Thirty minutes later and Fitz pulled into the parking lot of a very big pet supply store. Chance had enjoyed the ride snuggled in Olivia's lap and Fitz could not help the sting of envy that came. That puppy had no idea just how close to heaven he was and once again he wished he could briefly swap places with the lucky puppy.
Feeling the heat of Fitz's gaze upon her Olivia looked up and their gazes clashed. Cerulean bored into chocolate brown and she felt warmth spread throughout her body through the strength of his stare. She watched his hands moved to unbuckle his seat belt. She watched as he reached for her. She watched him close the distance between them.
The space in his luxury sports car suddenly seemed far smaller as he crowded her space. Reaching out he tipped her chin up before cupping her face as he brought his face just above hers. He hovered above her lips taking in the dilation of her pupils and blush flushing her cheeks.
He inhaled deeply, drawing her scent in before grazing her top lip with his mouth. A sample was all he had intended to take. The way she had met his stare had set a fire in his blood and the only way he knew to cool it was by giving in to his need to touch her but as soon as their lips met his blood boiled causing the kiss to deepen.
She stole his breath, replacing his air with her own supply. She could not get close enough but the skin she managed to touch burned with his passion for her. The heat was melting the little resistance she had managed to put up and she was happy to let it go letting passion take control of reason.
This was not enough. It did not seem there was enough of her to sustain the feelings she inspired in him. There were too many clothes in the way and there was not enough space to explore her. Time was against him. Against them. Even as he drowned in the sweet, intoxicating taste of her he fed his desperation into the kiss and she responded in kind with equal fervor.
Reaching to undo her seat belt he brushed his hand across Chance, causing the puppy to stir awake from his peaceful nap. Fitz moved to bring his hand back up one of his fingers was caught in Chance's tiny mouth. He began licking Fitz's finger causing him to pull back slightly from Olivia.
At the loss of Fitz's mouth on hers Olivia reopened her eyes slowly to see what had caused the interruption only to find him staring down at Chance who was happily slobbering all over his index finger. It was adorable really and her melted a little more at the sight. It seemed impossible-this situation with Fitz and the speed at which she was growing enamored with him.
"Okay, furball, you managed to ruin the mood and since my finger is not a treat, we need to get to you into that store so you can munch on some real puppy treats."
"Fitz! His name is Chance. We don't want to get the little guy confused with names."
"Liv, I'll call him Chance but remember we still aren't sure that the little guy doesn't already have a name. Now let's get inside. I enjoy your mama bear act though, it's very cute to see you standing up for-"
She interrupted him. "Don't say it!"
A long dramatic pause followed her statement before he continued,"The furball."
"You must get a kick out of pushing my buttons," she suggested.
"Maybe a little bit. But there are certainly better things to do with you than push your buttons I'm sure. I will try to refrain from not calling the pup by his name," Fitz promised as he broke out into a wide grin.
"Thank you. Maybe you should carry him so you can bond with him."
"I think we've done all the bonding we can do for now since he now knows my index finger on a very personal level," he said jokingly.
"He can't be blamed for that, he's just a puppy. Are you sure you don't want to hold him? He's so adorable!" Olivia lifted Chance up and held him against her chest.
Fitz groaned. "To be honest with you I'd much rather trade spots with him. I think I'm starting to get a little jealous," he said, frowning slightly.
"There is no reason to be jealous," she said reassuringly.
"Are you sure? He gets to sleep in your lap and get cuddled a lot. I think that's merits a little jealousy. Come on, Liv, you can't blame me for wanting to trade places with him." He sounded sincere so she did not doubt him.
"I don't blame you but I think the puppy dog eyes and that pout you're giving me right now are a bit much," she said, barely managing to stifle a laugh.
In answer to her statement Fitz enhanced his puppy dog eyes by widening them even more and making sure to make his lower lip even more pronounced.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, woman. I don't pout."
Olivia leaned forward, quickly capturing his bottom lip between her teeth and tugging lightly. He closed his eyes when pleasure shot through him on contact. She traced his bottom lip with her tongue before releasing it and leaning back to watch him.
When her teeth had sunk into his lip, biting gently, Fitz had to control the urge to pull her into his lap. Barely restraining himself, he managed to keep his hands to himself and just closed his eyes to let the pleasure from the small sting of her bite to zing through him. After closing his eyes to capture the moment firmly in his mind they popped open briefly at the slick feel of her tongue across his lip. She tasted so damn sweet and the simple gesture glazed his eyes as he felt himself harden. He was going to burst through his shorts if she kept this sooner than the crossed his mind the slick taste of her was taken from him.
Reopening his eyes Fitz saw her staring at him with her head tilted and little Chance held against her cheek. She was stunning with her full lips and warm brown eyes directed at him. What were they doing again? Think, man, think. What were the objectives? Purchase dog food, a leash, a collar, and other miscellaneous items. Make Chance comfortable. Get enough for both his house and more importantly Liv's place.
"You alright, Fitz? Ready to go into the store?" A smile played upon her lips as she took in the slightly dazed expression he was aiming at her.
"I'm great, Liv. Never been better. Let's get going, Chance looks a little restless," he said, reaching over to rub the puppy's head.
The store trip was supposed to be quick. They had walked into the store and been greeted almost immediately by an associate who pointed out the items they would need and suggested different brands.
Olivia and Fitz were recognized by a few fans while shopping and signed autographs and took time to take pictures. Fitz always made sure to insert himself into the pictures with Olivia and even with a fan sandwiched between them he made sure to stretch his arm so that he was touching Liv.
By the time they were ready to leave they had a cart full of puppy supplies. Walking out of the store, they were not surprised to see a few cameras waiting for them. Olivia remained polite and so did Fitz for the most part but he remained protective of Olivia, making sure the cameramen and photographers kept a safe distance away from them.
Ushering Olivia, who was clutching a nervous Chance to her, into his car, Fitz packed all the supplies into the car.
"That's one part that you never get used to," he said once he got into the car.
She agreed. "That's true but it comes with our professions. I'm glad that I had you with me this again."
"I'll make sure to be around as often as I can if it makes you comfortable. So, where are we going?"
"Let's go back to your place, I want to spend the weekend with you before we have to get back to our normal lives."
"I know exactly what you mean. We have to get your car but spending the weekend together sounds like an excellent idea."
He drove back to the ice cream parlor so that Olivia could get her car to follow him home. After they installed the puppy car seat in her passenger seat, Liv followed Fitz back to his house.
Once they reached his house, Olivia took Chance to the kitchen. Fitz followed her in, carrying what he had bought from the store. Olivia dug through the contents of the bag, finding the nice blue collar he had purchased. She placed it snugly around the dog's neck, marking him as hers.
Fitz prepared the puppy's dishes with food and water, either out of an act of kindness or to speed the process along. The dog immediately went to his new bowls and made a feast out of what Fitz left for him. Olivia smiled fondly as he enjoyed his fare before glancing up to see Fitz was gone.
Olivia wondered what he was up to. But she was surprised when Fitz walked into the room with a basket. It had been in the hall closet which had been used to keep his grandmother's knitting commodities. He had placed some cloths in it as a makeshift bed.
Fitz set it down in the kitchen beside the Chance's bowls and as soon as he saw it, the dog immediately had the impression of what it was for. He tested its softness before settling down. Olivia continued to watch him like a mother checking on her child and had a sense of comfort to know that this puppy was going to be safe and well taken care of.
He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist to draw her into him. He tenderly kissed her neck; his eyes beholding the puppy as his body rose and fell with his breathing. "Look at the little guy," Fitz said. "He's all tuckered out."
Fitz grilled their dinner out on his patio while they chatted and enjoyed his private view of the ocean.
"What an amazing view," Olivia said on a sigh as she gazed out the the waves crashing onto the shore. She was stuffed from dinner and leaned back in her chair.
"I agree," Fitz admitted but he was looking at Olivia and not out beyond his patio.
After dinner they walked along the beach with Chance who was happy to trot beside them. They returned to the house, the trio settling in the living room to watch a movie. It was not long into the movie before both Chance and Olivia were fast asleep.
Fitz took Chance outside once more before lifting Olivia into his arms and carrying her to his bedroom. Once there he carefully removed her dress and laid it over the back of his chair by the window, he grabbed one of his shirts from a drawer and put it on her. He showered and put on a black boxer briefs before slipping in next to her and giving himself over to sleep.
Fitz had woken up, his limbs entangled with Liv's and snuck out of bed to work out some of his energy. Chance woke up when he made his way outside to work out so he walked him a bit before getting to his routine. Fitz had some errands to run and he needed to pick up some groceries and made sure to grab a great assortment of toiletries for Olivia. He wanted her to be comfortable for the rest of the weekend and any other time she wanted to visit.
He dressed in running shorts and went through the house toward the kitchen to use the backdoor. Before he had even left his room, he had smelled something delicious but ignored it. He thought it was his nose deceiving him since he didn't have much of a breakfast. However, the closer he got to the kitchen, the more the aroma was apparent. Fitz crossed into the dining room and kitchen from the connecting living room to catch Olivia up and alert.
And armed.
In her right hand was a very sharp French chef knife which was slicing through a purple radish. No, not slicing. Hacking. She took her time as she chopped through the last of the vegetable before grabbing her next victim. Fitz frowned briefly as he perceived her profile, her pleasant features marred by a severe glower of her own. And she was also mumbling to herself to the rhythm of her chopping which made him terrified to even ask.
He cleared his throat nervously. This was one way for his manhood to go soft inside his pants. Just hearing the sound of the knife meeting the wood of the cutting was almost enough to make Fitz go celibate. Almost.
"Afternoon," he greeted cheerfully, and he walked a little ways into the kitchen. He reached around her to grab a sliced carrot and popped it into his mouth. "I wasn't expecting you to be out of bed. You seemed keen to sleep through breakfast."
Another harsh slice through her new green quarry made Fitz jump away. "I couldn't stand being in that bed anymore. As much as I love sleep, I'd rather get up and do something that'll eventually make me tired."
Fitz nodded in understanding but winced again at the harshness of her cutting before his visage developed a deep grimace. "What the hell's the matter with you?"
Another big whack. "Nothing."
"Really?" Fitz breathed, obviously disbelieving. "That's a real big nothing, lil' bit, considering I think I can hear that cucumber screaming in protest."
Fitz saw that his nickname for her was favorable to her. Even though she was well-portioned, Olivia only came to his chin. However, she proved that just because she was shorter didn't mean that she couldn't be dangerous. Olivia paused before rotating herself toward him, the knife twirling in her fingers. "Everything's all right, okay?"
He backed away to walk around her toward the backdoor, keeping his distance. "Right," he replied, not wanting to push it. "Hell, I'm going for a jog. I think I'll take Chance with me." He grabbed the leash that was hanging near the door and put it on the puppy who was running circles around him.
"Have fun," she derided.
Gladly, Fitz thought as he went outside on the back patio to do his stretches.
Olivia's assault on the cucumber stopped once Fitz slammed the door behind him. She threw the knife down upon the cutting board to rest an unsteady hand against her forehead. He might not have been aware of the reason for her aggressive approach to chopping vegetables, but he was the fuel behind the fury.
At the approach of dawn, Olivia was awakened suddenly, and she couldn't go back to sleep. Her soul wouldn't let her even though she felt groggy and restless. Something pulled her toward the window and what greeted her there was something she hadn't expected. Or someone.
Olivia recognized the vague silhouette of a man moving gracefully upon a banister on the back patio. His body moved effortlessly as his arms formed brief poses of some sort of martial art, except this entailed total concentration and oneness of body, mind, soul and nature. Interest took hold of her. And lust. The man had on his shorts and his muscles undulated faintly beneath his sinewy skin. It was a demonstration of strength, agility, and the ability to protect whoever wanted to be.
Olivia tried to channel her emotions to finish cooking. She finished chopping the vegetables to go with the green salad she was preparing, and also resumed seasoning the baked chicken and placed it into the oven. She started on dessert, which was her father's cheesecake, the closest thing to the New York specialty. Her father had taught her to make it to almost perfection. The memories associated with many weekends in their kitchen being taught how to cook made her smile warmly in reflection.
After she prepared her cheesecake to go into the oven, she shifted slightly to glance out the window, wiping her hands upon a towel. Fitz was just emerging from the somewhere down on the beach, running back toward the house with his shirt tossed over his shoulder. The sweat coating his body in a healthy glow displayed just what the vigorous effects of a workout could do.
Liv watched steadfast, unable to tear her eyes away from him. He stopped just at the base of the stairs to stretch and check his pulse. Sweat wasn't the only thing oozing from his pores. The man possessed an untouchable sex appeal that most guys could only imagine to have.
Fitz turned around, his eyes scanning the house until he came to her staring back at him from the window. Gazes locked for drawn seconds of time, and both were unable to move. Olivia's breathing quickened, and she knew it was rude to stare, but she couldn't break the stupor she was in.
A second more passed before Fitz was set into motion. He bounded up the stairs of the back porch effortlessly and came through the screen door that connected to the laundry room just before the kitchen. Once he reached the connecting archway, he paused there as if he had been in a war and hadn't seen her in years. But it was only a brief pause before he inched his way toward her. With each step forward, Liv took one step back until he backed her into a wall and came upon her to prolong her escape.
Fitz's strong, sweaty arms cautiously entwined around Olivia's waist and pulled her to him to bring their mouths together. Liv's lips parted readily to greet his passionate invasion. She allowed him to drink his fill of her and while she daintily suckled upon his surging tongue, sampling everything her sweet mouth had to give. A deep, primal growl sounded from his throat as her arms came up to enfold around his neck. Fitz's response was to grasp her bottom with both his hands, molding it firmly as he lifted her to him. Liv felt the solid ridge pressed against her stomach. It was a very good indication of what he wanted and what he was willing to give her.
Fitz's mouth transferred to her neck, where he suckled gently upon the soft surface. Olivia's eyes fluttered close and sweet eddies of pleasure resided in her. He murmured against her neck, sending vibrations against her that made her shiver. Then he came back and resumed kissing her, cradling her head in his hands to hold her still for his deep, intimate assault.
The polite ding of the oven slowed the ferocity of the kiss to a few lingering pecks. Fitz eased back, his hands running down her body and up again to grip her shoulders. His chest was heaving, as was hers, the adrenaline of the kiss rushing through their veins. Olivia's light cocoa eyes studied the penetrating cerulean of his and identified the desire mirroring in her own. The want. The need was strong between them and one word from her could tip him over the edge.
Her mouth eased back into a small, shy smile as she timidly glanced up at him. "I need to get that," she replied, her voice just above a whisper.
Fitz's gaze diverted to her lips. "I can think of something else you can get."
"Unless you like your chicken Cajun-style, then I suggest you let me go."
His eyes reflected puzzlement and curiosity. "Cajun?"
"A little burnt."
"Oh, that Cajun. As a matter of fact, I don't." Fitz took a step back, his arms sliding from around her waist and falling to his side. "I think I'm gonna take a good long shower. A cold one," he added.
Olivia glanced away, wrapping her arms around herself. "Good idea."
His eyes locked upon her downcast face before he left the room. Olivia was still shivering from the surge of electricity that flowed between their bodies every time he was near. Indistinctly, her ears picked up on the flow of a shower going, and it totally rocked her to know that Fitzgerald Grant III was naked as the day he was born with only a little walking distance separating them. But she knew this distance would have to remain for now. She was in way over her head.
Olivia found herself sitting next to Fitz on the couch in the living room after dinner that evening. She was bundled comfortably in a quilt his grandmother had made years ago as she studied the movie playing on the TV.
The tension was still palpable in the atmosphere, and it constantly continued to churn around them. Throughout dinner they hardly said a thing. And now, sitting in front of the TV, they welcomed the background noise from the TV while maintaining a comfortable but would on occasion cast side glances toward each other. Olivia had buried herself in the blanket, almost as if to cover her body that was ashamedly aroused by his nearness. She cursed her peaking nipples against her bra and her throbbing femininity that craved a need only Fitz could answer.
He continued to gingerly nurse his cup of coffee, savoring the roasted flavor. The aroma smelt divine and was so rich, Liv could almost taste it as it wafted beneath her nose. It kept her awake along with the apprehension of what could possibly happen if she decided to fall asleep on the couch.
"Sure you don't want any?" he suddenly asked.
Olivia slightly jumped at his deep timbre piercing the stillness and quickly shook her head. "I'm not a big coffee drinker."
He took another swallow. "Surprise, surprise," he sighed. "Your hobby list seems pretty limited. Is there anything you like to do?"
"Breathe," Olivia said sarcastically.
Fitz released a dry scoff. "Ah. Suppose it can't get any better than that."
"You better believe it," she replied before she rose from the couch to wander about the room. She had wanted to get away from the surrounding presence that Fitz seemed to exude, but she couldn't escape his steady eyes burning into her. But she tried to ignore him as she browsed the far left wall at the corner of the living room. It was lined with pictures, many of them mere glimpses into Fitz's childhood. Three in particular were placed in a pyramid fashion, and she stopped to examine them.
They were wedding photos, the top one was dated and in black and white. Her eyes studied the older photograph, examining the impression of the picture and background.
"Suddenly interested in my family?"
Olivia briefly glanced over her shoulder before she turned straight ahead. She had assumed that the couple poised before the camera in their traditional wedding wear had a real resemblance to the man boring a hole into her back.
"Who are they?"
Fitz's mouth tipped into a smile as he reclined comfortably upon the sofa and placed his booted feet upon the coffee table. "Those are my grandparents, Fitzgerald and Dorothy Grant. They married long ago on their peach farm back home. Anyone married gets to place their wedding picture on the wall."
Olivia said nothing but shifted her gaze to the next picture. This photograph in particular arrested her because the man in the picture reminded her so much of Fitz. But this man was a little more hard-edge and tension-filled where Fitz was more at ease. At least that's what he had appeared to be in the progression of the previous photographs she had spied him in.
However, although his stature bespoke of a hardened manner, his eyes were sparkling with appreciation and adoration at his bride was frozen in time. And due to the slightly rounded stomach of his wife, they were already starting a family together. Olivia supposed that he was humbled and benevolent only by her.
And the young woman was simply breathtaking. The even tone of her mocha-hued skin to the twinkle lodged in her expressive hazel eyes made Olivia curious as to whom this woman could possibly be.
"Who are these two?"
"Jerry and his wife, Alexa. He was the first to get married. Blew us all away to know that he fell in love with someone, but it was even more shocking to learn he'd fallen for a presidential candidate's daughter. You see, Jerry absolutely hates politics with a passion, no matter which party it is and everything in between."
She turned to look over her shoulder to him. "I hate politics, too," Liv confessed.
Her chocolate brown eyes glanced back to the photograph of Alexa, her mind somewhat recalling fleeting pictures she had caught in the newspapers or on television, but not enough to capture her interest. "Well, you have to admit that many candidates aren't exactly the greatest to vote for, Democrat or Republican."
A light, lilting chuckle floated in the air. "Can't argue with that, Liv. Truthfully, I'm middle of the road. Some things I agree on, some I don't. Just don't tell my grandfather I said that. I've lied to him each time I vote the other way-that being Democrat."
A corner of her mouth lifted in humor. How envious she was of him. His family sounded very close-knit, a togetherness she often wished for her own. She pushed away the deep sense of long slinking around within her as she continued to stare at his brother's bride. Just by looking at it, Olivia clearly understood why any man would be attracted to her, even someone like Fitzgerald Grant III.
"She looks so young. How does she do it?"
Fitz slightly frowned. "By age. She was only twenty when they got married."
Liv rotated on her heel to face him, clearly astonished. "Twenty and pregnant? How old is your brother?"
His glower deepened, not liking where the conversation was heading. "What difference does it make? Girls are getting pregnant even younger nowadays and by the minute. So quit trying to analyze a problem that isn't even there."
Olivia became rigid due to the warning tone in his voice, and how his lowered and deepened with his passion. It told her that she was treading on thin ice, but she still couldn't let the subject go. "But she's just so..."
"Young, yes, we've covered that area already," Fitz quickly covered. "Love comes in different colors, sizes and ages. If you're struck by the arrow, then what the hell can you do?"
Olivia shrugged, pessimistic, but at the same time reflective. Then her eyes glimpsed at his left ring finger before leveling back to his ever-watchful gaze. "With all your philosophy, I don't see your wedding picture up here."
His smile displayed slight bitterness. "That's because I've never been through one. And at this rate, it looks like I'm never gonna get there."
"Why not?"
Fitz's features softened a little more. "The right woman hasn't come along yet to force me. Not yet."
Liv shifted her weight upon her other foot, clutching the quilt around her tighter. "Are you saying that you don't want to get married?"
"No, I'd like to do it someday. Have a woman and a few brats of my own." His smile now morphed into warmth. "Sure, I'd like that, but the timing is off at the moment."
Olivia nodded in understanding before she turned back to the wall. An indescribable feeling took hold of her. Marriage and children was something she also wanted to have in a few years, and it made her feel slightly comforted that even men like Fitz was considering that as a future endeavor.
Her eyes fell upon the next picture in line. "So I'm guessing this picture is of your other brother?"
"That's right. That's Matt, the oldest out of the three of us. Everyone had thought that he wouldn't have married at all, but after Jerry got hitched, we had hope for him. All thanks to Dawn, God bless her. She's one helluva woman, and she's the only one who managed to get Matt to his knees...so to speak."
Like the photogenic bride before, this one shared the illustrious mahogany skin color and exhibited a natural beauty like her sister-in-law. She too was round with child and clearly blessed with the beginning of a happy marriage and family. Olivia couldn't even imagine that her life could ever be that content. And the unique mixture of Fitz's family brought a smile to her face. That was one family who would marry for love regardless of clashing backgrounds and differences. That was rare, even today.
"You have an interesting family," she concluded. "I've never seen one so diverse in one generation. I wouldn't figure that men of your brothers' caliber would even be interested in women of color."
"You would think so," Fitz replied, "but every woman is unique. My brothers just happened to find a certain kind of magic in them that others did not have."
She turned back to him, leaning her back against the wall. "Then what about you? Are you interested in them?"
Fitz's eyes slowly navigated down her body and back again to stare her directly in the eyes. "It seems that I am at the moment."
Olivia blushed a rosy red that even reached the tip of her nose, her eyes diverting from the rich assessment of his. She momentarily glanced up behind her and realization captured her. She noticed that his wedding picture wasn't the only one that was missing.
"What about your parents?"
Fitz immediately sobered up at the introduction of a subject he felt quite uneasy to discuss. He shifted slightly upon the couch and casually took his feet off the table. It was as if he was taking his time to deliberate of what to say.
"What about them?" he finally asked in a deadpan voice.
Detecting the dramatic change in tone, Olivia suddenly didn't want to ask, but something within her wouldn't let her hold the question in. "How come there isn't a picture of them up here?" she asked. "Did they even marry?"
"Yeah, they did."
The short, clipped answer that was clearly telling her to back off wasn't enough to deter her. "Then why aren't they up?"
"Because."
"I don't understand."
Cautiously, Fitz placed his cup down upon the coffee table before resting his cool cerulean eyes directly upon her as he fully surrendered his weight back into the couch. "Look, I don't want talk about my parents right now. There's something more...significant that I wanna bring to the this discussion."
"Like what?"
Fitz took a moment to smooth his tongue over his lips. "The kiss."
The air left Olivia's body for a moment before it returned to her. She didn't want him to know how much the mere mention of it agitated her, but Fitz could tell by the obvious sign of her body standing rigidly at attention.
Olivia clutched the blanket around her. "Which do you mean?" she lightly teased. "Last I remember, there was more than one."
Fitz shrugged. "Any of them, really. They all need to come to attention since they deal with the same thing anyway."
She frantically shook her head. "No, but I don't think that bringing it up like this is really necessary."
"Oh, I think it is."
"What is there to discuss? So we kissed. Big deal."
"Ah, but we've kissed more than once, and the last time was almost enough for me to take you on the kitchen table." Fitz's mouth curved slightly at the thought. "Hm, good idea."
"Bad idea," Olivia countered.
"I thought that I'd have after college to find someone to..." she started.
Suddenly, Fitz's inextinguishable aura became very evident to her as she felt him physically move closer. His voice dropped to an intimate, deeper baritone, one that was enough to curl the ends of her hair.
"To what?" he drawled furtively.
"I don't know how to explain it without sounding silly but I basically thought I would find someone that I was comfortable around and could be myself with. But after school, I was spotted by an agent and ever since I have found myself trying to find the delicate balance between my onscreen life and my private life-not that I have much of one. I never seemed to have time and if I did one of us seemed to run out of patience. Is it too much to want someone I can get to know without having to keep my guard up?"
With the impeding nearness of his sexual-exuding body, Olivia had no choice but to turn and face what was becoming unavoidable. She examined his face now masked with intentions that she knew weren't of the amiable kind. No, this was Fitz the Seducer, the kind of Fitz who could spark desire by just his breathing. The man as a whole was an aphrodisiac and seeing him easing his body gradually toward hers sparked fierce, raging fires within her.
"Well, I can't claim to understand the struggle of managing an onscreen life and your private life but I can promise that I won't run out of patience and we can find ways to work around our schedules. As far getting to know you it certainly feels like we've known each other much longer than we have."
Fitz carefully took hold of her hand and lightly placed it upon the rock bulging against the zipper of his jeans. Immediately, his erection lurched at her initial touch. Olivia was mystified. He grasped her hand almost desperately, massaging it to demonstrate what he wanted her to do. Slowly, Olivia flexed her hand, her chocolate brown eyes wide as she watched as Fitz kept his focus on her hand. His eyes shut briefly to free a sharp groan that stated his mounting need.
Fitz opened his eyes to find her staring at him, enthralled, and another brilliant smile surfaced. "Looks like my body seems to know you, darling." His hand came to rest upon her upper thigh and gently massaged it. "I'd like your body to know me. Or does it already?"
Before she could murmur a sound, Fitz effortlessly lifted her to sit sideways across his lap. His hand occupied itself at once, caressing her thigh gently before it journeyed to her neck. She tensed at having his hand massaging the tension-filled knots residing at her nape but he continued to soothe those muscles until her shoulders dropped.
Fitz took her slackened form as compliance and continued his steady seduction. Gently, he nudged her down for a kiss. The instant their lips met, their kiss transformed into one of fierce greed. His tongue surged deep to tango with hers, their passion for one another running rampant.
His tongue withdrew from the sweet, hot cavern of her mouth, diverting his cause to pay attention to her lips. Her bottom lip, full and now somewhat swollen from his possessive kiss, was caught softly between his teeth. Sucking upon it erotically with such skilled expertise made irrepressible shivers to race up and down her spine. This man was only making love to her mouth. She could only imagine how competent he was in bed.
He slightly nudged her away, his mouth kissing gently over every little inch of her face. Fitz gave her a quick peck on the lips before he swiftly latched his mouth onto her neck, hungrily kissing and sucking upon the soft mahogany surface.
Now it was her turn to moan as the sweet force of her desire conquered all of her. Fitz readily unbuttoned her shirt and she allowed him to draw it off of her. His eyes lit upon her black-laced bra, and his hands latched upon the generous mounds to give them a vigorous squeeze. Olivia sighed as he drew the straps from her shoulder and flipped the cups down to observe her bare, soft cocoa-toned breasts one-on-one. Now he held on to them without the barrier of her bra and kneaded them thoroughly.
Liv thought what he was doing was nothing short of heaven. The way his calloused palms would brush against her swelling nipples made the waves of desire crash hard into her. The throbbing at her center intensified and she wasn't sure just how that ache would survive anything more of his proficient ministrations.
Fitz was so enamored with his job of gradually arousing her that his eyes were glued to her breasts, in plain fascination of them. "Beautiful," he gasped in a guttural voice. "Absolutely beautiful."
Olivia was so mystified that she barely realized that he had reached down to inhale one of those dark chocolate nipples into his mouth. He strongly sucked upon the tender nubbin, and Liv had no choice but to hold on to him for dear life. Her head was thrown back, her back arching as she cradled his head to her.
Fitz nudged his hips forward, doing almost anything to rasp his hardness against her. A hand ventured down from one of the breasts he had cupped and went straight toward the waistline of her yoga pants, burrowing beneath them and her thin layer of panties. His deft fingers smoothed down into the damp ebony curls that covered her seeping sex, and the feel of them made Olivia jolt.
His hand went no further than the very tip of her crevice, his fingertips slightly stroking with care. "Open your legs a little wider for me, Livvie."
Olivia's legs opened at his command, and she seemed eager for him to touch her in that throbbing spot. Fitz allowed his forefinger to caress the line between her nether lips before slipping inside. Her slickness allowed him an easy entry, her tight tissues clinging to him desperately. He groaned at the discovery of her tightness and he wished that another part of him was in her, reveling in that lovely softness.
"God, yes," he choked out, trying to get his emotions under control. "Your body's starting to know me real well."
Olivia quivered as Fitz continued to explore her flesh, his fingers moving as deep within her as they could go. He persistently caressed her expanding sex resting at the apex at her thighs, increasing the need for release that was building within her. His other arm remained embraced around her as he continued to nurse on her breasts. Liv moaned uncontrollably as she felt herself get nearer to a climax. She began rocking her hips into the rhythm of his steady hand.
Abruptly, Fitz withdrew his hand, causing Olivia to groan in harsh dismay. Her eyes opened to behold his hands going to his pants to unfasten them. Even though one was slick with her honey, Fitz managed to force open his zipper and tuck his boxer briefs down to release the hard, throbbing staff from its confines.
He shifted his hips comfortably for her to have better access to his aching, purple member. "Wrap your hand around it, baby," he rasped in a husky tone.
His erection was almost touching his abdomen, his blood pulsing turbulently along with his lust to give it life. She gave him testing several squeezes, and each time he would moan and squirm beneath her searing touch.
Her eyes were drawn into the hazy cerulean of his, holding her transfixed. Fitz placed her hand back upon him and held it there as he guided her into the rhythm of stroking him. Once she learned the best ways to evoke the strongest reactions out of him, Fitz relaxed back to enjoy the ride and allowed her to do the driving. Olivia watched him with total absorption at the way he bit his bottom lip or the way his long, brown lashes swept his cheeks as he lost himself to the sensation.
Another masculine groan left his throat, his hips lifting into her. "Yes, keep doing that," he grunted. "Get me off, baby, and I'll do the same for you."
The influence he had on her slowly waned as she soon realized what she was doing. Her firm grasp around him softened as she tried to break the reverie. "Fitz-"
Before she could say anything else, she was cut off by his lips seizing hers. His hand delved back beneath her clothes to revisit the moist haven between her legs. His fingers returned to their home inside her as his thumb discovered her bud once more, still engorged, slick, and tender. He teased it lightly until his petting became heavier, needier and urgent. The wondrous pace he was setting within her sped her own steady hand. He curled his fingers inside of her increasing her pleasure tenfold. Their lips parted to release the harsh breathing their lungs bellowed out.
Liv felt her legs twitch as he rubbed faster, feminine cries breaking for her delicate throat as she tossed her head back. Her hips bucked wildly and did a final, abrupt jolt as she climaxed hard, her screams echoing in the room. The hot, smooth rod pulsing in her hand jerked as well, sending a clear signal that Fitz was about to follow her into a glorious oblivion.
Along with his long release came the thick substance of his being, blasting out to coat her stomach, arm, hand, and a partial of her breast. Fitz's straining body went slack, his body relaxing upon the couch as he breathed as if he had just finished running a marathon. Olivia fell weakly upon on him, and Fitz's hand reached up to stroke her hair, brushing the few wayward strands back down into place. He murmured tiredly of the praises due to her which made her smile dreamily.
Olivia had never felt so complete, and he hadn't even performed the full act with her. She was in a dream state where she thought she could just love his voice sleepily tell her words of appreciation after thoroughly making love to her with such great care.
But then, the realization of her thoughts struck her. What was this they were turning into? He was someone who was helping her escape the realities that awaited them both and that wouldn't be an excuse for much longer. This sexy man had brought her to an orgasm so intense that she was still shaking in the aftermath of it. What would happen when the weekend ended? When the pictures of them inevitably were printed and published? What would she say when questions were asked? What would he say? At the thought of him trying to label them Mellie popped into her mind and she couldn't erase Fitz's tangible connection to her. She was losing her head over a situation she had little control over.
Bombarded by her different thoughts warring for attention made her panic, and Olivia bolted upright in his lap. She glanced back to see Fitz languidly staring up at her, his blue eyes jovial as he took in the sight of her and all that covered her.
"Damn, made quite a mess," he replied in a scratchy, lazy timbre. "I knew it was a bad idea to do that. Would have been better for me to just come inside you. I guess that'll be saved for the next time."
Liv hastily hopped off his lap, snatching up her discarded shirt and covering herself. The sudden mood change made Fitz's lazy grin fade, an intense frown taking its place. "And where are you going?"
His voice was devoid of warmth, and the firmness behind it nailed Liv in place, making it almost impossible for her to go anywhere. She remained ramrod straight and refused to look at him. "I'm going to take a long, hot shower to get cleaned up," she answered stiffly, "and then I'm going to bed."
Fitz glanced down at what was on his own shirt and shook his head briefly at his own idiocy. "Not a bad idea," he concurred. "I'll do the same before I join you." His head tilted to the side. "Or perhaps it'll be just better if we take one together."
Olivia's eyes flashed of shock as they directed themselves back into his direction. "I don't think that's wise."
The scowl, as if it was possible, deepened. "Don't tell me you're backing down after what just happened. I know you're not about to. Not after that."
Olivia glanced down, unable to meet the deep, disturbing coolness his eyes now projected. She wrapped her arms around herself, as if it would protect her. "I'm just not accustomed to being in this position, Fitz. If you can't understand anything about me, understand that."
Fitz stood from the couch and placed his hands upon his hips, his astute gaze tearing into her. "I understand where you're coming from. Now understand me," he started. "Don't think for a moment that us rubbing each other until we came will be the end of it. I want you like hell, Livvie, and judging by your climax, the feeling is mutual. So we're definitely gonna do something about it."
He came around the coffee table to stand before her. Her long lashes lifted to behold the handsome visage of this man who towered over her, his body capable of such power and passions entwined. A lone finger stretched out to stroke an imaginary line down her soft, light cinnamon-colored cheek. "But not tonight," he sighed, watching his finger trail down to brush her lips.
Dear and faithful readers I know it's been...84 years (okay not literally but it feels like it) since I've updated but I've been dealing with some major life changes. Things seem to have settled down so I want to thank each and every reader, follower, and reviewer of this story (and FoF) for being patient. Special thanks to LoreneMichelle41 for checking on me and for the gentle prodding. Hopefully this was worth the wait! Enjoy. OXXO
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If you follow FoF I'm looking to post a short epilogue the will bridge the gap between FoF and it's sequel.