Page 98 of Puck to the Heart
Her eyes darted everywhere, pinning me. Each glance was a lightning bolt snapping down my nerve endings.
“Still nice to hear.”
“Men and their fragile fucking egos,” she said, finally stepping into the shower. The steam parted around her, a myth brought to life.
Water slid over her skin everywhere I wanted to touch, and okay, maybe I understood why her breathing went ragged. Something about the heat of the room, the steam billowing around us, droplets slipping over skin. It rendered me speechless.
I beckoned for her to join me; my back pressed against the chilled wall. Olivia rolled her eyes but came to me. The trails of her hair curved over her shoulders and breasts, not hiding, but drawing my eye. Without thinking, I reached for her as she sank down, her legs bracketing mine. Somehow, her body was warmer than the two-degrees-short-of-boiling temperature of the water raining down around us.
Torn between the need to look at her like this, all gleaming wet skin and soft curves over me, and needing to sink into her, whether with my fingers or tongue or cock, I didn’t care.
But both were a need, a compulsion I couldn’t ignore. So, I did both, letting my eyes track the path my hands took as I slid my palms along slick swaths of skin over her arms, her stomach, her hips.
“This is supposed to be about you.” Olivia gasped as I grazed the tip of one nipple with the lightest touch.
“It is about me. Look at you, all wet and trembling, and I’m barely touching you.”
“Imagine how it would look with my mouth on your cock.” She reached between us, where my erection pressed against her, ghosting her fingertips along the aching length.
I hissed.
Another paralyzing, barely-there touch. “This looks painful. I can make it better.” With a barely perceptible movement, she leaned forward, and her chest flush with mine, the softness of her breasts pressed into me.
All the time missing her slammed into me and shattered my inhibition, so I caught her mouth with mine, letting every second of lost time gather between us in our shared breaths. Tighter, she clung to me. It broke something in me, and I pulled her tighter, leaving no space between our bodies.
And then she moved. All of her, her hand where it teased me, her torso, her wet heat.
Letting my head fall back against the shower wall, I waved at her, feigning nonchalance. I might implode from wanting, but I’d almost rather die before asking her to do what we both wanted.
She did it again, and?—
“Okay, fine, if you insist. Since you want it so badly.”
Her fingers wrapped around me, sliding her palm along my length, and I nearly fell apart at the touch. “Is it too much? Do you want me to stop?”
“Pleasedon’t stop.” Something heavier than words fell , scattering on the shower floor amid the water droplets. It might have been my mind; it might have been my heart. Between the sensation of her gliding hand and the elation pounding with adrenaline, I lost the ability to think.
“Anything for you, Wilder.” Her words and body were soft, but the kiss she pressed to my lips was anything but, quickly turning to fire when she nipped my bottom lip between her teeth.
With a sinuous grace she rarely exhibited, Olivia slid along the length of my body, nearly killing me with little flicks of her tongue and scrapes of her nails. When she sank to the floor, she gathered her hair at her crown with one hand, inclining her head. She was still giving me control, though, letting me direct her where I wanted—needed—her to be. Threading my fingers through her hair, I tipped her head back, tracing my free hand along the length of her neck. Blue eyes met mine, and she nodded, so I guided her head down and closed my eyes.
The warmth of her mouth slid over the head of my cock, and my hand tightened involuntarily in her slippery tresses. Slowly, she sank down, enveloping me in heat. Forcing my eyes open, I took in the sight. The way she knelt between my spread legs, one hand fisted around me as she slid the flat of her tongue in a slow, burning path back up until her eyes met mine.
And she grinned around my cock, flicking her tongue over the head. I lost myself as I watched her, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Barnes,” I ground out. “Olivia. Stop.”
I tried to be gentle as I guided her mouth away, almost desperate to keep her in place but needing the moment to breathe and keep myself from shattering so soon.
“What’s wrong?” Her voice rasped, her lips red and swollen.
I wanted to kiss her senseless, taste myself on her. But I wouldn’t allow myself the luxury of coming in her mouth. Yet. “Nothing. It’s my turn.”
“But—”
“Shut up. I want to put my mouth on you, and I fucking will.”
She blinked, then her eyes sharpened, the blue turning almost steely gray as she gazed up at me. “Oh, yeah?” The grip she still had on me tightened, and her hand moved between us.
