I stopped dead halfway to the guest house.
Ollie tugged my hand.
I yanked it away.
We stood there staring at each other for several seconds, both of us breathing hard though we hadn't walked that far. His gaze burned into me, hot with lust and irritation, a potent combination that made me grow warm too---warm and wet. He clenched his fists, which made his biceps swell.
Peripherally, I noticed the other guests on the lawn, their attention glued to me and Ollie. But I didn't care what they thought.
I barred my arms over my chest. "Don't drag me around like a suitcase. If you want to talk to me alone, ask first."
He stared at me, his eyes narrowed, for a few more seconds while he took slow, deliberate breaths. "Please come with me, Mara."
The tone of his voice shivered heat through me. It was full of hunger, the dirty kind.
"Since you asked nicely," I said, "I'll go with you."
He claimed my hand and led me into the guest house, straight to the kitchen. It had stainless steel appliances and stainless steel counters, with pots and pans and utensils hanging from hooks above the counters and the stainless steel island. It looked industrial, but then, this kitchen did serve all the guests three times a day.
The kitchen was empty right now.
Ollie hoisted me up by the waist and set me on the island. "The cooks went to town to buy groceries. We've got the kitchen to ourselves."
His voice still sounded rougher, sexier, hotter.
"I'm not hungry," I said.
"Really." He pushed between my thighs and mashed his mouth to mine, plunging his tongue deep without waiting for my tacit permission to do it, making me moan and sag into him. When he pulled away, we were both breathing harder again. "Still not hungry?"
Gazing into his eyes, feeling his hard body between my legs, I couldn't deny the truth. "Starving."
"Thought so." His mouth slanted into a sexy smirk. "And here's how I'm going to feed you..."
Chapter Twenty-Four
Ollie
Maybe I got a little jealous when Mara went off with her ex. Maybe I didn't like it when she came back and Nico followed her, then he touched her like he still owned her. Nobody owned Mara. I didn't want to, that was for sure. But I loved taking possession of her body so I could give her exactly what we both wanted.
Okay, I might've been a touch jealous.
Not anymore. I was the one who had Mara alone in the kitchen, where the erotic possibilities were endless. I'd never done anything like this before. Girls knew I rocked the bedroom, but they didn't like my adventurous suggestions.
Mara was up for anything. Our time under that tree in the woods had proved it.
I grasped her hips and pulled her closer, our faces aligned. "I know you're not a suitcase. Sorry I hauled you away without asking first."
"Apology accepted." She glanced around the kitchen. "You still haven't finished that sentence. You said 'here's how I'm going to feed you,' but you trailed off instead of telling me."
"I know. Here's the rest of it." I placed my open mouth on the base of her throat, dragging it up, swirling my tongue over her skin that tasted faintly salty. When I reached her earlobe, I pulled it into my mouth and sucked, making her moan. "I'm going to fuck you so good for so long that everyone will see it on your face that you're mine and I'm yours. You'll come so many times you'll think you can't take it anymore, but still you'll beg me to do it again."
"Yes," she breathed.
I nibbled my way along her jaw, then flicked my tongue out to tease her mouth. "I want to feast on you like I've never done with anyone else. That's why we're in the kitchen."
Her pupils had blown, and her breaths came hard and fast. The faint blush that colored her cheeks made me even harder. I wanted this woman like I'd never wanted anyone, like I'd never known I could want anyone. While I'd been pretending to watch the charades game, I'd been plotting the hottest ways to make Mara shiver and moan and writhe and scream.
Nico had better find another woman. Mara was mine. By the time I got done with her, she would never want anyone else. Yeah, okay, maybe I was getting a little caveman-ish. So what? Mara seemed to like it. And I would never force her to do anything.
I moved my mouth to her ear again. "You know what I want. What do you want?"
She yanked my shirt out of my waistband and shoved her hands under the fabric, whisking them up my chest. "You, Oliver. I want you."
Her hands traveled over my chest, exploring and arousing me. But when she pinched my nipples, I lost it.
"Fuck," I hissed, and I ripped her shirt off over her head. "I'm gonna feast on you for real this time."
I tore off her bra, and she wriggled out of her pants and underwear, kicking off her sandals too. Then she stretched out on the island with her legs dangling off it, her arms raised above her head. Stainless steel shimmered around her, and her auburn hair feathered over the shiny surface, a dark halo around her face.
A dirty angel. That's what she was, and I loved it.
"Get naked," she commanded, running her hands up and down the metal surface beneath her like she wanted to make love to it.
I stripped off my clothes faster than I ever had in my life. Gazing down at her body, at the curly dark hairs below her hips, I couldn't resist licking my lips. The scent of her lust overpowered my senses.
