Page 85 of Fielder's Choice

“Happy New Year, Lane,” I breathe.

I barely have the words out before our mouths connect. The kiss starts soft before becoming more demanding. Instead ofshying away, I lean into it, stroking my tongue against his with my hand tangled in his hair.

I’ve never done this before, but something about Lane makes me want to go after my desires. And right now, my desires aren’t entirely innocent.

I nip Lane’s lip, and he groans before pulling away and pressing his forehead to mine. “Fuck, baby.”

“When do you want to get out of here, Lane?” I ask, breathing heavily.

He looks at me in surprise. “Whenever you want. Are you still coming back with me?”

“Yes,” I reply. “Definitely, yes.”

Heat flashes across his eyes, but he tries to tamper it down just as quickly. It’s clear that he wants me, but he’s still making sure everything moves forward when I say it does.

“Alright, Liv. Let’s get out of here.”

thirty-one

Lane

EvenbackbeforeIhad a kid, I never just made out with a woman in my kitchen.

Hell, I didn’t evenbringthem to my kitchen. All my hookups were in hotel rooms, even in NYC. I wanted to keep a sliver of privacy, so I kept my penthouse to myself.

But Olive sits on my kitchen counter now with her long, bare legs resting on either side of my hips. I make sure to keep my eyes on her face because I’m not sure what they’ll find if they gaze further south. Her dress is short, and I know it has to be riding up even higher on her thighs. I can’t risk that temptation.

She’s different tonight, but not in a bad way. She seems so much more confident than she usually is, and I love to see her taking more of herself back.

Olive about had my brain short-circuit when she asked me to teach her how to have an orgasm, but I couldn’t deny her. She’s been through so much more than any person ever deserves to go through, and if I can help her reclaim her sexuality, erasing the hold that oxygen thief has over her, then I’ll do everything I can for her.

Olive Finch deserves the fucking world, and I’ll be the one to make sure she receives it.

When my tongue swipes at hers again, she lightly moans into my mouth, and the sound travels straight to my dick, just like it always does when I’m around her.

Or thinking about her.

Or just existing in the same universe as her.

Can’t deny that I want her when I so clearly do, but everything moves at her pace. If that means we never have sex, then so be it. I’m happy enough just to kiss her. Everything else is just a bonus.

We’re both gasping for breath when we break our kiss, staring at each other as we regain our composure.

“Shit, Lane,” Olive sighs.

I chuckle. “Not too bad yourself, Ballerina.”

She smiles and grabs my shirt collar, tugging me closer so she can press her forehead to mine. “I like kissing you. A lot.”

“I like kissing you, too, baby. Never enjoyed kissing someone this much until I started kissing you.”

Olive’s face is so soft and sweet, and even though we’re taking things slow, I can’t help but let my mind wander. Like wondering how pretty that berry lipstick would look wrapped around my cock, how good that tongue would feel teasing my shaft.

I like to think of myself as a gentleman, but I guess fuckboy ways die hard.

Those thoughts will need to remain just that—thoughts.Olive doesn’t need to know about all my dirty fantasies involving her. She’s worth so much more to me than just acting out my sexual desires. I like her as a person, and I want to keep her around.

I gently push her hair behind her ear, those deep green eyes captivating me as I do. When I bring my hand down, my intention is to rest it on the counter. But what I actually do is rest it right on top of her bare thigh.

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