Page 52 of Finally Home

Ollie turns and pauses, tilting his head, almost as if he’s studying me.

“What?” God, I hope that my impromptu nap hadn’t messed up my clothing and, like, my boob is hanging out or something.I look around but see nothing out of place.

“I’m just so proud of you.” Even in the darkness, I can see the way his smile reaches his eyes, but then something shifts as he stalks toward me.

“You mentioned that earlier,” I laugh as I back up. The distance between us becomes less and less until finally my back hits the bar top.

“I did. And I believe I also said that we would celebrate properly later. Not to mention, I believe I promised you to continue what we started this morning, too.”

Suddenly, any exhaustion I had felt leftover from my small nap is completely out the window, as if I had just taken multiple shots of espresso. My heart races in my chest.

“So then, let’s go home and celebrate.” My voice is breathy and laced with want.

Ollie shakes his head. “I can’t wait till we get home.” His breath dances along my neck. His tongue laps at my throbbing pulse. “I want you, no, Ineedyou now.”

“But—”

“Don’t think, Holls, just feel.” I take his words and feel them caressing my skin as his mouth captures mine.

Without breaking the kiss, I feel his hands on my waist, and the next thing I know, I’m being lifted into the air. I gasp at the feeling of floating but eventually feel the bar top under my ass. Ollie steps between my legs, which forces me to wrap my legs around his waist. Not that I’m complaining.

“Are you sure we’re alone?” I pant.

“Yes,” Ollie breathes against my skin as he trails his lips down my shoulder and drags the strap of my sundress. “I don’t recall seeing this dress before. But as soon as I saw you enter the bar earlier, I knew it was my new favorite.”

It must seriously be a superpower for Ollie to hold a damn conversation like this because when his hands and lips are on me, all coherent thought just flies right out of my brain.

“All night, I’ve thought about what this dress would look like on the floor.”

His fingertips drag the material at the hem, up toward my hip.Is he planning to strip me bare here in the bar?

He must be able to sense my hesitation. “But don’t worry, I’m not planning to put it on the floor here. Another thing I’ve fantasized about this dress tonight was sliding it up like this.” Time slows as he grips the fabric and continues to slide the material till it gathers around my waist.

“Mmm,” he hums in approval, dragging his tongue over his lower lip. He lowers his face and presses a kiss to my mound over my underwear. His hot breath dances along my damp skin. “Have you been wet like this since this morning? I know I’ve had to stop my thoughts all day from drifting back to this morning. It was only a taste and wasn’t nearly enough to get me through the day.”

Suddenly, air hits my pussy, and I realize he’s ripped the fabric of my panties right off my body. “I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not. I’ll make it up to you and buy you more.”

“Ollie,” I pant as I stare at him staring at me.

“Soon, baby. But first, I need you to do me a favor and stay right here. Don’t close your legs. Keep them nice and spread for me, okay?”

I nod and settle my hands back on the bar to steady myself. I close my eyes, expecting to feel his fingers or tongue where I need him most, but then moments pass by, and I crack open an eyelid to find I’m alone.

“Ollie,” I hiss.

“I’m right here, baby. I needed to get something. But uh-ah,” he tsks. “Keep those legs spread and that pretty pussy on display for me.”

“Please.”What am I begging for, though? For him to get back over here? To close my legs? Or for him to get me off. Is he for real right now?I hear him scooping ice into a glass. What the fuck? Is he making himself a drink? “What are you getting?”

I twist my body, but suddenly, his fingers are in my hair, tugging my head up to look at him where he stands behind the bar. He closes the distance but doesn’t kiss me, but I can feel his breath on my lips. “You need to learn patience, sweetheart. You’ve waited all day for me to make you come. I love torturing you. To have you so hot and bothered you’re begging me for it. You love to beg, don’t you, baby?”

I whimper against his mouth, taking what I want. Well, at least what I can get now—his lips on mine.

“I’ve got what I wanted from behind here, so now I’m going to come back around there and get what I want. Stay just like that. Do. Not. Close. Your. Legs.”

He’s gone before I can blink, and he jogs around the bar like it’s on fire, and I can’t help but smirk.

Ollie reaches into the glass, and I nearly shoot off the bar like a rocket when he drags an ice cube up my thigh. Water drips down my skin, definitely making a mess of the bar and floor. Neither Ollie nor I seem to actually care, though.

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