Chapter Seventeen
Olivia gulped as she stared up at Sammy’s hard, handsome face. Tension poured off him like heat from a stove, and his eyes locked onto hers, making it hard to breathe. The world had narrowed until it was just the two of them and the wild, erratic beats of her aching heart.
Prove it.How?
If she could split her chest open and reveal all the broken pieces of herself, she would, but since she couldn’t, she settled for the only option left.
Olivia grabbed Sammy’s face and kissed him.
It wasn’t the same passionate, lust-fueled embrace as their last two kisses. Yes, the desire was there, but so was everything else she’d ever felt for him—love, longing, regret, joy, anger, sadness, shame, and a million other shades of emotion.
It was funny. She tried so hard to be perfect, but her relationship with Sammy—the messiest, most imperfect thing in her life—was the one that made her feel most alive.
Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck and swept her tongue across his bottom lip, seeking entry.
He remained stiff and unyielding until she tugged his hair and gently bit his lip in reprimand for making her wait. A shudder rolled through his body, and he finally yielded, his mouth branding hers with a possessive urgency that left her reeling.
Just like that, the dynamics shifted. Olivia was no longer the one in control; Sammy was. Claiming her, marking her, making her burn with every glide of his tongue and sweep of his palms up her body.
A blast of cold air hit her when he yanked her towel off and tossed it on the ground. It lasted for all of two seconds before he covered her body with his, his heat searing her from the inside out. His towel was gone too, and she could feel every hard, throbbing inch of him between her thighs.
Olivia whimpered with need.
“Is this what you want?” Sammy’s voice was low and guttural as he pinched her nipple through her bikini top. Her core clenched at the brief but scorching sensation, and she almost sobbed when he did the same to her other breast. He’d barely touched her, and she was already soaking.
“Yes.” She hardly recognized the breathless moan that left her mouth, but she was beyond caring about how wanton she sounded.
“Say it,” he ordered, and fuck if that didn’t turn her on more. Olivia loved control outside the bedroom, but she had a real weakness for dominant malesinsidethe bedroom. It was the one place where she could let someone else take the driver’s seat. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you.”
She whimpered when he pulled back, mourning the loss of his touch.
“You can do better than that.” Sammy tsked, looking disappointed. “Be more specific.”
“I want you to—” She flushed, her chest hot with embarrassment. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Where?”
“Anywhere.” The answer slipped out of its own accord.
A wicked gleam entered Sammy’s eyes. “You shouldn’t have said that.”
Olivia didn’t have time to react before Sammy picked her up and put her on all fours on the bed. A second later, her bikini was gone, and she was bared to him—body, heart, and soul.
He dragged a finger through her slippery folds, hissing when he felt how wet she was. “Fuck, you’re dripping.”
Olivia whimpered again and wiggled her hips, urging him to hurry up already. She needed his mouth, his fingers, his cock—anything. She was dying here, so turned on the only thing she could focus on was the orgasm teasing her from a distance.
Sammy chuckled. “Oh, no. It’s not going to be that easy. I’m still mad at you for kissing Edison, and we’ll have to address that before we give you what you want, won’t we?”
Her pulse thrummed in her ears. She knew what was coming, and equal parts excitement and fear coiled in her stomach.
“Do you trust me?” He dipped a finger inside her, causing her to moan.
“Yes.” Olivia tried to thrust back and finger fuck herself to relieve some of the ache in her core, but Sammy removed his hand before she could get a rhythm going.
A disappointed whine escaped her throat.