Page 37 of The Rhythm of their Souls

I watch Olive’s expression fall to her lap while she rubs her hands together.

Maybe bringing my parents into the conversation wasn’t the smartest idea. She never had the guidance and support that I had while growing up, and I can never fully understand what she has been through and what she missed out on.

All I can do is be there for her and remind her just how special she is to me and to others.

I quickly place my hand over the top of hers while taking my right hand and gently turning her head to face me. I admire her natural beauty momentarily before pulling her chin towards me and placing my lips against hers. Our tongues reunite, desperately swirling around one another. I never want this to end with her. She is my addiction.

I pull away, giving her lips another peck, still holding firmly to her chin. Her eyes stay locked on my parted lips. “Hey, look at me.” She slowly brings her eyes to mine. “Look at the life you’ve created for yourself, Olive. You did it all on your own. Few can say that.”

She lays her face on my hand, closing her eyes. “I didn’t have a choice.” Her voice cracks.

Gods, I want to hold her right here in this car and never let go. I recline my seat back and motion for her to climb over to me. “Come here,” I demand.

She looks at my lap, taking her heels off before climbing over. I watch as she straddles me, her red dress riding up to just below her ass. I place my hands on either side of her hip. It’s hard not to appreciate the view of her straddling me.

A view so pleasant that I couldn’t control what was going on in my jeans, and I’m positive she felt it beneath her. Remember, he’s far from shy.

Our breathing becomes staggered, and our eyes lock back to one another.

I reply, “You had a choice. You changed the path of your family’s bloodline. You are stronger than you think, and so many admire you—including me.”

She runs her hands above my chest, her fingers tracing along my neck. A smile graces her face. “ I appreciate you so much, Theo. You don’t understand how much I needed you in my chaotic life.”

I give her ass a light squeeze. “I needed you just as bad, if not more, my little criminal.”

She reaches around, grabs my hands, and pulls them to the front of her. She then places a single kiss on the palm of my left hand, never breaking eye contact. “Now show me the fingers that you pricked yesterday,” she commands.

I lift my index and middle finger, never saying a word. I observe as she runs her fingertips over the small red spots, giving each one a quick, sensual peck. Her lips are so soft against my skin. I run my fingers over her bottom lip, feeling her warm, staggered breath against them.

Her mouth opens, and she slides her tongue across my index. Before I can process what she’s physically doing to me, she sticks both fingers in her mouth, sucking them in an up-and-down motion.

Holy shit, this is hot. She keeps her half-lidded eyes on me as she runs her tongue around my fingers. I’m seconds from taking her right here in this car; this is torture.

A wicked smile plays along her face as she removes my fingers and then leans in, putting her mouth against my ear and whispering, “As badly as I want you right here, I’m dying for you to show me your bedroom.” A deep growl resonates from within my throat, echoing the primal instinct that has awakened in me.

We are two desperate flames, flickering with intensity, each filled with the potential to ignite an entire house, consuming everything in an inferno of passion and chaos.

Chapter 22

Leo greets us at the door when we walk in, his tail hitting everything in his path. He’s so happy to see Olive again. I watch him as he circles around her, searching for Lottie.

Olive gives him generous head pats before scoping out the living room. Her eyes trail around until they reach me. I can see the determination in her expression. No more waiting; this is it. I have dreamed about this for a long time, and we are here in the moment now.

I lead her to my bedroom, fully shutting the door behind us. Olive slowly walks over to the bed, running her fingers along the linens. She turns to face me as she sits on the end of the bed, patting beside her for me to join. I walk towards the bed, unbuttoning my shirt. Her eyes trail down my body, then back up, watching as I slowly remove each button.

She runs her teeth over her bottom lip. “I’ve admired how pleasant you look in your plain t-shirts but seeing you tonight in a black button-up really caused dirty thoughts to run through my mind.”

I click my tongue, unable to control the grin her comment gave me. “I’m thrilled to know that I’m not the only one having dirty thoughts.” I pause right in front of her. She leans back on the bed, propping up on her hands.

She scans my body until her eyes meet mine.

“My question for you, Olive, is, what about your dreams?”

She tilts her head up at me and replies, “What about them?”

I lean down, placing my hands on her thighs, sliding them up to where the bottom of her dress now sits right below her ass. “Do you ever dream about me?” I growl.

Her cheeks slightly redden against her tan complexion. She hesitates at first, then admits, “Yes, often.” I instantly feel my dick harden beneath my jeans. No more waiting.