Page 48 of Little Did You Know

She shivered. "Is there something to dry off with?"

Olivia stood in front of the large opening, watching the rain come down and the lightning dance across the skies. I found some towels that were stashed away and then found some blankets and lawn pillows to lay on the hard ground. I laid them out far enough back that the rain couldn't reach us through the open doors.

"It's coming down now." I walked up behind her with the towels. She turned to look up at me. Soaking wet, she was the prettiest woman I'd ever seen. "We should get you out of these wet clothes before you get sick." She smiled and began unbuttoning my shirt. I wanted her badly again, but I didn't feel the same urgency I felt a few minutes ago. This time, I wanted to take my time, even if that meant all night.

Once my shirt was unbuttoned, she removed it slowly, very slowly, letting her hands run over my skin as it came off. She had no idea what she was doing to me, and if I didn't take control soon, this would be over before it started. She ran her cold, wet hand down my abs, feeling each crease as she went, but I stopped her before she got to my belt. It was my turn.

As slowly as she removed my shirt, I pulled off her shirt, bra, and skirt. Then I scooped her up into my arms, carried her over to the blankets, laid her down on them, and then removed my clothes.

She didn't shy away from my gaze; instead, she held it with a quiet confidence. Every subtle shift of her body drew my attention—the way her breath quickened when I moved closer, the sensual curve of her mouth as her tongue swept over her full lips, the flutter of her pulse visible at her throat.

The desire for Olivia hit differently than anything I'd known before—not just a physical pull but something that hooked beneath my ribs and tugged. My carefully constructed walls, the ones that had kept everyone at a safe distance for years, seemed to crumble under her touch.

I moved over her, pinning her underneath me before my mouth came crashing down hard onto hers, enveloping her in a hot, violent, possessive kiss that left her submissive beneath me. She released a loud moan into me as my hands began to explore her body.

Releasing her mouth, she gasped for air, and I trailed kisses down her neck before moving slowly down, kissing and nipping at her skin as I went. She was perfect; everything about her was perfect, and I wanted to taste every part of her.

I wasn't sure I could take much more. As she squirmed beneath me, I ran my fingers down her stomach and straight to her core. My hand moved slowly as she arched into me with every move. Entering her already wet warmth, she rocked against my hand. I moved fast, and she met my rhythm until she cried out in satisfaction.

"Please, Nick." My name fell from her lips like a prayer, half-breath and half-plea. The sound shot straight through me, dangerous and addictive. Her fingers traced restless patterns across my shoulders, each touch leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"Please, what?" I murmured against the racing pulse in her throat. The question came out rougher than intended, betraying how close I was to losing control. I needed to hear her say it, needed the words as much as I needed air. Her body arched into mine, answering without words, but still, I waited, suspended in this moment of exquisite tension.

"Nick." My name emerged as a breath against my skin, her fingers tracing patterns of wanting across my shoulders. Time stretched like honey, sweet and slow. Each heartbeat pressed us closer to inevitability.

I followed the delicate line of her jaw with my lips, drawing out the moment until anticipation trembled between us like a plucked string. "Say it, Olivia."

"Fuck me?" Her hips arched up against mine, the question transforming into invitation.

My control snapped. That was all I needed to hear. My mouth enveloped hers as I positioned myself at her entrance. "Please," she pleaded again, and I slowly entered her.

She felt amazing, and the fact that I was the only man ever to touch her drove me mad. Sliding in and out slowly, she matched my rhythm until we were riding together in sync. Her moans got louder, and I matched a low growl with every one of her moans. She shook as she screamed out my name, and with a few more fast thrusts, I found my satisfaction. My body went limp with pure bliss on top of hers. I knew I was crushing her, but I couldn't move immediately. I knew she was still breathing because I could feel every heavy breath she took underneath me. When I finally had enough energy, I rolled off her, falling flat on my back beside her.

"You okay?" I panted.

"Uh-huh," she breathed. I smiled.

It took a few minutes before either of us could speak complete sentences.

Olivia pushed up on one elbow, the blanket clutched to her chest as she watched raindrops fall. "It's still raining. How long are we going to stay here?"

"Until it stops storming." My fingers found the dimple at the base of her spine. "It will be over soon."

I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back down on the blanket with me. "Come here." She curled into me, and we were asleep before either of us could say anything else.

I woke as the sun was rising to find myself tangled together with Olivia. My thoughts went back to the events of last night, and I realized it hadn't been a dream. It had been a long time since I'd spent the night with a woman and longer since I'd held her all night, if ever. She was curled into me, completely naked. I wanted so badly to wake her and do it all over again. But she had to be at work soon, and I had a plane to catch. I couldn't bring myself to wake her. It was the first time in a long time I slept through the night and the first time since she'd been here that she hadn't woken with a nightmare. Instead, I watched her sleep.

She didn't sleep much longer before she started to stir.

"Good morning." I traced the curve of her shoulder.

"Good morning." Her eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep. "What time is it?"

My fingers found the dimple at the base of her spine. "Around seven."

She bolted upright, the blanket clutched to her chest, all traces of drowsiness gone. "Oh my god. I have to get ready for work."

I reached for her waist, trying to draw her back down. "It's okay." My thumb circled against her skin. "I'm the boss."

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