OLIVIA
Each kiss was hotter than the last.
His touch was hungrier, more demanding, more intoxicating. More everything.
And I couldn't get enough.
I grabbed his shirt, clinging to him as his arm tightened around my waist, pressing me against his hardness. But even that wasn't enough. Our tongues tangled and I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck.
A moan slipped past my lips as I felt heat pool between my legs, the usual response Christian always drew from me, even with the lightest touch.
He pulled me closer, taking off my blouse and his eyes roamed my chest. It felt hard to breathe under his gaze and he pushed my hair back, his fingers undoing my bra in one movement. I leaned in closer to kiss him, his hand sliding up to cup my breast, fumbling gently, while his thumb grazed
