Olivia sensed something was wrong and sat up quickly, her feet hitting the floor before I could say another word. Looking around for her clothes, she muttered, “I think we should probably get back. I have things to do today.”
While she picked her things up from the where they’d been thrown hours before in the heat of passion, I reached out to run my hand down her back, loving the feel of her silky skin under my hand. “Grab a shower while I run out to get some breakfast. We have some time.”
She stopped moving and turned to look at me with an expression filled with confusion. I couldn’t blame her. One minute I was Prince Charming and the next I was as cold as a fucking iceberg.
“Try the shower. It’s got like ten showerheads. I don’t think you’ll find a better shower anywhere.”
Raising her eyebrows, she smirked. “That’s one hell of a shower. I guess I can’t possibly leave without trying it.”
I sat up and slipped my pants on. “Good. I’ll get some breakfast and be back in a few.”
As Olivia walked toward the bathroom, I grabbed my phone to call the local store that thankfully delivered whenever I visited this place. Or at least it did the last time I was here. Five minutes and two teenage boys with squeaky voices later, I came to find out that the store’s owner had retired and no, they didn’t deliver anymore.
What the fuck was I doing? I had a gorgeous woman naked in my shower, and there I was spending time talking to pimply-faced kids about fucking bagels. I slid out of my pants and headed into the bathroom as my conscience scolded me for once again making the wrong choice with Olivia.
It only took a few seconds of looking at her wet, naked body before my cock was ready to go. Between the guilt and the knowledge that what I was doing was wrong, I thought it might have let me down, but like my heart, it stood ready to go.
She turned around, surprised at first, but then she smiled. “I thought you were handling breakfast.”
Closing the shower door behind me, I stepped close to her as the water poured down over me. “Didn’t work out. This is a far better way to wake up anyway.”
I slid my arm around her waist and pulled her close to me, but she pressed her hands to my chest to push me away. “What the fuck is with you, Cash? We have a great time all the way here, and then you run ice cold on me as soon as we arrive. Then we have sex and you’re all about me, but we wake up and you’re the ice man again. Now you’re all about me again?”
I’d brought this upon myself. No intelligent woman would let me get away with what amounted to running hot and cold in some crazy ass bipolar fashion for long, and Olivia had every right to demand an answer. I couldn’t give her one, but she had every right to demand one.
She stood staring at me waiting for me to say something, but I just leaned back against the wall, unable to explain that as much as I wanted us to be that couple we were when I was all into her, we couldn’t be more than what we were when I was cold. If she wanted to be with me, she’d have to accept this was how I was.
That wasn’t who she was, though. Stepping toward me, she pressed her body against mine and slowly pushed her hips forward to run her wet pussy over my cock. “No answer? You’re just planning on standing there with a raging hard-on and giving me the silent treatment?”
“Olivia…” I stopped myself and shook my head.
Frustrated, she knitted her brows and frowned. “Fuck, Cash! What do you want from me? What? Just say it!”
I lunged at her, slamming her against the tile wall and covered her mouth with mine in a kiss that contained all the pent up shit my fucked up mind was dealing with. I wanted her. That’s it. I wanted to not be the man I was so I could be the one Olivia deserved. I wanted to forget the mess of my past and believe something good could happen with her.
She matched my need with her own, clutching at my neck as her mouth pressed hard against mine. The heat between us threatened to burn me up, but I wanted more. Olivia’s moans echoed off the walls, ratcheting up my desire for her. Sliding my hand between her legs, I pushed two fingers into her hot cunt, thrusting in and out fast and hard to feel her come from my touch.
“I want to see you come so fucking hard you can’t stand.”
She climbed up my body desperate for the release only my fingers could give her. I slammed them into her as her teeth sunk into my shoulder. Everything between us now was raw and primal with no reason or thought to hold us back. Her nails scratched over my shoulders, and she cried out against my skin at the first sign of her orgasm ripping through her.
I pressed my forehead against the tile and heard Olivia groan, “Yes, Cash! God…yes!”
“Come for me, baby. Let me feel you come apart.”
As the water rained down over us, she came until her legs shook and she couldn’t stand anymore. Before her body stopped trembling, I lifted her and she wrapped herself around me, giving me the perfect angle to enter her.
“God, Olivia, you’re killing me.”
She pressed her heels hard against the base of my spine as she bucked against me. I drove hard into her, and with each thrust the wall I’d built around me began to crumble. If we could be this real together physically, maybe I could let go of the past and this could be something. And maybe who I was could be with someone like Olivia.
Her voice weak, she whimpered, “Cash, what are you doing to me? You’re driving me crazy.”
I stared into her dark eyes and let myself feel all those things I’d pushed away for so long. In those eyes I saw a chance for more than just fucking and leaving all the time. All the things that stood in our way could be overcome. I just had to give her a chance.
Her cunt contracted around my cock, and she came a second time, her body mine if I wanted to claim it. The feeling of her giving in to me sent my body into overdrive, and I came until there was nothing left inside me. Pushing wet strands of hair off her face, I kissed her long and deep and answered her question. “I want you. That’s what I want.”
She looked at me like she was searching for some answer in my eyes. “You can have me, but I can’t do this with you if all I am is someone you sleep with. I know that sounds old-fashioned, but as much as I love doing this with you, it’s just not enough.”
How the hell she could be so brave to put herself all out like that baffled me. I’d never showed her I could be trusted with a sentiment like that, yet she’d laid it all on the line knowing there was every chance I’d run ice cold and walk away without looking back.