Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Her breath sobbed out. “I might die if I don’t.”
“Good.” He stopped moving, his fingers still inside her, his breath heavy against her neck. “That’s about how I feel right now.”
She tried to focus, but he withdrew, sliding his fingers over her clit in a torturously slow movement. “Wait—”
“I’m not a toy you can just pick up when it suits you.” He kissed the back of her neck again. “I’m sorry about the last week. It was a fucked-up situation, and you’re entitled to be pissed. But you can’t tell me to get lost and then practically jump me the second we’re alone. It doesn’t work like that.”
He was seriously stopping this. She wasn’t sure if she should throw something or cry. Olivia tried to keep her chin up as she turned around, her body sparking from the lack of distance between them and the denied pleasure that was so acute it actually hurt. “You’re a bastard.”
“Probably. But I’m the only one willing to say what you won’t.” He was still too close, his breath coming as fast as hers, his cock making a tent of the front of his pants.
“You want me. I don’t…I don’t understand.” Any other guy would have taken what she offered, no questions asked. He had taken what she offered once before. Now here he was, riling her up and then backing down unless she agreed to go out with him. “This is blackmail.”
“No, sweetheart. This is respect. I want more than sex, and I don’t know how to prove that to you other than saying no.”
What am I supposed to say to that? Thanks? Fuck off? Please don’t walk away when I want you so desperately, I’m about to break my own damn rule and start begging? She crossed her arms over her chest, but the motion did nothing to combat the feeling of vulnerability creeping over her. What if this was it and she never saw him again? Fear that that was the truth forced words past her lips. “Cillian, please…” Her voice broke in the middle of the word, and she had to try again. “Please don’t leave like this. I…I’m sorry.”
He took half a step back, and then a look came over his face, something both fierce and apologetic at the same time. “Fuck.”
And then he had her against the wall again, his mouth on hers, his hand burrowing into the front of her shorts. Two strokes of his clever fingers and she was at the edge again. He pulled back enough to say, “A date, Olivia. Your next day off. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”
She looked up into his dark eyes. “If I say no, are you going to walk away again?”
“No.” He pressed his palm against her clit, applying almost enough pressure to send her over the edge, and pushed a third finger into her. “But I want this, sweetheart. I want the conversations and the time, and then I want you naked in my bed so I can taste every inch of you before I fuck you.” He pulsed his fingers, little strokes that set her blood aflame. “I won’t leave you hanging tonight, but this is a onetime thing. It won’t happen again.”
“Are you sure?” She cupped the front of his pants. “You feel as out of control as I do.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” He kissed her again, taking away her ability to argue, and then picked up his pace, ruthlessly pushing her to the edge and over, swallowing her moans as she came around his hand. And still he kept finger fucking her, drawing out her pleasure until her knees buckled and he was the only thing keeping her off the ground.
Then and only then did Cillian remove his hand and gentle his kiss. He took a step back, and then another, and pulled a card from his back pocket. “Call me. We both know you won’t regret it.” He pressed it into her hand, and then he was gone, striding off into the darkness and leaving her staring after him.
She licked her lips. “I’m pretty sure I already regret it.”
Chapter Ten
Cillian cursed himself for being an idiot and walking away from Olivia. But staying wasn’t an option. He could still taste her on his lips and feel her coming apart because of him. It was all too tempting to turn around and finish what he’d started. He pulled on the edge of his collar, the move doing nothing to help him cool down. He couldn’t even blame it on the warmth outside. It was all Olivia. She’d practically begged him for more.
That was the issue. More was exactly what he wanted.
He’d had no problem being a booty call in the past, but the thought of being only that for her left him feeling…dirty. And not in a good way. He couldn’t blame her for being pissed that he’d pulled a disappearing act. He would be, too, in her situation.