Page 20 of Bound to Him

“From?”

I sighed, turning to face him again. Our faces were now only inches from each other, and it was making breathing a difficult thing to do. “From my life, Huxley. From all of it.” Immediately, he smiled.Why the fuck?“Why are you smiling at that?”

With an insanely sexy bite of his lip, he looked out at the view, then back at me. “I like hearing you say my name, is all.”

I felt my cheeks burn red. I hadn’t even realized I was being so candid with him. “I’m sorry—”

“No, no. I like it.”

There was something so inherently sexual about what he was saying. Add to that the way he was looking at my lips and the way we’d somehow managed to stand even closer than before.When did that happen?

“You said my name, too,” I said, rather obviously.

“And you liked it, too,” he said, not moving a muscle.

I thought back,Queen Olivia. “Yes, I guess I did.” Being honest with him felt so easy. “It’s weird… we haven’t even officially met yet.”

“No, we haven’t.” He stood up straight, putting distance between us again, much to my disappointment. He held his hand out. “It’s my absolute, undeniable pleasure to meet you, Olivia Romano.”

The way he said the words only confirmed the sexual tension hanging between us. I kept my eyes locked on his and put my hand into his outreached palm. He closed his fingers around mine and lifted my hand, planting a warm kiss on my knuckles.

My legs felt like jelly. God! Why did my sister’s fiancé have to be so fucking sexy? So fucking irresistible? His lips were thick and soft, leaving a burning sensation on my hand.

“It’s… uh… my pleasure as well, Huxley Moretti.”

His responding smile was devious. As if hearing me say his name was somehow forbidden and naughty. Right now, it certainly felt that way. My hand was still clasped in his, and I began to pull it free, only for him to tighten his grip and pull me. My body was flung around and pinned against the cold stone wall, just out of view of anyone inside. With a fully exposed back, the stone scratched and numbed my skin. Huxley had his hand against the wall next to my face and his own face inches from mine.

“Is it?” he asked, and I could feel his breath against my own lips. “Is it a pleasure, Olivia?”

My gaze bounced between his eyes and down to his lips. When I answered, my voice was shaky and breathless. “Yes… it is, Huxley.”

His eyes seemed to light up with victory, though not in an egotistical way. A sly smile spread, and he looked down, taking in every inch of my body before he reached out his free hand and touched me. Lightly, his finger traced a line down my side, over my hip bone.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, quietly. Though, he didn’t stop.

“No… you shouldn’t…” I swallowed hard, watching as he slowly gripped my hip with his big hand.

“But fuck, I really want to.” His hand began to slide up my side, over the dip of my waist. The feeling of his hand on my body was already too much for me to handle. This was the first time we ever even spoke, but clearly, he’d been thinking about this, too. It was in his eyes and in the tremble of his fingers as his hand slid around my back and pulled my body firmly against his.

I thought I heard a growling sound emit from his chest right before he kissed me. Fully and with force, he kissed my lips, and I moaned in response. My hands flew up—one to his solid chest, and the other to the back of his neck. I felt him let go of the wall behind me and wrap his second arm around my body, his first hand still flat against my lower back skin.

Our lips pressed together for a full, agonizing second, and then folded over one another in a warm, sensual kiss. I grasped his shoulder, and he pulled me even harder against him. It felt desperate, from both of us. As if we’d both been imagining this for ages and were finally getting the taste we craved.

Huxley pulled his lips away and stared into my eyes for only a moment. All we could hear was our heavy breathing, then he delved back in, parting my lips with his tongue and eliciting another moan from my throat. We moved our tongues and our bodies together, my breasts pressed hard against his chest, and his undeniable bulge evident against my belly. His hands began to explore, one gripping my ass cheek while the other slid up my back and wrapped around my neck.

Oooh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!I wanted to climb him, like a tree. I wanted to climb this man-tree and sit on his dick-branch, so fucking badly. It truly surprised me just how much I wanted him, since it had never been like this before. Not with Steven and not even in my wildest fantasies. His hands continued to explore, and my body continued to press forward against him. When both of his hands were filled with my ass cheeks, and the loudest moan yet escaped my mouth, Huxley stopped.

Fuck, no!I didn’t want it to end, not now, and not ever! After everything I’d been going through this evening, this magical fantasy moment was my escape, and all of my desires wrapped up into one, heated kiss. But when the oxygen reached my brain again, I knew he was right.

“Shit,” he said, leaning his forehead against mine while we caught our breaths. “Olivia?”

“Yes, Huxley?” I said breathlessly, seriously enjoying saying his name over and over again, perhaps a little too much.

“That was…”

“Never supposed to happen?”

He sighed and looked into my eyes, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. “I was going to say fucking sensational.”

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