His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 20

OLIVE’s POV

I’d never been fucked in a closet.

Backseats, sure. Hotel bathrooms, once. But never this-never pressed into a tight, dark space with shelves digging into my shoulder blades and the smell of flour and spices thick in the air

The second Zane pushed me inside and shut the door, we were so close I could feel his heartbeat against my breasts, could feel his breath on my neck, could feel how hard he already was pressing against my stomach.

My arms were trapped between us. palms flat against his chest because there was nowhere else to put them. Every breath I took rubbed me against him. Every movement made the space feel smaller.

I’d never felt this caged in my life.

His mouth found mine again-slow, filthy, open-mouthed kisses that tasted like the orange juice we’d been drinking and something darker, something that was just him. I tried to stay quiet, tried not to make noise, but a tiny sound slipped out anyway.

He swallowed it, his lips curving against mine. “Shh,” he whispered, rough and low. “You have to be quiet for me, baby girl. Can’t let them hear how wet you are yet.”

His hands moved up under my sweater, slow, palms dragging over my ribs until his thumbs brushed the lace edge of my bra. Then he cupped my breasts, squeezed just hard enough to make my back arch, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.

He rolled my nipples between his fingers, slow pinches that made my thighs clench, made heat pool low in my stomach.

I was already soaked. Could feel it-the way my leggings stuck to me, the way my body was screaming for him even while my brain reminded me that Hunter and Ryan were right upstairs.

But Zane didn’t care.

His hand slid down, over my stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of my leggings. No hesitation. Just straight between my legs, finding me slick and swollen.

He groaned, quiet, right against my ear. “Look at you. So wet already. And you want us to stay fake?”

I couldn’t answer because he was right. I just pushed into his hand, shameless, because his fingers were circling my clit now -lazy, perfect circles that made my knees weak.

My head fell back against a shelf. Something rattled. I froze.

But he didn’t stop. Just kept touching me, slow strokes, dipping lower to slide through my folds, teasing my entrance but not pushing in. Just coating his fingers. Bringing them back up to rub my clit again.

“Zane-” His name came out broken, barely any air behind it.

“Shh,” he said again, softer. His lips brushed my throat. “You do want them catching us, do you?”

Then he dropped to his knees.

Slowly. So slowly I felt every inch of space he left behind.

His hands hooked into my leggings and panties, and he peeled them down-not all the way, just to mid-thigh, trapping my legs together. Cool air hit my bare skin and I shivered, and then his mouth came hard, warm and open, kissing the inside of my thigh.

I slapped a hand over my mouth before he even touched me where I needed.

The first lick was long and flat, dragging up my entire pussy, slow enough that I felt every second of it. My whole body jerked. He did it again, slower this time, parting me with his tongue, tasting me like he was starving.

When he reached my clit, he circled it gently, then sucked–just a little pull that made my hips roll forward.

I whimpered behind my hand, eyes squeezed shut.

He pulled back just enough to whisper. “You taste so fucking good I could stay here all night.”

Then his tongue pushed inside me, curling, fucking me slow while his thumb rubbed my clit in lazy circles. My legs started shaking. I could hear myself making these tiny, broken sounds I couldn’t control, muffled against my palm.

He added a finger-thick, sliding in easily because I was so wet-curled it, dragged it out, pushed back in with two. I bit my hand to keep myself from crying out. He crooked them just righ and I saw stars, my hips grinding down on his face.

He didn’t rush. Took his time. Licking, sucking, fingering me open like he was memorizing every reaction, every time I tensed. every time my thighs twitched.

When he sucked my clit again-harder this time, tongue flicking fast-I couldn’t hold back. I came quiet, shaking, tears pricking my eyes, thighs clamped around his head while he kept going, gentle now, licking me through it until I was boneless.

He stood slowly, kissing his way back up my body, hands sliding under my sweater again. I was still trembling when he turned me around, pressing my front to the shelves, making can rattle.

“Hold on,” he whispered.

I grabbed whatever I could-flour bags, boxes-knuckles white.

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