Plus One by Brighton Walsh Page A

one finger then another into her wet heat. The added stimulation did exactly what he wanted, and with a soft cry of his name, Olivia contracted around him as she came against his mouth and fingers. While she was awash in the bliss of her orgasm, he softly licked at her pussy, his fingers pumping slowly, until she relaxed against the bed. When the last wave of pleasure had run through her, he gave one last kiss directly on her clit, then stood.
    She lay there, spent and sated, a look of pure rapture on her face. As Ian reached down to the buckle of his belt, he couldn’t believe he was there, in that hotel room with Olivia, staring at her naked body. That he’d just had his mouth all over her pussy. That he was seconds from burying himself inside her.
    Not able to hold his tongue in any longer, he admitted, “I’ve wanted you for so long, Liv.” The truth of the statement struck a chord of anxiety in him, afraid he’d said too much. From the look on her face, though, it was clear she thought he’d only meant the short while they’d been going to the weddings, not the years he’d spent loving her in silence.
    She smiled, slow and seductive, and crooked her finger at him. “Better come get me, then.”
    He didn’t need another invitation. He let his anxiety fall away, and, as quickly as he could, he rid himself of his shoes and the rest of his clothes until he stood before her naked. His cock was stiff and begging for attention, protruding from his body as if it knew exactly where she was. She looked at him, her eyes roving over every inch of his body, and he’d never been more thankful for his diligence in getting out of bed in the mornings and pounding the pavement in a grueling run. He liked knowing that she found him attractive, that she enjoyed looking at the body he worked hard for.
    When her gaze landed on his cock, her mouth parted, and he saw the desire in her eyes. He’d waited a long time to see that look on her face directed at him, and he was going to soak up every ounce of it. Quickly, he reached for his pants, pulled a condom from his wallet and sheathed himself with it. Moving toward the bed, he met her stare, showing her just how much he wanted to be inside her.
    Bending slightly at the knees, he gripped the base of his cock and ran the thick head along her slit, collecting the wetness there. Olivia moaned, her head pressing back into the bed as she blindly reached for him. Hooking her legs over his forearms, he bent over her, clasping their hands together as he shifted his hips. The length of him played in her folds, and she let out a startled gasp when he placed himself at her entrance.
    “Look at me, baby,” he said, his voice rough.
    She complied, meeting his unwavering gaze as he pushed slowly into her, enjoying the moment as every inch of him was swallowed by her sex.
    “God, Ian.” Her hands tightened against his, squeezing his fingers as he started a slow rhythm.
    The sound of his name against her lips in such pleasure sent a wave of possessiveness through him. Though he’d never thought this day would actually come, that he would be deep inside her, he’d hoped . And he’d always known that if it ever happened, there was no way he could ever come back from it.
    As he pushed them both toward their climaxes, hers finally breaking, her pussy pulsing around his cock, he knew he’d been right.

Chapter Twelve
    Olivia slowly woke, a warm body pressed against her back and a delicious ache between her legs. Brief flashes of the night before came unbidden to her. The evening she’d shared with Ian had been even better than her most erotic dreams, and she’d had a lot of those.
    She’d thought it would have been awkward, especially the aftermath, but it hadn’t been. It had felt easy. Natural, even. After cleaning up, they’d simply fallen into the bed, automatically gravitating toward the middle of the large king mattress and one another. And that had been how they’d slept the entire