I’m not expecting any of my roommates to be home yet—they’re probably all still at the damn banquet gossiping about what the hell happened with me and Kevan. But I’m relieved all the same when the suite is empty. I get Olive right inside the door and start peeling her out of my suit jacket.
“Livvy,” I say, my voice quiet. My throat tight. “You’re trembling and you stink.”
She laughs a little, but her teeth are chattering. “You always get the shakes after something intense. We need to get you in the shower, baby,” I say to her, and she nods, pulling her arms across her chest, shivering. I step into the bathroom and crank on the hot water in the shower, and then come back out to her. Olive is struggling to unstrap her shoe, hopping on one foot with shaking hands.
“Let me do that,” I tell her, kneeling on the floor in front of her. I gently lift one foot and try to get the straps unhooked. The buckle is tiny and I have huge fucking troll fingers. That’s what Olive calls them. I finally manage both shoes and I see that her knees are knocking together. It’s definitely adrenaline. She must have been totally holding back how shaken up she was to have to help Tim like that at the dance.
“Hey,” I whisper, helping her out of her pants. Trying not to look. I’m just helping her. Just helping my friend. “You never told me what had you upset at the banquet. When you ran off.”
She shakes her head. “It’s ssssstupid,” she says, through chattering teeth.
“Not stupid,” I tell her, rubbing my hands up and down her legs, trying to warm her up a bit before I help her get in the shower. Fuck, the skin on her thighs is like silk. “You could never be stupid.”
I move my hands to her bare arms, rubbing her soft skin. I feel her start to relax under my hands and I see so much trust in her face. God, she’s perfect. “You knew just what to do today, Livvy,” I tell her. “I’m in awe of you. You’re magic,” I tell her. On my knees in front of her, my face is just about level with hers. I extend my head up and kiss the tip of her nose. She sucks in her breath in a little gasp. “Your touch always makes me feel better, Olive. Always.” I’m rubbing her face now, her collar bones in that sexy fucking tank top that reeks of Kevan’s puke.
I can see her nipples standing out, straining against the fabric. I swallow, trying my hardest to remember that I’m trying to help her here, that it would be totally sleazy to make a move on her when she’s shivering. “Let me put you in the shower,” I say, and when she nods, I pick her up.
I love the weight of her cradled in my arms. I love the feel of her curves against me. “I wanted to look sexy,” she says, her voice quiet.
“You what?”
“At the banquet,” she says, shrugging out of the stained tank top. I grab it from her and throw it away, trying not to look at her body as she stands in front of me wearing just a bra and panties. “I wanted to look sexy so someone would want to sleep with me,” Olive says.
I close my eyes and rest my head against the tile. I’m trying to maintain discipline and it’s not going well. “Are you ok getting in the shower?” I need to get out of here. I need to keep my eyes shut. I need to respond to what she said in a way that doesn’t ruin everything.
“Bax,” she says. I hear her pull back the curtain and climb in. “Come in with me.”
Come in with me, like it’s nothing. But at this point my control is gone. I have the woman of my dreams standing in front of me, naked and wet.
“Warm me up, Baxter,” she says, so I climb into the shower in what’s left of my tux. I blink beneath the water and stare at Olive. I stare at her from the tips of her painted toes and all up her magnificent body to her brown eyes, that are scanning mine and looking for an answer.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I tell her in a hushed voice.
My hand reaches out and cups the back of her neck, pulling her against me beneath the spray of the water, and then I’m kissing her and everything else melts away.
Like my dream the other night, her lips are pillowy and soft, hungry and wanting. I increase the pressure, the intensity, needing more of her. My tongue explores her mouth and I feel little moans escape her while her hands gather the wet fabric of my shirt.
Olive pulls back from the kiss. “I need you, Baxter,” she tells me. “I’ve always needed you.” And then she delves in, her tongue running along my teeth. I feel her teeth close in on my lower lip and my eyes fly open in surprise.
“Livvy.” My voice sounds hoarse and ragged. “I need you so fucking bad.”
One of my hands snakes around her waist, rolling along the swell of her hip. The other moves from her neck to her lower lip and as I rub my thumb along her sensitive skin, she sucks it into her mouth and groans.
Shit.
I take a step back and start peeling out of my wet clothes. As I struggle with my belt, I feel Olive’s hands on my waist. She helps me slide the wet pants down in a clump with my boxers and my cock, achingly hard, springs out. I hiss when she reaches a hand out to stroke my
