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“Can we do more than talk?”
“We can do anything you want. Just so you know, I’m trying to calm down what’s going on below my waist right now, and comments like that are not helping,” I groan, glancing over to her as she fights back a grin.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to cause any more tension in those pants.”
I tilt my head, glancing at her from the corner of my eye with a raised eyebrow, a smirk twisting my lips. “What did you say, Olivia?”
“Damn…I said it again, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did. And unlike the earlier incident, which I’m still taking under advisement, you shouldneverhave to apologize for getting me turned on.” I adjust my length, unashamed, as she nods in agreement trying to hide a smile.I hope she is beginning to see there is no need to walk on eggshells around me.
“Sooo…” she hesitates before she speaks, nervously rubbing her thighs. “I can’t believe I’m about to tell you this. But…since we’ve shared a lot of relationship scars today, what’s one more?” She takes a deep breath. “Cayden always complained I had too high of a sex drive. He was always too tired to keep up with me, so I constantly felt like I was bothering him by making suggestive comments.”
“I’m sorry…what?He actually said that to you? Ahuman mantold you your sex drive is too high?” I scoff as I white knuckle the steering wheel to avoid driving straight to this guy’s house and punching him square in the dick he clearly doesn’t know how to use.
“Yep. He said my sex drive was ramping up in my thirties, which was unusual, and his was winding down, which was to be expected. It was just one more way I was too clingy for him,” she replies with a hint of regret. “The kicker is, the last time I was at his place, he opened his laptop and there were all these porn sites pulled up, which he quickly closed. But I still saw them. While I have no problem with porn, I mean we’re all human, the pain of him being too tired to be with me, but not tired enough to jerk off to those videos, made me feel even worse about myself.”
“Are you sure he was attracted to women?” I ask as she lets out a boisterous laugh. “I have never heard of a man saying his girlfriend wanted to have too much sex.”
“Apparently it was too much for him, and he couldn’t keep up. You know, the one night a week we’d even see each other,” she grumbles with annoyance.
“Well,” I growl flashing a devilish grin. “there’s something you should know about me, Olivia.”
“And what’s that?”
“Ilovea challenge.”
We stop by Olivia’s place for her to run in and grab a few things, along with her car so she can drive home in the morning, then she follows me back to my place in the Third Ward. The elevator ride from the basement parking garage to my 5thfloor apartment seems to take an hour, the two of us standing in heavy silence. I look over, finding those longing eyes gazing back at me.
DING.
The sound of the elevator arriving breaks our gaze, and I place my hand on the small of her back, leading her toward my apartment. The lock sounds impossibly loud in the quiethallway, and inside I drop my gear bag in the entryway as we both slip off our shoes. Olivia sets down her bag and jacket there as well.She fits so well in my space.
“Would you like a tour of the apartm-”
My words are interrupted by Olivia slamming her lips into mine. She runs her fingers through my hair as she moans into our kiss, her body flush against mine.That moan is going to be the death of me. As our tongues collide, I pick her up and she immediately wraps her legs around my back.My God, this woman is fucking perfect in my arms.I carefully carry her toward my bedroom. The passion building between us this week – fuck, since we met - has all been leading to this moment. This glorious, torturous, sexual tensionfinallyhas an outlet. We enter the bedroom, and I gently set her on the bed, standing between her legs.
“Olivia. I want this. I want you. But I want to be sure this isn’t too fast for you. I know you’ve got a lot going on. Shit, we both do.” My hands fist at my sides as I fight against the need to touch her. “I don’t want to push you into anything you don’t want.”
She pauses for a moment, her eyes darting around the room as if she’s looking for answers.For the love of all things hockey, let her answer be wanting me inside her.
“Hayes,” her eyes lock onto mine, “Ireallyappreciate the respect and space you’re trying to give me. I mean…maybe thisistoo fast. We’ve both just ended some emotionally complicated relationships,” she says, and my heart sinks. But if she wants to slow things down, I’m not going to fuck this up.She deserveseverything.
“Honestly, I don’t know what’s come over me, but ever since you sat down at Walt’s during my gig, I’ve felt a different kind of confidence building inside me. I feel like I can finally be myself.” I step closer, our legs pressed against each other. “Somehow, you’ve made me realize I’m tired of living for what other peoplewant. I want to start living for whatIwant. What I need. What makes me happy.” I kneel on the bed, towering over her as my body burns. “And right now, what I want…is you.”
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Hayes presses his rough lips into mine as he gently leans me down on his bed. I shiver as he leans over me, shuddering at the heat of his body. He moves his lips to my neck, lightly sucking on my pulse point and drawing out a moan from deep within my chest.
“Your neck is sensitive, isn’t it?” Hayes asks in a soft voice
“Very. How did you figure that out so fast?”
“Every time I kiss your neck, you let out that sexy moan, and I almost come in my fucking pants.”
Wetness rapidly builds between my legs knowing that any part of me, or what I’m doing, is turning him on, and I can’t help but let out another moan knowing what it does to him.He’s already figuring out the most sensitive parts of my body faster than anyone I’ve ever been with.He runs his wandering hands up and down my arms, barely touching me. Goosebumps erupt across my skin, Hayes’ rough fingers slowly running down the deep v of my shirt. My body shivers, wanting him to touch every part of me, as his hands reach my heaving chest.
