Break Away (25 page)

After three agonizingly long days, she finally had the night off from work. I was taking her out for a nice dinner in Charleston. I’d even dressed up for the occasion, something I almost never did. I felt awkward and uncomfortable wearing a navy blue dress shirt and gray slacks with a matching tie that I’d let Amy pick out for me. I was starting to regret my decision to do a fancy dinner, until Olivia opened her door and literally took my breath away.

She was in a gorgeous dress with her hair falling loose over her shoulders and sexy heels that made her legs look like they were ten miles long. Every inch of her was fucking flawless. I stood there with my heart in my throat as my eyes wandered over her, speechless, frozen in place and suddenly nervous.

When I didn’t say anything, she eyed me with concern. “Dex? Are you all right?”

“You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She smiled shyly. “You’re looking pretty darn good yourself, Mr. Porter. Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll have to wait and see, Ms. Mason.” I led her to my truck and helped her climb inside. Her sweet, tantalizing smell filled the cab, and I wasn’t sure I could make it all the way to the restaurant without pulling over to get a taste of her.

As we walked down the cobblestone street to the restaurant, I reached for her hand and wove her fingers with mine, unable to go any longer without touching her. She looked at me with her gorgeous smile, and my chest tightened. I couldn’t believe that she was here with me… that I was lucky enough to be with her.

The restaurant I took her to was on the rooftop of a hotel overlooking downtown Charleston and the harbor. The setting sky glowed with the city lights—specks of blazing fire dancing across the twilight. Olivia’s eyes brightened when she took in the view, with a look of pure enchantment that thawed my heart and made everything worthwhile.

It was a warm summer night, but with the breeze from the rooftop, the temperature was perfect. There were only a few other tables besides ours, so our meal was quiet and peaceful with the twinkling lights and the city below serving as an ideal backdrop. The conversation came naturally between us, as it normally did, and we stuck around for drinks once we finished dinner. The longer we sat there, the more difficult it became not to touch her. We kept inching closer to each other, unable to fight the pull between us, until we were nearly touching. She leaned back, crossing her legs and causing her dress to ride up even further, exposing the soft skin of her thigh that I was aching to run my hand over. The way she licked her lips when she looked at me, like she wanted a taste, drove me crazy and made me want to devour her mouth and suck on those perfect lips. I could hardly stand it.

“You’re making it really hard to keep my hands to myself,” I told her softly, sloping my body toward hers.

Resting her hand on my thigh, she smiled. “What makes you think you have to keep your hands to yourself?”

Her touch fired electricity through my veins, and I sighed. “Because, this is technically our first date, and I promised myself I would do it right, which means taking it slow.”

“What if I don’t want to take it slow?” she said, a pout forming on her lips. “What if I want you?”

Christ, she was going to make this difficult. “I want to give you everything that you deserve,” I told her. “And you deserve charm and magic… and perfection. I want you to know how much you mean to me.” I brushed her hair to the side and gently touched my lips to the spot below her ear. “Even if it means resisting the urge to rip your panties off and sink inside you right here.” She sucked in a breath, and I loved how much I affected her. When I pulled back, she had a determined smile on her face.

“We’ll see,” she said cunningly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to use the ladies room.”

I used her time away to try and get myself under control. The fact that she wanted me as badly as I wanted her was such a fucking turn-on, I could hardly stand it. When she came back to the table, there was a mischievous look in her eye that made me wonder what she was up to. As she sat down, I noticed that there was something hidden in her closed fist.

“Would you mind holding onto these for me?” She held her hand out and pressed something into my palm. “They were getting awfully damp, so I decided to take them off.”

I looked down, groaning loudly when I saw what she handed me. Her panties. She took off her fucking panties and handed them to me. Tiny, sexy, black lace panties that most certainly didn’t cover much before, but now covered nothing. My cock was instantly hard and straining against the front of my slacks.

“You play dirty, Ms. Mason…” I said through gritted teeth. All I could think about was her bare, wet pussy underneath that dress, and it was driving me crazy. She smiled playfully, like she knew exactly what she was doing to me, and began seductively tracing her lips with her finger.

Damn, she was frisky. It was sexy as hell, and if she wanted to play… we would play.

I deliberately let my napkin slide off the table to the floor. Leaning down to pick it up, I placed my palm on her ankle and slowly ran my hand all the way up her leg, settling it on her thigh beneath her dress, obscured by the tablecloth. Her breath began coming in faster and her legs parted slightly. With my eyes locked on hers, I pushed my hand between her legs, running my finger over her wet heat before slipping it inside her, causing a breathless moan to escape her lips.

Drawing my hand back, I sucked my finger into my mouth while she watched with rapt attention. “Delicious…”

Her cheeks flushed pink, and she sat there wordlessly for a moment, making me think our little game was over. Then, she scooted closer to me and shoved her hand beneath the tablecloth, landing on my lap and positioning it over my massive erection. She began stoking me through my pants, and I gripped the edge of the table until my knuckles were white.

“You’re killin’ me, Liv…” I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, pleasure flooding through me. She began rubbing me harder and when my eyes snapped open there was desire written all over her face. Touching me was turning her on, and the fact that she needed me so badly was the last straw.

“Fuck it, let’s go.” I threw more than enough cash down to cover our meal as well as a generous tip, grabbed Olivia’s hand and hauled her out of the restaurant.

We couldn’t get back to my house fast enough. As soon as we made it through the front door, I had her up against the wall, locking her hands above her head and pressing my body against hers.

I’d never experienced this kind of need before. Obviously, I loved sex, but this kind of visceral, desperate, uncontrollable need was something I only felt with Olivia. I wanted to possess her—mind, body and soul—and I wanted her to possess me the same way. I craved her with an intensity that went beyond anything else and made me feel out of control.

“Feel that, baby?” I pushed my hips into her so she could feel just how badly I wanted her. “You make me so hard… I’m so fucking hard for you.”

She moaned, and I ran one of my hands down her body, pulling her tightly against me. “I was kidding myself thinking I could control myself tonight,” I murmured. “It’d be one thing if I hadn’t been with you yet and I didn’t know what I was missing. But now that I know what you taste like…” I brought my lips to her neck, sweeping my tongue across her skin, “… what you feel like…” I dropped my hand between her legs, dragging it over her slick pussy, “… what you sound like…” I sank two fingers inside her, causing her to moan loudly. “There’s no way I can resist plunging myself deep inside you tonight.”

She rocked her hips into my fingers, breathing heavily.

“Do you want this as much as I do?” I asked, looking down at her.

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded.

“I want to hear you say it.” I unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down as I thrust my fingers inside her.

“I want it, Dex,” she replied with breathless anticipation. “I want you.”

My lips crashed against hers. She grabbed my tie, pulling me closer and kissing me with the same urgency I felt. I reached for a condom from my wallet and rolled it on while she devoured my neck, making it difficult to concentrate.

As soon as I was covered, I hiked up her dress and grabbed her thighs, driving into her hard and fast against the wall. She cried out, wrapping one leg around my waist and gripping my shoulders forcefully, letting her head fall back against the wall. I was so far beyond taking my time, I couldn’t have slowed down even if I wanted to. Fortunately, Olivia seemed to want it that way.

“Oh God… Harder… please, Dex… Harder.”

I shifted my hips, pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting back in, over and over again until she tightened around me and screamed my name. I followed her immediately, growling my release as I exploded inside her.

Our chests heaved together as we caught our breath. I rested my forehead on hers and loosened my grip, continuing to hold her.

“Holy shit,” she breathed.

“Yeah… but I’m not nearly done with you yet, baby.”

***

Dex carried me into his bedroom and laid me on the bed before standing up to throw away the condom and grab another one. I watched him get undressed, enjoying the sight of him slowly and shamelessly getting naked in front of me. There was no way I would ever tire of seeing his powerful body and defined muscles, marked with the prominent black ink of his tattoos. Now that I knew what he could do with that body, how much pleasure he brought me, it only made him sexier.

He crawled over to me, and I sat up on my knees, letting him pull my dress over my head and remove my bra. Immediately, he took my breast in his mouth, and I grabbed his neck, holding him against me as he sucked my nipple, sending currents of pleasure shooting through my body. He made me come less than five minutes ago, and yet somehow, I already wanted more.

Dex lay down on his back and looked up at me expectantly. “I had you the way I wanted you, now it’s your turn.” His eyes twinkled, “How do you want me, Liv?”

My eyes traveled up and down his body, unable to decide where to start. He was already hard again, his arousal standing proudly, and I was tempted to run my tongue over it and taste his silky smooth skin. Instead, I climbed over him, letting my breasts graze his chest as I kissed all the way down his neck to his stomach, running my tongue over the ridges of his abs in the way I’d been wanting to ever since I saw him that day on the beach.

“Olivia.” His voice was rough and unsteady. “I know I told you to take control, but if I don’t get inside you soon I might lose it.”

I smiled against his skin and sat up, reaching for the condom behind me. “Patience, Mr. Porter…” With eager fingers, I slid it over his hot, thick length and positioned him at my entrance. I braced my hands on his chest as I sank down on him, moaning noisily as he filled me.

I rocked my hips against him, slowly at first, enjoying the way he felt so deep inside me. As I began moving faster, I grabbed his hand and placed it over my breast, desperate for more contact.

“I want your hands on me. I love the way you touch me,” I said.

He kneaded me with his large palm, teasing and caressing my sensitive nipple as I arched into his touch and let my head fall back.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he said gruffly. “I love watching you come apart. I’ll never get enough, Liv. Never. I fucking love being inside you.”

His words spurred me on, and I moved faster as he gripped my hips, driving himself deeper. It felt so unbelievably good and I let myself go, grinding my hips against his and riding him hard until I sent us both spiraling over the edge.