Page 29 of Reckless Intentions
Throughout the rest of the meal, that thought gnawed away at his brain. It wouldn’t be long before Olivia would be heading home. And although she would probably return for the grand reopening of The Roca Bar, he already knew he didn’t want to wait until then to see her again.
“So, what did you think of Mariella and Trent?” Olivia asked as they went back to Alcudia in a taxi. Her hand was in his and she was caressing his knuckles.
Brody had barely spoken to Mariella the whole evening, and he and Trent had talked about sports most of the time. “They were nice,” he said, noncommittally.
Seemingly satisfied with his answer, she put her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, leaving Brody with his turmoil of emotions again.
When they arrived at Caro’s apartment, Brody gently shook Olivia awake.
“Hey, sleepyhead, we’re here.”
She stretched, her breasts straining against the thin cotton material of her dress. “Are you coming in?”
“It’s your last night here. I’m guessing you have some packing to do?” He desperately hoped she didn’t. If he didn’t get inside soon, he was going to be arrested for public indecency.
Her mouth curved up on one side into a smile. “I do, but I’m sure it can wait until the morning.”
Brody shoved some money at the taxi driver and opened the door, all but pulling Olivia behind him.
Sensing his urgency, she fumbled in her bag for the keys and unlocked the door as quickly as she could.
Once inside, Brody reached for Olivia, slamming her against the wall in the hallway, his mouth devouring hers, as her bag fell to the floor with a crash. She responded, her body writhing against his, her hands reaching under his shirt. With a swift movement, he gathered her into his arms and strode towards the bedroom.
He lay her down on the bed, watching as she kicked off her sandals and wriggled out of her dress, revealing a matching eggshell blue bra and panty set. He was already turned on at the thought of what was to come, but the sight of that lingerie certainly exacerbated it. He could barely get his jeans off quick enough.
“Wait.” His tone was husky, full of lust. “Don’t take them off.”
Olivia stopped, one hand covering her breast. Without taking her gaze from his, her fingers slid inside the silky material, running over the milky smoothness of her skin. He watched it pucker as she pinched her own nipple to attention, her hips undulating, and drawing his attention between her legs.
Brody knelt at the end of the bed, and yanked Olivia towards him, spreading her thighs. He could already tell she was aroused by the dampness of her panties and he leaned forward, burying his head into her core. She whimpered as his tongue began circling her clit, the fabric intensifying the feeling. He sucked and licked, the scent of her arousal, not to mention the pleasurable noises she made, making him harder. He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to be able to hold out.
“Oh my God, Brody!” Olivia bucked and shuddered underneath him, grabbing his shoulders as she hit her peak.
He sat back on his heels, and grinned, as he ran his tongue around his own lips. “You taste so good,” he murmured.
Olivia lifted her head from the bed to look at him. “I could get used to this. I wish I wasn’t going home.”
The words that came out of his mouth took him aback. “Then you should stay. I don’t want you to go either.”
