Given how their afternoon had unfolded, the heat that
ricocheted between them throughout the evening really
shouldn't have been a shock. Olivia had felt Ian's want
since she'd emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a sleek,
fitted, black dress. Through the wedding ceremony, tucked
into his side as his arm rested innocently against the pew
behind her, she thought she'd burst at the feel of his
finger tracing her bare shoulder. It had been a mindless
touch, something she hadn't even been sure he'd been aware
of, and yet it had set her entire body aflame.
And now. Now, she was pressed against him as they
danced, his hand touching her bare skin thanks to the low,
open back of her dress. He held her close, closer than he
ever had before, and even though she was two martinis into
the night, she still found herself tongue–tied.
His fingers slowly slid up her back, following the line
of her spine, and though she tried to hold it in, a shudder
ran over her body. Her nipples hardened, and a tingle grew
low in her belly. All from a single caress against her bare
back. Jesus, if an innocent touch like that had her wet and
ready to go, what would happen if he stroked her not so
innocently?
She looked up into his eyes to find him staring directly
at her. His eyes bounced over her face, no doubt taking in
her heated cheeks, eyes heavy with desire, and parted lips.
He pulled her close, and brought their clasped hands up
toward her face. He brushed a single finger down the line of
her jaw, and instead of moving away, swept his finger over
her lips. It was scarcely a brush of skin on skin, but she
moaned. It was low and breathy, and barely loud enough for
her to hear, let alone Ian. Yet she knew the exact moment he
did.
His eyes, scorching with a want she knew all too well,
bored into hers.
"Liv." He managed to convey so much want and need with
that single word.
She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry, and tried to not
sound breathless when she answered. "Yes?"
Ian's finger was still on her lip, caressing it back and
forth, and his focus switched between her mouth and her
eyes. When he didn't say anything more, she couldn't take it
any longer. Her tongue darted out, lightly brushing against
his finger. With their eyes locked, she took the tip of his
finger into her mouth and sucked gently.
"Jesus Christ." It was a low rumble, spoken under his
breath, but she heard it clearly. With a soft pop, she
released his finger, her eyes imploring him.
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