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Olivia playfully covered her ears. “I don’t want to know.”
Mia’s smile grew wide. “Yeah, you do.”
“Good night, Mia,” she said with a hint of warning. “I’ll help you out some more tomorrow before I go to work.”
“Sweet dreams.”
Yeah, right, Olivia thought sourly. Mia knew exactly what Olivia was going to dream about because she had put the idea in to Olivia’s head!
Olivia headed for the stairs and saw Ryan waiting for her at the bottom step. Her heart gave a funny flip, and she felt a burst of energy warming her. It didn’t matter if she’d just seen him an hour ago. Her senses always responded to him like that.
She walked down the stairs and took in his appearance. Ryan wasn’t tall or muscle-bound, but she could have sworn that he filled the doorway. She noted, not for the first time, that he was a study in contrasts. Ryan’s black hair was cut ruthlessly short, but he always sported an unshaven look. He wore only casual clothes like T-shirts and jeans, yet his stance was anything but relaxed.
As a personal trainer for the local gym, Ryan followed a rigorous exercise regimen that would exhaust a lesser man. His body was hard and powerful, but he could be very tender and gentle with Olivia.
“Sorry, Ryan.” She grabbed his hand and linked her fingers with his. His touch still made her pulse skip a beat as heat coiled deep in her belly. “I was helping Mia pack, but she has so much stuff she needs to get rid of.”
“I’m not complaining. I know you want to spend as much time as possible with her before she leaves.” He drew her close until she was hip to hip with him, and Olivia was tempted to curl into his side. She always felt petite and delicate against Ryan.
She didn’t want to think about her best friend leaving. She knew once Mia crossed the state line, nothing would ever be the same. Mia might come back for a visit, but she would never return to stay. Clover Bud was too small a town to hold someone like Mia for long.
Olivia, on the other hand, reveled in the cozy atmosphere the sleepy town had to offer. It was comfortable knowing everything about her neighbors. She knew every inch of Clover Bud and enjoyed the gentle rhythm of the seasons and traditions.
The only time her routine was disrupted was when she was in the bedroom with Ryan. When she was with him, she was a different person. She took risks. She was wild and bold.
But it wasn’t the real her. Or, at least, she didn’t want it to be. Sometimes it scared her because she felt out of control. She would often beg Ryan to tie her up or pin her down. It made her feel safer.
She wanted to be strong, powerful, and fearless, but when she was with Ryan, she clung to him and needed his guidance, knowing that otherwise she would get caught up in swirling dark emotions. She didn’t like her submissive tendencies or her need for bondage. She was almost embarrassed by her transformation in bed.
She needed to change that, Olivia decided as she silently guided Ryan to her bedroom. Tonight she was going to accept her wild abandon. She would not ask to be tied up. In fact, she would take charge.
Olivia stopped at the threshold of her bedroom and turned to Ryan. She stood on her tiptoes and linked her hands behind his head, claiming his mouth with hers.
She kissed Ryan aggressively, a potent mix of excitement and trepidation sparkling in her blood. But his mouth didn’t soften against hers. Was he surprised? Or turned off ?
Olivia retreated slightly, nibbling his mouth and swiping the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip. Ryan gave a sexy murmur and parted his lips, allowing her entrance. Triumphant, she drove her tongue into his mouth.
She ground her lips against his, the white heat zipping through her veins. Her nipples tingled; her breasts were full and heavy. Olivia wiggled her hips, fighting against the swelling, wet sensations flooding her body.
Gliding her hands over his chest, she murmured her approval of his chiseled muscles and the steady beat of his heart. Ryan loved having his chest rubbed. He groaned, the sound vibrating deeply. Olivia needed to get closer and dipped her hand under his T-shirt. His skin was warm, and her fingertips caught in the whorls of his springy dark hair.
She shoved Ryan’s shirt up, exposing his washboard abs. As she pulled the shirt over his head, she trailed her fingers along the defined muscles of his arms, shivering as she remembered how they flexed and tightened. How could she overpower such a man? And did she really want to?
Olivia shivered as Ryan’s large hands roamed over her back, his fingertips gently teasing her spine. Her resolve was disintegrating, and she wanted to cling to him, but the tension in his movements alerted her that he was holding back. Why hadn’t he taken over? Was he biding his time, or could he tell that she needed to be in charge, just this once?
Olivia reluctantly pulled away until he couldn’t touch her. Ryan frowned as his hands dropped to his sides. She darted her tongue against her lips, not sure what her next move should be.
She decided to strip off her clothes. It would have to be quick, and she had to keep out of his reach, because Ryan could never keep his hands off her naked body. Olivia took off her pink camisole top with more force than necessary. She felt her small breasts bob freely as she pulled off the shirt and tossed it on the floor.
Olivia kept her gaze on Ryan, watching his eyes flare with lust as she shimmied out of her gray hipster shorts. She hooked her thumbs over her thong, already damp from her arousal, as she dragged it down her legs.
She stood proudly in front of him with her hands on her hips. Her nipples puckered, and her skin was hot to the touch. Olivia reached up and pulled the rubber band from her hair, giving her long blond tresses a good shake. She was aware of the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Olivia stood on the balls of her feet, ready to move fast if Ryan lunged for her.
Ryan stayed where he was, his hands clenched to his sides. She saw a tremor sweep his strong body and knew he was definitely holding back. A renegade thought occurred to her: Had he heard her discussion with Mia? A heavy knot formed in her stomach. She studied his face and dismissed the idea once she saw the desire gleaming from his dark brown eyes.
“Touch yourself,” Ryan said hoarsely.
Olivia knew she should refuse and tell him to touch himself. She would enjoy that, but not as much as she would have fun putting on a show for him. Even better, if she masturbated in front of him, she would control the pace.
She covered her breasts with her hands, fondling them the same way Ryan would. She squeezed tightly, pushing them together. Olivia pinched her nipples hard, gasping when they stung.
Ryan took a step toward her and then stepped back. He folded his arms across his chest, as if he knew that was the only way to keep from touching her. “Lean against the bed,” he suggested.
It was a good idea. Her legs felt a little wobbly, but she didn’t want to lie down. That was when she was vulnerable. Leaning against the bedpost would keep her on an equal level with Ryan.
Olivia rested against one of the posts, the hard wooden corner biting into her shoulder. She jutted her hips out and cupped her sex. Sliding her finger along her wet slit, she bit her bottom lip to prevent a guttural moan escaping from her throat.
“Show me how you like it,” Ryan said.
Oh, she’d show him. Olivia widened her legs and showed him her glistening pussy. She caressed her clit with one finger, her movements quick. She rocked her hips against her hand, but it wasn’t enough. She needed something more. She needed Ryan’s touch.
“Kiss me,” she moaned as she felt the urgent need winding tight in her pelvis.
Ryan slowly walked over and stood before her. He unfolded his arms but didn’t touch her. His body heat enveloped her as her lips tingled in anticipation of a kiss.
“Keep touching yourself,” he said.
Olivia frowned and wondered why he wouldn’t touch or kiss her. She stroked her clit, her breath snagging in her throat as pleasure rippled gently through her body. She wanted to feel powerful and strong, but she didn’t want to do everything by herself.
“Lick my nipples,” she told him, but her raspy voice ruined the commanding tone she was going for.
A wicked gleam shone from his eyes. “Feed them to me.”
Olivia cupped the underside of one breast and arched her spine, offering him a taste. Ryan lowered his head, never taking his gaze off her face. The tip of his tongue darted from his mouth, and he swirled it along her nipple.
