion.

We pause for a moment, just staring at each other. Her eyes are dark with desire, and it takes everything in me not to lose control right then and there.

“Noah,” she whispers, voice husky with need.

I don’t need any more encouragement. My lips find hers again as we fall back onto the couch, our bodies pressed together so tightly it’s hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.

Her hands are everywhere—my back, my hair, pulling me closer even though there’s no space left between us. My own hands are busy exploring every inch of her skin, memorizing the feel of her under my touch.

We move together in a heated rhythm, our breaths mingling as we lose ourselves in each other. Every kiss is a promise; every touch is a declaration.

I never imagined it would feel like this—so raw and consuming. But with Olivia beneath me, all thoughts of consequence vanish. It’s just us in this moment—nothing else matters.

“Bedroom,” she gasps between kisses. I nod, scooping her up again without breaking our connection.

We stumble through the hallway to her room, our movements hurried and clumsy with desire. She kicks the door open and we tumble onto the bed in a flurry of sheets and limbs.

. Olivia raises her hips and shimmies out of her pants, leaving her in just her panties. The sight of her nearly takes my breath away. She’s perfection. Every curve, every inch of her is like a goddess sculpted from marble.

"You're perfection," I murmur, my eyes drinking her in.

She gives me a playful smirk, wiggling her hips as I tug her panties down. They slide off her legs, and she stands there, gloriously bare.

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