Page 93 of Spotlight
She wouldn’t be Olivia if she weren’t trying to tackle everything herself. It’s one of the many things I like about her. Doesn’t stop me from wanting to swoop in and do a lot for her though.
We fall quiet. Her smile falls and we stare across the kitchen at each other. Tension crackles in the air and I’m still just as keyed up as I was before the phone rang.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. She glances down as if only now realizing she isn’t wearing a shirt. Fuck, she’s stunning.
“Do you still want…” The question trails off and she looks anywhere but at me. “Of course you don’t. Answering a call mid-make-out sesh is about the least sexy thing. Can you hand me that?” She points to her shirt lying on the floor between us.
I feel one brow lift. Is she for real now? Can’t she see how badly I want her?
I push off the counter slowly and bend to pick up her shirt, then close the rest of the distance between us.
“Thank yo—” Her words cut off as I scoop her up and toss her over my shoulder.
She squeals as I head toward my bedroom. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you how unsexy I think you are.” I swat her ass, and she squeals again.
I cross the apartment and walk into my room, not bothering with the light. The window in my room faces a courtyard with just enough light that filters in and help me see where I’m going.
Carefully, I shift and place her on top of the navy comforter. She stares up at me, smiling but looking shy.
I toss her shirt to the floor.
“Better,” I say.
She laughs again, then pushes up to a sitting position. Her hands lift and rest on the waistband of my jeans. All the blood rushes to the bulge straining against the zipper of my pants.
“Can I?” she asks as her thumb swipes across the button.
“If you don’t, I might die.”
Her lips pull higher, smiling in that sassy, assured smile that I fell for all those months ago. She’s more layered than I expected, insecure and struggling with certain things in the same ways we all battle shit. But in this scenario, I never want her to feel anything but confident.
She undoes my jeans and pushes them down with my boxers. My dick springs free, happy to be uncontained and happier that she’s here.
There’s a long stretch of silence. Her eyes widen and her breaths come quicker as she stares slack-jawed at my cock. “Holy shit. You were serious.”
“I would never lie about something so important.” My tone is teasing and light, but she continues to look at me with shock. “We can still play Monopoly instead if you want.”
“No, I…” She swallows and then takes a breath. “You can’t dangle that giant thing in front of me and then suggest a board game. Give a girl a second.”
A silent chuckle shakes my body, and she smiles up at me.
“You’re stunning. All six foot five and nine inches of you.” Her smile pulls higher on one side. She reaches around and undoes her bra, then lets it fall around her shoulders.
My breath hitches as she tosses it to the floor with her shirt. I already knew she was going to be perfect, but she’s so far beyond.
“Come here.” I beckon her with one finger. She stands and I kiss her while removing her jeans and panties.
When we’re both naked, she drapes her arms over my shoulders. The movement presses those full, gorgeous tits against my chest.
We’ve kissed plenty of times, but with nothing between us and the rest of the night to ourselves, my patience wavers. Part of me wants to take my time, and the other part wants her so badly that it’s nearly impossible to hold back when she’s offering herself up to me.
“What am I going to do with you?” I ask, walking us slowly back to the bed.
“I don’t know,” she replies breathlessly. “I have a few ideas though.”
“Oh yeah?”
