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“Stroke your clit, Liv. Fucking get yourself there. I’m close. Want you to come when I shoot down your throat.”
She whimpered and did as he asked, pressing her thumb to her clit while she curled her fingers. The bite of pleasure-pain from her scalp joined the sensations stealing her ability to process anything but the physical.
“Fuck, so damn sexy. Such a hungry mouth.”
Her toes tingled, and as she circled her clit, the white-hot pleasure exploded inside her. She cried out around Scott’s dick as the orgasm blurred her vision, and she swore the pleasure reached her soul. Shaking and dizzy, she worked herself through it.
Scott shouted, “Fuck yes,” then grabbed her face with both hands. He held her still, shoved deep, and came with a powerful cry. Olivia swallowed reflexively, trying to keep up.
“Take it all,” he growled down at her. “Fuck.”
Damn, watching him find his release nearly made her come again on the spot. His muscles flexed, and his eyes grew near black. Those tattoos danced and tempted her to stand and run her hands over his skin. But he wouldn’t want that, it’d be too tender, too sweet, too emotional.
This had been nothing more than a reprieve from the screwed-up night.
The reality of what they’d done crashed around her as he slipped from between her lips. The water had cooled, no longer fogging up the shower. Gone was the intimate little world they’d created.
What the hell had she done?
That had been the most primal sexual experience of her life, and it happened with a man who despised her. She let her guard down and exposed her vulnerable underbelly in a way she hadn’t even with her fiancé. And he turned out to be a monster. Would Scott spew cruel words that would humiliate her and turn something she didn’t fully understand but had loved into regret and embarrassment? Would he send her away?
As he came down from the high, his eyes blinked open, and he pierced her with his laser gaze.
She waited, wet, chilly, and somewhere between sleepy-sated and terrified. Without so much as a flicker of a smile, he reached under her arms and hauled her up to stand, pulling her flush against him. She rested her chin on his chest, staring up at him. Heat from his muscular body soaked into her, chasing away the cold.
“You won’t do what I expect,” he said in a thick voice as he stared at her lips.
They tingled under his appraisal. What would she do if he kissed her right then? Not that he would. This wasn’t romantic. Wait, he’d just said something. “What?”
“I keep pushing you away, and you keep destroying all my barriers no matter how much I bark and growl.” He pushed her damn hair out of her face. “I don’t understand you.”
“I—” Words failed her. How did she explain the connection she felt with him?
“Thank you,” he whispered, and her eyes nearly fell out of her head. He chuckled. “Come on. You’re shivering, and it’s late.”
As he guided her out of the shower, grabbed a towel, then rubbed her dry, she stood there gawking like she’d lost her tongue. Even though they weren’t talking, this was the most relaxed and open she’d ever seen him. Even when he interacted with his brothers, he always appeared on edge.
He pressed his lips to her forehead in a gentle kiss so in contrast with the rough sex in the shower, and his heart went soft and gooey.
Pride swelled inside her. She’d done it. She’d given him what he needed to feel good.
But now she’d opened a door she wasn’t sure would close again. Panic began to bubble up. What did this mean for them now? Would they go back to the cold animosity? She couldn’t imagine it. Would he demand further answers as to why she was there? What would happen if she told him?
She’d been ready to leave Florida just a few hours ago. Now she wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with Scott and beg him to hold her all night long. Instead, she grabbed her clothes and hightailed it across the hall to her apartment like the coward she was.
She stared into the darkness until her eyes grew too heavy to remain open and her brain finally began the slide into sleep.
And then her phone chimed.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SCOTT STARED AT the ceiling long into the night.
Olivia had blown his mind. Literally. He worried his brain had melted and blasted out his cock with the strongest orgasm he’d enjoyed in years, if ever. Christ, his bones had nearly liquified, and for a moment, he’d wondered if he’d slip right down the drain with the water as the shower cooled.
And to watch her get off on getting him off? Something he’d never bothered to give much thought to, but Liv was fucking captivating in her pleasure.
