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He
kissed her, walking blindly toward her bed. She tasted herself on
him and moaned into his mouth.
    He followed her down onto the mattress and covered
her with his body. "Is this the same bed? Because if it is, next
time you can sneak into my room instead. At least my mattress
doesn't sag."
    "Shut up." She bit her way up the muscular column of
his neck. He smelled so good—familiar but different and exciting at
the same time.
    "You may not be concerned now, but in the morning
when your back is kinked up you'll realize I was right."
    "I'll give you kinky." She rolled over, toppling
both of them onto the floor.
    "Oof!" was all he said when she landed on top of
him.
    "Nice hard support for your back." She sat up and
stripped off her top. "You should be fine now."
    Underneath her, Michael went still. The amusement in
his eyes faded, leaving behind heat so intense she was afraid she'd
get burned.
    "I have too many clothes on," he pointed out.
    "I was noticing that myself." She unzipped his
leather jacket, grabbed each side of his button down shirt, and
pulled. Fabric ripping was punctuated by buttons pinging off the
hardwood floor.
    Olivia bent down and kissed her way across his
chest, earning her a sharp gasp. "Shh," she chided, not bothering
to look up. "We need to be quiet, remember?"
    Not that it mattered. Her room was on the other side
of the house from the others. No one would be any wiser. As long as
they didn't scream at the top of their lungs.
    Which, at this point, was a definite
possibility.
    "Quiet. Right." He hissed as she unsnapped his jeans
and slid her hands inside.
    She stopped when her fingers met bare hard flesh.
"No underwear?"
    He gave her a crooked grin. "Seemed excessive
tonight."
    "Good thinking." She pushed down his pants, staring
at the long length of him.
    Shimmying down, she took him all the way in her
mouth before she sucked the tip. By the way he groaned and clutched
her hair, she figured he liked it, so she did it again. And
again.
    "Olivia." He wrapped his hand in her hair and
tugged. She lifted her head. "Later I want you to do that to me
again, but for now I want inside you."
    "I want that too." She straddled him and maneuvered
him deep inside.
    He brought some of her hair forward so it draped
over her torso. He brushed her nipple with the hair. Sighing, she
dropped her head back and offered her breasts to him.
    He didn't hesitate. Sitting up, one hand gripping
her hip to control her grinding movements, he sucked her nipple
into his mouth. She cried out.
    He murmured against her skin. "We have to be quiet,
remember?"
    "Do we?"
    He grinned as he scraped his teeth against the taut
peak of her breast. "Yeah. Or I can stop."
    "Bastard." She squeezed herself around him.
    "Okay, maybe I won't stop," he said, panting.
    "I thought you might change your mind."
    He placed his hand on the small of her back to guide
her rhythm. He sucked right below her ear where her pulse beat
wildly. "Olivia, I can feel you gripping my cock so tight. You're
going to come, aren’t you? I can feel it."
    He covered her mouth a split second before she
shrieked. She plunged head first into a deep abyss of
pleasure—sinking, swimming, lost to everything except the feel of
him going harder and exploding inside her as his tongue mated with
her mouth.
    She melted against him and he flipped her around so
he was lying on top of her. Hooking her right leg in the crook of
his arm, he thrust into her. She wanted to tell him to stop—there
was no way she was going to come again. Another thrust and she
decided she could be ready soon. By the third she was an active
participant.
    He brushed her hair out of her face and cupped her
jaw. "Look at me. I want to watch you as you come."
    She laughed breathlessly. "Keep it up and you won't
have to wait long."
    He grinned. "I don't think that'll be a
problem."
    It wasn't.
     

Chapter Twenty-two
     
     
    By the next morning, Olivia decided she could
forgive Gran and Parker for their meddling if it meant another
couple weeks of head banging sex.
    She oozed through the door into Grounds for Thought,
she was so boneless from Michael's visitation the night before. She
grinned like a fool but didn't care. She sashayed to the counter.
"Hey girlfriend!"
    "Hey yourself. You have good timing." Eve pointed to
a tray of scones. "Fresh out of the oven."
    "I'm good with timing." As evidenced with Michael.
She'd never had sex that was so on before.
    Eve began making her drink. "You look like