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“What?” I asked.
She shook her head, unwilling to answer my question.
“What is it, Olive?” I asked.
I watched her lower lip tremble, and it made me cup her chin. I rose her gaze to mine, watching her beautiful, watery gaze connect with me. It punched me in the gut. Had I done something to upset her?
“Talk to me,” I said softly.
“It’s just…”
A tear made its way down her cheek, and I brushed it away with my thumb before it could taint any more of her beautiful skin.
“No one’s called me that since you,” she whispered.
Her lip quivered faster than ever, and it prompted me into action. I didn’t want to see her upset. I didn’t want to see her cry. Before I knew what I was doing, I dipped my lips to hers, tasting her sweetness against my own lips for the first time in years. I felt her lip immediately stop trembling. I sucked on it a bit, massaging it in order to relax it. Her hands slid up my torso and gripped my suit jacket as I moved my hand, cupping her cheek instead of her chin.
She tasted just as I remembered from all those years ago.
Yet another thing about her that hadn’t changed.
7
Olivia
I couldn’t help myself. The second his teeth slid across my lower lip, I felt my knees weaken. My hands slid up his torso, feeling the blooming muscles underneath his clothing. Olive. Only he had ever called me that, in that smooth baritone voice of his that rattled me to my core. I’d missed being called that. I missed being “his Olive.” At least, I missed hearing the name. I corrected people every time they tried to shorten my name like that. It came with so many memories I didn’t want to relive. But as I quickly undid every button of Brett’s shirt, I found myself wanting to relive those memories.
Every single dirty and disgusting one.
In a flash, his hands were on me. I felt his hands fall to my jeans, quickly undoing the button of them. He shoved me into my apartment, ripping my clothes off as I slid his jacket from his shoulders. He pulled my shirt over my head. I slid his off his body. He pushed my jeans down over my hips. I ripped his belt from its loops. I fisted his undershirt and dragged him over to the couch. The two of us tumbled over the back, him landing on top of me. Our lips connected once more, our tongues dancing and doing battle as we stripped each other.
I felt his rippling muscles underneath my fingertips, and it made me weak for him.
His teeth raked down my pulse point. His hands cupped my tits, massaging them to painful peaks. He tweaked them and tugged at them, taking control of my body as I curled my fingertips into his back. I felt his pebbled muscles moving as he scaled down my body. He planted his face into my breasts, kissing them and licking my skin. I felt him shift us on the couch before his hands gripped my ass, and suddenly I was hoisted into the air.
“Brett!”
I giggled as he walked into the wall. He pressed me against it, his hands exploring my curves, massaging my hips, grinding against my thighs and my wet, naked pussy. My body was on fire for him. His lips seemed to touch me everywhere. I fisted his hair and clung to him as he finally stumbled into my darkened bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him.
The two of us fell to my bed, tangled up in each other.
He stood and I heard him panting. I heard something fall to the floor before his hands gripped my ankles. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, commanding my body and controlling my movements. I squealed as he pulled me across my bedsheets. I felt his face nuzzle into my thighs as he spread my knees open. His hands hooked in the crook of my legs, bending my knees all the way up to my chest. Opening me. Spreading me. Putting my pussy on display as my hands curled into the cool sheets of my bed.
“Good thing I’m hungry.” He growled.
He slipped his tongue into my soaking wet entrance, and my back arched. He flattened out his tongue and slowly slid up my slit, making his way to my clit. He flicked the tip of his tongue over it, chuckling as my body jumped against his hands. He held me there, pinning me to the bed as he traced his tongue along the outer ridges of my clit.
“Oh, Brett.”
He grunted. “Oh, how I’ve missed my name falling from your lips.”
His licks were slow. Steady. Teasing and driving me fucking wild. My hands found his hair, and I gripped his locks, pulling him closer into my pussy. But no matter what I did, he didn’t speed up. Every time I bucked into him, he pulled away. I felt him grinding against the bed, forgetting what he wanted so he could give me pleasure. The mere thought of it heated my body, flushed me from head to toe as he slid his tongue against my swollen walls.
