Page 48 of Faking with Three

By the time we finish, she’s declared the winner (mostly because she sabotaged me at every turn), and I’m left marveling at how easily she’s taken over my evening—and, apparently, my thoughts.

“Not bad,” I admit, setting the controller down. “You’re a lot sneakier than I expected.”

“Thanks,” she says, smirking. “Years of practice.”

I shake my head, smiling despite myself. “Alright, Chase. You win this round. But don’t get too comfortable. Next time, I’m taking you down.”

Olivia leans back into the couch, her fingers brushing her hair behind her ear. Her movements are slow, almost deliberate.I feel the weight of her gaze on me, the tension thick and humming.

“Next time,” she repeats softly, her voice teasing, but there’s a catch to it.

Her eyes lock on mine, and for the life of me, I can’t look away.

I lean forward, just a little, my pulse quickening. “Yeah,” I murmur. “Next time.”

She doesn’t pull back. If anything, she leans in, her breath hitching, her lips parting slightly. The space between us disappears, and before I even realize what’s happening, my hand is on her knee, sliding up just a bit, the warmth of her skin sending a jolt through me.

She’s close now, so close, her face tilted up to mine. “Ethan…” she starts, but whatever she was about to say is lost as I close the distance and kiss her.

It’s not tentative, not gentle. It’s a collision—hot and heavy and unrelenting.

Her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer, and I groan against her mouth, my own hands sliding to her waist, gripping her like she’s the only thing keeping me grounded.

She shifts, pressing into me, and I take the opportunity to pull her fully onto my lap. Her thighs straddle me, her body fitting perfectly against mine, and the sensation is almost too much. Her lips are soft but insistent, her nails scraping lightly at the back of my neck, driving me insane.

“Olivia,” I manage to gasp between kisses, but she cuts me off, her lips capturing mine again. Her tongue brushes against mine, and it’s like gasoline on a fire. I grip her hips, pulling her closer, pressing her against me in a way that leaves no room for doubt about how much I want her.

Her hands are everywhere—in my hair, on my chest, sliding under the hem of my shirt. My own hands aren’t idle either. Theymove up her sides, brushing against the curve of her waist, her ribs, until I’m cupping her face, tilting her head to deepen the kiss.

The way she moves against me, the way she moans softly into my mouth—it’s enough to drive a man crazy.

I slide my hands lower, gripping her thighs, kneading the soft flesh there, and she shivers.

I take the opportunity to trail kisses along her jaw, down her neck, nipping lightly at her collarbone. She gasps, her body arching into mine.

Her shirt rides up as my hands slide beneath it, exploring the smooth expanse of her skin. She gasps softly against my mouth when my fingers brush the curve of her waist.

Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes half-lidded, and her chest rises and falls with every breath.

My gaze lingers as I trail my hands up her sides, marveling at how soft she is.

“You’re staring,” she murmurs, her voice teasing but a little shy.

“Can you blame me?” I reply, my voice huskier than I expect. I lower my lips to her neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there. She moans softly, her fingers threading through my hair and tugging just enough to make me groan.

Her lips curve into a wicked smile. “Your turn to blush.”

Not likely. I tighten my hold on her hips, pulling her closer until there’s no space left between us. She gasps softly, and I capture the sound with my mouth, kissing her deeply.

Her confidence seems to grow as she shifts back slightly, her hands moving to the hem of her shirt. In one swift motion, it’s gone, revealing smooth skin and curves that have my pulse hammering in my ears.

She leans in, her breath warm against my ear as she whispers, “Your move, Ethan.”

But before I can even think about making a move, she pushes me back against the couch, straddling me with a boldness that takes my breath away. My hands find her waist as she rolls her hips against mine, and the sensation sends a jolt of heat through me.

“Liv,” I manage, my voice rough, almost pleading.

“Hmm?” she teases, leaning down to kiss along my jawline.

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