Page 35 of Billion Dollar Vow (The Lincoln Brothers #4)

Oliver

“It’s what I know,” she says, arching an eyebrow. Her chest rises and falls quickly, giving away just how much she wants me.

“What makes you so sure?” I stare down into her blue hypnotizing eyes.

I’m walking on thin ice after the earlier accidental touch of my cock and kiss.

She juts her chin up. “You’ve turned me down.”

“When?” I ask, trying to recall when she's been this forward, and I turned her away… My mind immediately jumps to that night at the studio when I’d kissed her, felt that same electricity, but then left abruptly.

I’d been in bed by the time she got home, deliberately avoiding her.

Then I headed to Jeremy’s bachelor party.

But surely, that hadn’t been what she meant?

That hadn’t been her making a move, that was me losing control.

Her chin drops, and her eyes shift away. I hate not being able to see her eyes, so I grab her chin and tilt her head back, bringing her pretty eyes back to me.

She exhales. “At Declan’s party.”

My eyebrows pinch, and when I remember that night, I shake my head.

She sucks in a breath and closes her eyes briefly. When they flutter open and pain stares back at me, and I blurt out the truth. “I couldn’t touch you. But it doesn't mean I haven’t wanted to.”

She snorts, eyes rolling. “Sure.”

A growl slips out of me, and I grab her waist to pull her to me.

For weeks, I’ve been fighting this attraction, telling myself it would complicate everything, or worse, hurt her somehow.

But seeing the disbelief in her eyes breaks my last thread of restraint.

“I’ll happily show you just how much I’ve wanted you. ”

Her mouth parts, ready to say something else, but she stares up at me, begging me to prove her right. I don’t let her speak. My other hand reaches up to hold her neck, and I lean down. She sucks in a sharp breath as I press my lips to hers in a desperate kiss.

She thinks I’ve never wanted her—how fucking wrong she was.

It’s the opposite. I've wanted her, but never allowed myself to cross the line. Plus, she acted like she hated me, but now I know it’s because I turned her down.

I couldn’t show her then, but I sure as fuck can do it now.

Except the memory of Declan’s face flashes in my mind.

The promise I made him… that I wouldn’t touch her.

Breaking that promise means betraying one of the few people who’s had my back through everything.

But with her body so close to mine, I’m finding it hard to remember why that promise seemed so important.

I absorb the way she tastes, and how sweet she smells, giving her everything of me in this moment.

The noises she makes are a mix of plea and pleasure.

With no audience, I take in the fact I’m kissing her without worrying about anything except how much I want this.

Fuck, I want her. Her hand grabs my neck to pull me closer, as if I’m already not close enough.

Her body melts into mine, my feet on the outside of hers, our heads shifting angles to get deeper, our pace less frantic the more we kiss, both of us slowing down to savor each other.

I want her to know what exactly she's doing to me. We explore each other with our hands and mouths. My hand skims the back of her right thigh and hitches it up. Her eyes snap open, wide and feral as she gasps for air. I lower her leg, letting her catch her breath. My own is labored; my heart is beating so hard. She’s a great kisser.

I haven’t found someone who matches my rhythm.

But we are so in sync with her pressure, soft but hard when needed.

“Believe me yet?”

“Shut up and kiss me again.” She grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me down.

This time, I don’t stop. I grab the backs of her thighs and lift her onto the counter.

She spreads her legs, and I stand between them.

Now, with her at the same height, my hips line up with hers.

My hands shift to her cheeks, my thumbs dusting over them and angling her face to kiss her deeper.

My heart is poured into this kiss, trying to show her how I’ve longed for her but never let myself dream.

Fuck, the amount of times I’ve stroked myself, I’m surprised it still works.

But now I get the real thing and she’s better than I ever imagined. I can’t stop breathing in her air; she’s intoxicating. My hand slips gently over her cheekbones, down to her shoulders, and to her waist.

“You’re better than I imagined,” she groans, and my chest swells at her confession.

It amps me up more.

I move my kisses down over her jaw, to her ear, and then down her neck, biting and sucking as her head tips backward, giving me more access.

“Oliver-r,” she whimpers.

The sound is like music to my ears.

I bring my lips to hers again, but this time hovering to whisper, “You’re so beautiful.”

Her hands grab my shoulders, and when her nails dig into me, not wanting me to stop, I growl against her mouth and shift my bodyweight forward. Her legs grip my hips tighter. She trembles, moaning my name again, and her nails are definitely going to leave marks.

I pull back to breathe against her swollen lips. “I knew you’d be sweet.”

“How?”

“Your attitude is a wall, and underneath, there’s a sweetness begging to be freed.”

She swivels her hips, causing friction between us, and my body responds instantly.

My cock hardens further, and a groan escapes from deep in my chest. At the same time, she runs her tongue along the seam of my lips.

“You always try to keep things so controlled,” she whispers against my mouth.

“Right fucking now, I want you to lose it.”

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about fucking you.”

I rock my hips to grind myself against her, the clothes making me uncomfortable as I grow harder.

“Fuck, Karley, I need you.”

I touch her breast over her clothes. She arches her back and pushes herself into my hand. At the same time, I bring my mouth to her neck, kissing and dragging my teeth over her skin, drawing a sexy groan from her lips. Her breasts are the perfect handful.

She was made for me.

I need more.

I pull back, and her eyes flutter open. Grabbing her impatiently, I push her skirt down. Her shirt gapes, showing me her purple bra, and I dip my head and kiss her stomach up to her breasts.

One hand stays on her waist, and the other pushes the bra below so I can kiss her skin. She smells like caramel, making my mouth water.

I lick my lips, take one of her nipples, and roll my tongue around her tight bud. Her hands sink deep into my hair, holding me to her.

After giving that one attention, I kiss and nibble my way to the other and give it the same treatment.

Her hips rock, begging for more. I grip her waist tighter, trying to steady her movements, or I’ll lose what little control I have left.

“I could get used to this. You, lying on my counter, all ready for me.”

I touch her pussy over the delicate fabric covering it. She cries out, her head tipping back.

A deep rumble leaves my chest. “So wet.”

I loop my fingers through the string and pull her thong down over her legs until they’re on the floor. She leans up on her elbows and spreads her knees. My cock jumps at the sight, and a wave of disbelief washes over me… She wants this, wants me, as desperately as I want her.

I lift one foot on the counter and then the other. She hisses when I skim my hand along her thigh, my lips following, kissing higher and higher until I meet her wet pussy.

I peer up and see her mouth parted as her breasts rise and fall, her blue eyes locked on mine. I lick my lips. “I’ve always wondered what you’d taste like.”

Her mouth moves, probably to argue, but I steal her breath the moment my tongue slides along her pussy. The taste of her hits me hard. Her body shakes under my palms. She’s fucking perfect.

Her eyes flutter as she struggles to keep herself up and watch me. I want to unravel her. Make her feel so good no one would compare.

My gaze follows the path of my hands as they move to her pussy. I rub her clit in a slow circle as I bring my mouth down to her and lick her again. Forcing myself to ignore my cock, I focus on her pleasure.

I continue a lazy and firm rub on her swollen clit. Her breath hitches.

“What do you want, Karley?”

She mumbles something I can’t understand. I lick her again. “Tell me.”

“More.”

“You want to come, don’t you?”

I rub her clit faster, my own breath catching at the sight of her pleasure.

I do what I’ve been so desperate to do—slip a finger into her wet pussy. The tight, velvet heat surrounding my finger nearly makes me groan. She squirms, hips pressing toward me, fucking my finger, and I get off on it.

“Oliver,” she pants.

“Karley, is all this mess for me?”

I insert a second finger, and she clamps down on me. “Yes-s.”

At first, I’m slow and steady, but when I hit her G-spot, and she whimpers, I pick up the pace.

“Fuck, Oliver.”

She’s making a mess, and I fucking love it. “I’m going to make you come now, and then I’m going to fuck you, and make you come again.”

“Yes…” She trails off when I bring my lips down to her clit and suck hard as I keep fingering her.

Her whole body convulses, and she comes hard, moaning my name louder than I’ve ever heard before.

There’s something intoxicating about watching her come undone and knowing I’m the one who did it.

Now I need to do it again, but this time with my dick.