“I love you, too,” she declared, her voice strong and sure despite the swell of emotion, “but get off that knee or people are going to get the wrong idea! You’ve got one more chance, Cole Bennett. Make it count.”
He leapt to his feet, sweeping Olivia up in his arms and spinning her around as she crushed her mouth to his. Their lips melded together as if they’d never been apart, reaffirming her decision to give their love a shot. They’d make it work this time. She knew it from her racing heart to her throbbing pelvis, right down to the tips of her curled toes. If she was going to open her heart and take a chance on love—the messy, screwed up, beautiful kind—it had to be with Cole. She couldn’t imagine a future that didn’t include his arms wrapped around her. His tongue slipped between her lips, charging her body like a live wire. She hardly noticed when the audience burst into raucous applause. She was too busy making up for lost time.
“I think they approve,” he laughed breathlessly when the kiss finally ended. “Want to get out of here?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she replied, a hot flush creeping up the back of her neck as she thought about the hundreds of eyes watching them play tonsil hockey. She turned to Chloe.
“Get out of here already,” she said, waving a hand nonchalantly. “I’ll get a cab.”
“Thanks, Chloe. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” Cole flashed her one of his smiles and dropped his lips to Olivia’s ear. “I’ve got a car outside.”
“You know,” she whispered, snaking her arm around his waist. “I’ve always wanted to do it in a limo.”
…
When the driver closed the door, giving them total privacy, Cole pulled Olivia onto his lap. Now that he finally had her back in his arms, he wasn’t about to let her go. She straddled him, looking flushed and incredibly sexy, as she ground her hips against him. The friction of the act brought his cock to full attention as it sought release deep within the wet heat of the woman he loved.
“Please tell me it’s laundry day.” He slipped a hand under her flowing skirt. Damn. His fingers skimmed over a pair of barely-there lacy string bikinis. “How attached are you to these?” he asked, tugging on the restrictive undergarments.
“I work for a lingerie company now, remember?” she replied with a grin. “They’re easily replaced.”
“Glad to hear it, because they’ve got to go if I’m going to make that fantasy of yours come true.”
“And what fantasy is that?”
“The one where I make you come in less than twelve blocks.” He reached under her skirt and ripped the thin fabric with one firm tug. His thumb found its way to her center, gently massaging her clit as she pumped her hips against him, head thrown back, hair cascading over her shoulder in golden waves. Damn she was beautiful. And wet. He would never get tired of this, seeing her let go and give herself over to him, to the bond they shared.
“Aren’t you a little overdressed for a fashion show?” Olivia panted.
“I figured if I was going to crash and burn, I might as well look good doing it,” he explained, placing a kiss on her exposed collarbone and working his way up her neckline. Her skin was hot to the touch. She was burning up. They were burning up. All was right in the world.
“I’d say you succeeded,” she teased, unbuttoning his pants with swift fingers. She released his cock and stroked it, sending shockwaves through his body. “Baby, I need you inside me now.”
He groaned in ecstasy as she lowered herself onto his shaft in one quick motion, her body clenching him tightly and claiming him as her own. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I see that,” she purred, rocking her hips slowly and taking him deep. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was testing his endurance. Fortunately, it was a short ride back to his apartment and he meant to make good on his promise. They’d both come before this ride was over. They had the rest of their lives to take it slow.
“Don’t think this means you’re off the hook, Cole Bennett.” Olivia quickened the pace, her thrusts becoming more insistent. “You still have a lot of making up to do.”
“Sweetheart, I’m just getting started,” he promised, gripping her hips and lifting his pelvis to her, matching her feverish pace as she pushed them toward climax.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” She lowered her mouth to his, placing a gentle kiss on his lips before pulling back. She was definitely teasing him now, challenging him. And he knew just how to respond. When she leaned in for another kiss, her nose brushing his, Cole twisted his fingers in her hair, tilting her head to the side and taking control. As expected, his aggression fueled her passion, her kisses becoming deeper and more desperate as her tongue sought refuge in his mouth, mating with his own.