His hand slid over her knee and along her thigh. As she moaned with pleasure, he tugged her T-shirt out of the cutoffs and slipped his hand beneath her shirt to cup her breast.
“Matt!” she gasped. Desire was a hot flame low inside her. The seductive onslaught increased as he leaned down to take her nipple in his mouth. He licked slowly with his tongue, circling her bud, sucking and biting lightly, a sweet torment that made her want to spread her legs and give him full access to her.
Winding her fingers in his hair, she pulled his head up so she could return to kissing him.
His arousal pressed against her thigh and she wanted him badly. She ran her hands across his broad shoulders, clinging to him as he cradled her against his shoulder and leaned over her to kiss her hungrily. She was barely aware of his hands at the waist of her cutoffs as he unbuttoned and pushed them away. His hand slid into her lace panties and he touched her intimately.
Desire flashed like fire. Eagerly, she unbuttoned his shirt and ran her tongue over his flat nipple. His fingers stroked and rubbed her, creating a stormy friction that escalated swiftly into a pounding need.
Moving her hips wildly, she twisted against him as he carried her to an edge. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep and then slowly withdrawing it, to thrust deeply again, mimicking the act of sex.
Gasping, she cried out, wanting infinitely more of him. “Matt!” she cried, turning to straddle him while she unfastened his belt and trousers to free him. She leaned down to take his thick, throbbing shaft in her mouth.
He closed his eyes and wound his fingers in her hair, groaning as she licked and caressed him.
He started to slide her over him, but she caught his hands. His eyes flew open and desire burned in their depths. “Olivia—”
“We can wait until after our wedding. It’s not that far away.” She scooted off his lap and pulled on her clothes, straightening them, meeting his hot gaze and turning to walk away from him. “We’re waiting,” she said again, as if to convince herself.
When she turned around, he had straightened his clothes and was sitting watching her with a smoldering gaze.
“This marriage will be good, Matt.”
“Yeah, it will,” he replied, but she wondered if his thoughts were on making love instead of what she said to him. “It’ll be hot and sexy,” he said in a husky voice that made her wonder if she could continue to wait until Saturday.
She moved back near him. “I know something we didn’t put in that prenup agreement,” she said, leaning one hand on his desk and bending closer to him.
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