Olivia's dreams were filled with him. Every single dream was hotter than the last, enough to push her to the brink of no return. Even in her dreams he was demanding but he gave just as much as he got. Fitzgerald Grant III had a way with words, and his sexy timbre ignited her nerve endings with a fire she never knew resided in her. Most of all, he had a way of showing her-through his actions-just how attentive he could be. It should have shaken her, being the focus of such intensity but she had a feeling that he would not be satisfied until they saw just how far things could go between them.
Barely edging out of another dream with fantasy Fitz, she returned to deep sleep, determined to cast him from her dreams. But after sleeping peacefully for a while she found herself in a nightmare that she could not shake until it began to fade as a consuming need suddenly filled her. Olivia's body temperature gradually rose, an unusual heat coiling in her belly that slithered throughout her entire being. It was strange, since her current dream excluded the one man who made her body burn, but she knew instantly that it was from something else.
She stirred but stilled as soon as she felt something warm nuzzling against her chest. Olivia gasped in unexpected surprise when she felt an exposed nipple being sucked inside something hot but wet, a rough appendage rasping against the dark bud to help it stand at attention.
Olivia's sleepy eyes snapped awake, her back unconsciously arching against the wonderful sensation that was causing a deep want to grow within her. Her eyes wandered down, and from the moonlight that enveloped the room, Olivia witnessed a dark head bent over her, paying homage to her left breast. She would have moved, but what she was experiencing nearly crippled her. It took a lot of restraint to keep from cuddling that amazing head full of thick, curly brown hair closer to her; but cradling him would only encourage an act more sensual and thorough than their performance in the living room. If anything, she had to make him stop before logic escaped her completely and she gave into the need that had begun coursing through her body.
"Fitz," she cried breathlessly, closing her eyes briefly to catch her fleeting bearings. "What are you doing?"
He elevated his head slightly, keeping his mouth wrapped around her nipple until he could no longer hold onto it. Inscrutable eyes captured hers in a look so intense, Olivia's heartbeat kicked into overdrive. The way the moonlight played on his ardently drawn features made him deliciously handsome-his chiseled face full of expressions filled with play and seductive intent.
A rough thumb rasped across her nipple, keeping the bud painfully taut. "I wanted to make sure you were alright. I heard you crying out in your sleep not too long ago."
Olivia relieved a heavy sigh. "But you said I'd have until tomorrow..."
He leisurely kissed one hard inflamed nipple before his eyes briefly gleamed on hers. "It is tomorrow," he pointed out. "It's five past twelve."
Five minutes? He could only wait five minutes past midnight? Olivia could only surmise that he had plotted this since he had touched her that evening and began his delightful assault on her body as soon as the clock struck twelve.
Fitz dipped his head back down to her nipple, entrapping it between his teeth and pulling on it a little before sucking it back into his mouth. Olivia released a shaky moan. With a look from the man, Olivia nearly lost it, but with him touching her it was almost too much.
She shifted restlessly beneath him, trying her best to shrink herself into the mattress to dislodge her nipple from the deep, wanton suction his mouth provided. "Fitz, you should probably stop so that we can get some rest," she stuttered.
Frankly, he was hell-bent in his seduction and continued as if he hadn't heard her. With a taste of reluctance, he finally released her delicate nubbin, giving it a provocative lick. "Mmm, I was just making sure you were distracted since you sounded so distraught while you were sleeping." His eyes shifted to the left, the dark blue pools reflecting marvel interest at the other breast. "I think I should keep you a little more distracted so that you can get back to sleep. How does that sound?"
Olivia shook her head, which was muddled with a harsh need, but she had lacked the energy to stop Fitz's quick descent in capturing the second nipple. He manipulated it, his delightful tongue swirling about the prospering bud before drawing hard on it. A moan surged from her throat, followed by another. Slowly, she felt her hands crawling toward that illustrious mane of curls, burying her fingers into his hair and keeping him near, knowing very well that she shouldn't just yet.
"Fitz, please," she begged, even as she felt herself relaxing, opening her body completely to him.
Again, he seemed to ignore her but then he lifted his head to have his nose briefly nuzzle the now glistening bud before blowing upon it. A shiver sharply went through her, and Fitz smiled smugly with approval. "See? Look how much better you're doing. When I came in here you looked like you were in the middle of a fight and now you're docile," he burred gently, his voice sending a familiar tingle down in her very core.
He lifted a forefinger to trail along the curve of her nose, following it with ardent fascination as it landed on her full, puckered lips to outline it. "They taste as good as another part of you—you're just sweet all over, sweetheart."
Olivia watched his reaction warily as she unconsciously took his finger into her mouth, her tongue caressing it. His face flinched as if the pleasure was too much for him but she was intrigued by the way his eyes melted with deep anticipation.
"I think you've run out of things to say," Fitz replied as he withdrew his finger and leaned close so that his own mouth hovered over hers, "but just in case you haven't I can think of better ways to use that instead of wasting your words trying to deny what's between us." His lips connected to hers, his tongue instantly sweeping past her parted lips, taking possession of what he wanted to have and what Olivia really wanted to give him.
His nimble hands made short work of his shirt that she was using to sleep in—now bunched up past her breasts. He pulled upon it as he parted his lips from hers, persuading her to sit up. The shirt was whisked over her head and tossed into some random, dark corner. Fitz gently pushed her back down, his hands transferring from her shoulders to her panties. His fingers briefly caressed her through the soft, cotton fabric, making Olivia close her eyes to savor his arousing ministrations.
"Raise your hips up for me, sweetheart."
With every single resistance within her gone, Olivia raised them for Fitz to carefully pull her panties down her legs and tossed them from sight. But Olivia's sight was dead upon him, full of white hot desire and need. She took in his already nude form as he thoroughly studied hers, which was everything she had imagined him to be. Strong, lithe and able. She wanted him. She wanted everything he had to give her for as long as he was willing to share.
She reached out for him, her eyes hazily pleading. "Fitz, please. Now."
Fitz moved back on top of her, pulling her body into him. They both quivered at the initial contact of skin upon skin, their hands exploring each other. He did nothing but hold her, feeling her beneath his browsing hands and waiting for him to fill her drove her insane.
"Fitz," she began, pleading again.
"Shhh, Livvie," he whispered huskily. "Let me hold you for a minute. Just one minute. I just love the feel of your skin against mine." He nuzzled her shoulder with a light stubbly cheek. "I just love the smell of it, tangy and spicy at the same time. So even toned and delicious, like creamy milk chocolate. Mmm, I could eat you all night like the sweetness you are."
The cerulean blue of his eyes glittered dangerously from the way the moonlight struck them and a faint, playful smile spread across his face. "You don't believe me?"
Fitz didn't give her a chance to doubt. His attention soon turned to the lower half of her body where he happily dove face first to sample the sweet honey that gave off such an overpowering fragrance. Olivia's hips rocketed from the bed, a loud cry emerging from her lips. Her hands immediately went to spear into his curly brown hair, cradling him closer to give her the most sinful of kisses.
The mounting desire within her increased to fever pitch. Her hips continued to move against his exploring tongue and mouth, savoring every intimate inch of her womanhood. Olivia's eyes rolled into the back of her head, her legs quaking with need and the foretelling of her climax. But Fitz suddenly stopped before she could reach it.
"You thought I was going to let you come without me?" Olivia's chocolate brown eyes flashed at him with resentment, but the glare was only greeted with a lopsided smile. "Later on, I'll make it up to you. You can hold me to that."
Fitz reached over to the side of the bed for the nightstand drawer. After fumbling around, he withdrew a small wrapped object which he tore into hastily. He carefully sheathed himself with the condom before positioning himself above her. His muscular arms braced him as he partially inserted himself within her, relishing the tight grip her body had on him. His eyes traced her features, a strained look upon his as he did his best to keep from ramming into her recklessly. He would make their first time coming together good for her-it was already being branded deep within his mind.
"Do you want this, Livvie?" he asked for assurance. "Last chance to change your mind." He sent up a quick mental prayer asking for patience because the strain of holding himself just barely inside of her, feeling her warmth surrounding him was going to send him over the edge. She was so damn tight.
Olivia grabbed hold of his muscular butt. She could just feel the tense strain humming through his body as he held himself still waiting for her answer. "I want it. I want you."
Fitz smiled ruefully. "Good, because I don't think I could stop now, not even at gunpoint." He held her body closer. "I can tell it's been a while for you but I will make it good for you, I promise."
He nudged her face up so that her lips could welcome his. His fingers deftly went to one of her breasts, delicately squeezing the firm mound and teasing her erect nipple. With each moment the kiss continued so to did the desire simmering between them until it was once again brought to a boiling point.
With care, he began to move within her, each skillful thrust placing him further into her and stretching her to fit him. He freed a profound groan of elation to feel her finally surrounding all of him in a hot, tight sheath. He drew her legs up to wrap around his waist to secure her more into him.
Fitz was causing beautiful, passionate stirrings to unfurl within her body. Olivia had never felt so full, with Fitz was thrusting between her legs with such confidence and authority. She held on to the powerhouse that moved with such guided precision into her, her naills grazing his corded back. With each delicate glide he took into her moist sanctuary, the harder her nails pressed into his back, scoring the sinewy skin there. Fitz growled fiercely, his eyes flashing dangerously as they stared into her very soul.
"Yes," he rumbled hoarsely, his arms constricting around her before burying his face into her neck. "Show me how you want it. Let me know how good I'm making you feel, Liv. Mark me and let me feel it."
Feminine moans sailed from Olivia's throat, voicing with passion exactly how good Fitz was making her feel.
Fitz angled himself more to rasp himself against her throbbing, prospering bud to bring her closer to climax. Olivia could feel the fury build within the very marrow of her bones and the fire fanned her skin. With a sharp arch of her back, Olivia released a long passionate scream, her nails streaking across the broadness of Fitz's back.
He swore viciously, but she was not too far gone to feel the harsh shudder that went through his body as he reached his own release-his voice husky and masculine as her name escaped him. Spent, Fitz surrendered his weight to hers, his face buried again into her neck and the hot air of his breath searing her perspired skin.
For a moment, neither had the energy to move or speak. A serene quiet had descended upon the room. The only sounds breaking into that peace were their breathing and the distant sound of waves crashing on the shore.
Sorry for the delay but I've been wrestling with this chapter for a while. I know it ends on a mild cliffhanger so I'll be posting chapter nine within the next couple days (hopefully). Thanks again for the favorites, follows and the reviews! OXXO