Page 76 of Finding Olivia (Trace + Olivia 1)

“Mhmm,” He hummed, skimming his nose along my jawline. “I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispered.

“O-okay,” I stuttered and then gasped as his lips descended on mine.

My hands fisted in his shirt as I plastered my body against his. I couldn’t get close enough to him.

His hands had somehow moved from my face, to rest below my breasts, and they were moving lower. His fingers skimmed over the flare of my hips, and gripped me, lifting me effortlessly so I could wrap my legs around his waist.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue begging for entrance, as his hands glided under the edge of my shirt. The feel of his hands on the bare skin of my stomach made my heart race faster.

He turned, backing me into the bed, and laying me down on top. He maneuvered me, without breaking the kiss, so that my head was cradled on my pillow.

He held himself above me, one hand on each side of my head.

Ten minutes ago, I had been freaking out about him mistaking my intentions for inviting him into my dorm room, and now I was clawing at his shirt, desperate to remove it. If he didn’t take it off himself, I’d find a way to rip it off. That was the power my raging hormones had over me.

He rose up, yanking his plaid shirt off and the t-shirt below it, tossing them to the floor.

My hands roamed over his bare chest as my lips sought his once more.

The warmth of his body heated me further. I was sure I was sweating, but I was so absorbed in everything that I was feeling, I didn’t even worry about it.

My hands slid up his stomach, exploring his abs, before settling on his chest. His heart beat steadily underneath my right palm, and when I circled one of his nipples with a finger, it skipped a beat.

He hummed in satisfaction, his tongue stroking mine.

I cupped his neck, with one hand, and the other ventured south once more. Back over the ridges of his abdominal muscles and lower, to the V and the trail of hair that I knew disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans.

My fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as they yanked at his belt buckle.

Abruptly, he withdrew his lips, and he clasped his hand over mine. He didn’t move it right away, just held it.

“No, Olivia,” he said sternly, his green eyes nearly black as he looked down at me.

“But-” I could feel his erection pressed against me and I felt like I was ready. I had had sex before, what was the big deal?

He swallowed, looking pained. “In the parking lot you were scared that I’d read into you inviting me up here. You may think you’re ready, but you’re not, Olivia. When I make love to you, you’ll be ready, you’ll be begging, and-” he bent to whisper huskily in my ear, “you’ll be wet for me.” I wanted to tell him that I was sure my panties were soaked now. Raising back up, he murmured, “And I’m definitely not having sex with you in your dorm room

where everybody can you hear you scream my name.” An impish grin lifted his lips, “On second thought, that could prove interesting.”

I smacked his shoulder.

“I was kidding,” he chuckled. “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.” He nuzzled my neck, whispering, “When I finally make love to you, you’re going to be in my bed, and I’m never letting you leave.”

His fingers tangled in my hair and I gasped in pain as he touched the tender part of my scalp where my dad had pulled my hair.

He pulled away, slowly, untangling his fingers from my hair. He tilted his head questioningly, “I know I didn’t pull your hair.”

“You didn’t,” I confirmed.

“Then?” He questioned.

“It’s sore,” I mumbled, turning my head away from him.

“Sore from what?” He hissed.

“My dad yanked me by my hair,” I whispered, biting down on my bottom lip.

Trace gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “He hurt you,” he stated.

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