Page 61 of Gold Digger
“Baby, it’ll be over embarrassingly quickly if we get him involved at this stage.”
She pouted, looking adorably put out. “But, I?—”
“We’ll get to him in a sec,” I said as I lowered myself back onto her again, this time kissing her neck down to her collarbone. “Arms up,” I said, and she complied immediately so I could whip her t-shirt over her head. It was my turn to stare then as I traced from her neck over her bra and down to the slope of her stomach. “Christ,” I breathed. My hands moved then to her back, releasing her bra and flinging it over the side of the sofa. “Fucking hell.”
Just then, I noticed a red mark over her ribs on her side, and I frowned.
“Hey, what’s this?”
“What?” she breathed.
“You’ve got a mark here on your ribs. What happened? Was this when–?”
“Oh, I… er, I think I must have banged my side when I fell in the pool. It doesn’t hurt. I promise.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry, baby.” I traced the mark lightly. “I’m so fucking sorry that–”
“You’ve really got to…” she broke off as I settled my weight on her again and kissed her neck, “stop.” With super-human effort, I pulled back.
“Stop?” I croaked in a hoarse voice filled with need. She frowned up at me.
“Don’t stopthat,” she snapped, and I smiled. “Stopswearing, you muppet.”
I fell back to her again; my skin against hers felt incredible. My lips went to her collarbone now, and she shuddered underneath me. “I’ve missed you calling me a muppet,” I said against her skin as I moved down further. When my mouth closed over her nipple, and she arched off the sofa, I almostlost it totally. Her hands were in my hair, then down to my shoulders, smoothing across the skin as I moved to the other side.
“Oh my God,” she breathed as I kissed down her smooth stomach. I undid the button on her shorts and pulled them down and off with her knickers. I felt almost feral as I stared down at her on my sofa. My hands slid down between her legs, my fingers finding her centre until my mouth replaced them.
“Fucking hell.”
It was the first f-word I’d heard out of her gorgeous mouth, and it almost made me smile, but I was too intent on what my tongue was doing. I licked the length of her, pushing my tongue inside in a steady rhythm before I moved up to concentrate on her clit. After a minute I increased the pace and she started to stiffen. “Oh shit, Ollie. Yes, I…” she broke off as I sucked down hard, my fingers pushing in, sending her over the edge. Her thighs squeezed as she contracted around me, a muted scream coming from the back of her throat as she arched off the sofa again. When I moved up over her, she was boneless, her eyes hazy. I pushed some hair back from her now slightly sweaty forehead, and she searched my face with an almost reverent expression.
“That was bloody brilliant,” she said in an unsteady voice, and I burst out laughing. Her smile was lazy as she fixated on my mouth. My laughter died as I moved over her again and kissed her with her taste still on my tongue.
She started moving underneath me again, her hands coming to my belt, but she wasn’t getting anywhere. I snapped open the buckle, pulled off my trousers along with my boxers, fished out a condom from the pocket and then rolled it on, fisting my cock as I moved on top of her again. My lips came to hers, and I kissed her more gently this time, trying to keep my savage need to claim her in check.
“Are you sure?” I said against her lips, my voice strained to breaking point.
“Please, Ollie,” she whimpered, her hands going to my back to pull me to her.
“Christ, Lottie baby, wait,” I choked out. “I need to make sure it’s right. I don’t want to rush you. I need you to—” Her hands went to my face which she pulled to hers to kiss me.
“Your Grace,” she said against my lips. “Fuck me, right bloody now. Or I swear to God I—” I slammed into her then, knocking the breath out of her as her eyes rolled back into her head.
“Look at me,” I ground out, seated fully inside her tight body. She blinked her eyes open, her pupils were huge, her expression wild. “Are you okay?” I’d been rough; she was so small. She frowned at me as her hands went to my lower back, then even lower.
“I’m fine, Ollie. Ineedyou,” she gritted out, and that’s when my control snapped completely. I hooked one of her legs over my arm as my hips started moving.
“You’re mine,” I growled. “Say it, Lottie.” When she didn’t answer, I thrust into her fully and then froze. “Say it,” I said against her mouth.
“Ollie, please,” she breathed, undulating under me with desperate movements.
“Say you’re mine,” I repeated ruthlessly.
“I’m yours,” she groaned. “I’m yours. Please, I’m—” She broke off as I started my rhythm again. “Oh, God, Ollie.” She was clawing at me now as her body tightened around mine. I’m going to…” she let out a small scream as her back bowed off the sofa. Watching her and feeling her pushed me over the edge, too, and with a shout, I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life. I collapsed onto her, letting her take my weight for a moment before I pushed up slightly to scan her face.
“Wow,” she breathed, blinking up at me, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright as her hand came up to trace over my face from my temple down to my jawline. My eyes actually started to sting – a totally unfamiliar sensation. But my heart felt unbelievably full as I looked down at her. I’d never felt so strongly for anyone before in my life. And Iknewit would be like this between us. I’d known she was meant for me from the first time I heard her laugh.
“I love you, Lottie,” I said in a hoarse voice, and her eyes went wide as her mouth fell open in shock. I moved away to deal with the condom, but before she could have any time to think too deeply, I was back and pulling her onto my chest on the sofa, covering us both with the huge blanket from the back of it. I tucked her face into my neck and kissed her hair. I could feel the nervous tension in her again, feel the frantic beating of her heart and stroked her back to try to help her settle. “I know you don’t believe it. I know you don’t trust me yet. But Iwillprove it to you. And youaremine. You said so yourself.”
