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He dragged his lips along the curve of her throat. “I cannot stop tasting you.” He sounded half strangled.
He excited her and made her nervous in the same breath. Tobias took another step forward, crowding her back against the linen shelves. He lowered his head to recapture her mouth. It was incredibly wonderful. In between hot kisses, he whispered sensual promises and praise, and kept up his tender assault on her senses. There was a tug on her dress and then her breasts filled his palms. Her nipples puckered painfully as pleasure sharp and sweet stirred in her blood. One of his hands left her aching breast, and she trembled as he slid his palm up to her knee, past her garter, up to where she was aching and damp.
Shock echoed along her body and she went completely rigid on him.
“You are so damn sweet and perfect. How I’ve craved you, Olivia, day and night. Open for me.” His soothing, sensual tone was irresistible.
Her legs parted under his mastery and his decadent touch became even more wicked. Her body was filled with sudden exquisite tension and she desperately wanted a firmer touch. “Tobias,” she moaned, shivering. “I need…”
“What do you need?”
“I do not know…but I crave.”
The heavy length of his arousal pressed against her stomach, shocking and rousing her senses. He touched her with exquisite gentleness as the tip of his fingers parted her womanly flesh. She jerked in shock as arousal jolted through her body. Then his wicked, sinful fingers stroked inside.
It was indecent, the way he was holding her, touching her, kissing her…and Livvie never wanted him to stop.
…
Olivia’s passion perfumed the air as slick, wet heat greeted his fingers.
She was beguiling, infuriating, and he couldn’t help kissing her, tasting her, inhaling her moans and desire that flowed over his fingers. Tobias had told himself his curiosity would be appeased with a kiss. He’d been sure he knew what she would taste like, and it would be ordinary and normal. How wrong he had been. The scent of her had already soaked into his lungs, deep where he knew he’d never eradicate her. What a fool he was.
She is…incredible.
He could feel the wild tempo of her heartbeat underneath his thumb pressed into the curve of her throat. Tobias’s discipline deserted him and he felt powerless against the attraction he felt for Olivia
. He badly wanted to ruck her dress up to her waist, open his fly, and thrust his cock into what he knew would be the tightest clasp. Without releasing her lips, he withdrew his finger and glided it over the folds of her sex until he found the knot of her pleasure and pressed. She gave a tiny moan, of protest or pleasure, he wasn’t sure which. But when he made to pull away, her hands tightened on his nape and her lips clung even more sweetly to his.
Thank Christ.
For he did not have the willpower to let her go. He lifted her and placed her on a small table. She widened her legs without his encouragement and more of his control slipped from him. A distant warning bell rang somewhere in his fevered brain, but he was too far gone to pay it any heed. He worked her clitoris until she trembled in his arms, then he slid two fingers down and thrust them deep.
She whimpered and he froze, then he groaned when she shivered. Olivia wrenched her lips from his, panting. “Tobias…”
“Yes?”
Then silence. The dark pressed in on them, cocooning them in intimacy and secrecy to just be. It shocked Tobias to acknowledge how alive she made him feel in this moment. His cock ached…painfully, a state he had never felt in all his years of life on earth. A whisper of a kiss feathered over his jaw and he closed his eyes against the sensations.
“I’ve always loved your scent.”
And I yours.
Before he could assess the startling thought, her lips settled once again on his, but without the earlier shyness. Now she kissed him like the hoyden he knew, bold, reckless, and with wet carnality.
And he responded.
He pushed her gown up to her waist and stepped between her legs. Arousal rode him hard, and with each whimper and sigh she released, he lost a bit more of himself. He dragged his mouth from her, and kissed along her neck. She arched, giving him delightful access. “We should stop,” he growled.
“Yes,” she said, sounding dazed, needy, and hungry. “In a bit…kiss me again.”
She gripped a fistful of his hair and dragged his lips back to hers. They feasted on each other in the dark, the need rioting in his blood, strong enough where he could release without even entering her. With fumbling movements he released the fly of his breeches, hooked her legs on his waist, and notched the head of his cock at her scalding entrance without releasing her lips. He slid his hand around to her buttocks, lifted her slightly so he could have a firmer purchase, and flexed his hips, driving deep inside her.
She jolted, a pained whimper escaping her lips, before she bit into his bottom lip.
She was so wonderfully tight; sweat beaded on his brows. “Shhh,” he soothed. “You are wet enough to take me.” And God, she was wet. She soaked his cock and in the same breath, resisted his invasion.
“Tobias?” Her voice was husky with arousal and uncertainty.
