Too Consumed by Skyla Madi Page A

the last.
    I put my han ds on my hips and sink to the floor before her. “Now I feel like a dick…”
    Olivia slides closer and slips her hands around my neck. Her green eyes flare at me from underneath her dark lashes and the corners of her lips jerk. “Well, it’s a good thing he’s into dicks, isn’t it?”
    I don’t want to laugh, but my lips pull wider anyway and my chest rumbles. I slip my hands underneath her, pulling her off the chair and onto my lap. She molds perfectly to me and my body is anything but immune to her covered breasts that press against my chest.
    “How long did it take you to come up with that one?” I ask, lowering my mouth to hers.
    “I’ve been waiting to say it since the moment Brad walked in and you looked like you wanted to kill him.”
    O’s tongue flicks out and brushes the cut on my bottom lip. She cringes, her eyes glossing over with sympathy. “Does it hurt?”
    “Not anymore.”
    My hands snake underneath her tight tank top and up the warm skin of her back as her own fingers brush the back of my neck before slipping into my hair. She rolls her hips forward, sliding further onto me and my breathing deepens. My whole body tightens and clenches as she urges her mouth on mine, pressing slightly on my cut as she dips her tongue inside, eliciting a moan from me.
    “Darryl gave me the green light …” I tell her, pulling back and resting my forehead against hers. “Tell me to stop or I’m going to take you right now.”
    Her eyelids drop minutely and she leans in close, her lips grazing my earlobe. “Whatever you do, ” she breathes, “don’t stop.”
    I tear my hands from her shirt and bury them in her hair, roughly tugging her backwards. She gasps and our eyes connect. My blood burns as her irises flare, sending my body buzzing before she crushes her mouth to mine. I drop an arm and wrap it around her waist, urging her onto her back. In one fluid movement, she hitches a thigh round my hip as I pin her body against the wooden floor and press myself right between her thighs. She groans and flexes her hips into mine. The movement is almost enough to have me coming in my pants. I pull her shirt up and tug her bra down so her voluptuous mounds flow over the useless cups. I suck a hard nipple into my mouth and she lifts her hips. I curl my fingers around the hem of her shorts and she sucks in a sharp breath. I can feel the heat radiating from her and I want to be in her—deep in her—until I lose sense of where I am, until I can’t think straight.
    Knock. Knock.
    “Are you fucking kidding me?” I groan with a mouth full of breast.
    I release her a nd she groans, disappointed. I look up at her face. Her eyes are closed, trying to compose herself. She swallows hard before opening her eyes blinking at me. How hard is it to have five goddamn seconds to myself?
    “What?” I call out, unable to mask my frustration.
    “When I said you can have sex, I didn’t mean now,” Darryl shouts, his voice vibrating through the wood and killing the heat between Olivia’s legs. “Get out here. You still have a full training session to get through, not to mention the five minute planks for being late.”
    With a defeated sigh, Olivia shifts underneath me and conceals her pink nipples behind her white bra.
    “I ’ll be out in a minute,” I call, pushing myself off of her.
    I pull on the hem of her shirt, covering her firm stomach . Now I finally have the green light, I want to spend every waking minute with her. Not only having sex, but reconnecting in other ways, and knowing I can reach out and touch her without having to worry if I work myself up would be nice. I’ve decided she isn’t staying with her mom tonight, no way. I want her with me, in my house and in my bed. All alone.
    FUCK!
    Jackson is moving in today…meaning the chance of isolation and freedom to make Olivia as loud as I want her to be is slim to none—Jesus—and I haven’t even told Olivia he’s moving in.
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