Page 26 of Operation Wolf: Eli
Her fingers curled around my palm, so slender and delicate against my callused, tanned flesh, and I lifted them to my lips to press a kiss against her fingers.
“It’s true, you gave me a scare, but I’m happy to see that you’re so well again. And if you hadn’t run off, we wouldn’t be here right now with this nice view and all this great food.”
She cleared her throat. “Let’s start over. I don’t want to talk about the train incident or anything that happened to cause so much angst between us. Life is too short to hang on to trivial shit and animosity. Besides, we need each other right now.” She smiled. “Deal?”
“Deal,” I replied.
My stomach rumbled as if on cue, and Olivia laughed, the guilt vanishing from her eyes.
“Well, all right, then,” she said, flipping open the picnic basket lid. “Let’s get this picnic underway before you decide to eat me instead.”
Shit. Wouldn’t I love to? Parting her legs and diving in . . .
Olivia pulled out sandwich fixings, but I wasn’t thinking about the food. Watching her prepare ham and cheese sandwiches for us, all I could think about was pulling her into my arms and taking her hard and then slow right here on the soft grass. My eyes trailed down the length of her curvaceous body, which she’d chosen to dress in a pair of skintight jeans and a pink top that bared one of her creamy shoulders and showed just a hint of her full cleavage, teasing my imagination to greater heights.
Does she look just as good naked as she did ten years ago? Or does she look even better now that she’s filled out even more?
“Here you go,” she said quietly, breaking the fantasy as she handed me a sandwich.
I took it gratefully and bit into it, but even the maple flavor of the ham and the sharp cheddar melting on my tongue weren’t enough to distract me as I watched her pick up her own sandwich and take a bite.
“Mmm.” Her eyes briefly fluttered closed. “That’s delicious. I’ve never tasted ham this good in my life.”
“Local is always the best,” I agreed, already polishing off my sandwich and reaching for another. “And Vermont farmers are especially conscientious, so their meat is better than most.”
“Well, it’s damn delicious. Mmm.” She moaned again, and my cock hardened as her tongue darted out to lick a few stray crumbs from her bottom lip. “I never thought I’d be so excited about a sandwich.”
I laughed. “It must be the fresh air,” I said before taking another bite. “Always makes everything taste better.”
She turned my way then, a hungry look in her eyes that I knew had nothing to do with the food. “Everything?” she asked, the corner of her mouth curling upward into a sexy smirk that kicked my pulse up.
“I think so,” I drawled, playing along. “Although I suppose I can’t say for sure unless you tell me what you’ve got in mind to taste.”
“Oh, I think you know what I have in mind,” she murmured, drawing closer.
The wind shifted, bringing me the incredibly potent smell of her arousal. Closing my eyes, I drew in a breath to steady myself, and suddenly, she was on me, straddling my hips as she pressed her lips against mine, slowly kissing me as if she were savoring a decadent piece of chocolate.
“Mmm,” she moaned again, flicking her tongue against my lips. “I think you’re right. You do taste better in the fresh air.”
Growling, I pushed her onto her back, sandwich and picnic basket completely forgotten, and I laid claim to her mouth. The taste of her flooded my senses, honeysuckle and cardamom, and I sucked her tongue, unable to get enough of her. It had been so long since we last lay together like this, so many years since I’d been inside her, and my cock was straining against the zipper of my jeans, screaming for release.
“Let me help you with that,” she whispered breathlessly, reaching down toward my jeans.
I stilled in anticipation as her fingers hovered over my zipper.
I growled as she popped the top button on my jeans and then ever-so-slowly drew the zipper down. A wicked smile lit her eyes as my cock sprang into her waiting hand.
“Commando, and oh my . . . it’s so hard.” Her tone was teasing as she wrapped her fingers around my throbbing shaft, and I groaned. “And, right now, it’s all mine.” She flicked her thumb across the tip, smearing a bead of pre-come down the length of my cock, and then began to pump her fingers up and down my thick length.
“Yes,” I groaned, rising up onto my knees so I could watch her as she pleasured me with her hand. “That feels so good, Liv.”
“You like that?” She reached around and gently began kneading my balls with her other hand. I groaned again, words failing me, as she stoked the fire in my loins. “How about this?”
She leaned down, taking me into her mouth in one smooth motion, and I cried out her name, clutching at her shoulders to steady myself. I nearly came right then and there as she began bobbing her head up and down, as she used her talented tongue and lips to tease me to almost unbearable heights.
God, she’s good. So good that in just another minute . . .
“Stop,” I rasped, pulling her away from my cock.
