The Hockey Captain’s Unwanted Wife (Blair and Grayson) novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145

~OLIVIA~

I was upset.

I had been in the water trying to be seductive and he was acting like the ocean was empty. Like I wasn’t out here.

Intentional. That was what it felt like. Ignore the girl in the red bikini. Count stars. Pretend the shower had not happened.

I got out angrily. I was not going to let him ignore me tonight. Not after knowing he wanted me too even though he tried to fight it.

I walked straight to him, dripping on his blanket, on his chest, on the man who would not look at me until the water hit his skin.

Then he looked. His eyes dragged down the droplets on my body–throat, breasts, stomach, the ties at my hips. I shivered. It had nothing to do with the cold.

I bent over him for the phone I had left on his blanket. He stiffened the closer I got. I felt it. The lock in his shoulders. The breath he held like I was a test he had already failed once today.

I straightened.

“Maybe I should call Luca,” I said, loud enough. “Everyone is asleep. No one will expect him.”

His hands shot out almost immediately.

He grabbed my legs and pulled me down so I was now straddling him.

“What are you doing?” He demanded with fire in his eyes.

Bingo.

“Calling Luca.”

“I told you to stop having anything to do with him.”

“You don’t control me. I’m going to-”

His mouth covered mine.

He ripped the phone out of my hand and flung it into the sand. I gasped into the kiss, shocked and so freaking happy.

It was rough. Heated. This was a man who had run out of better options. I could feel how hard he was under me against the wet scrap of my bottoms.

Now that I knew how big he was, I wondered what it would feel like to have him stretch me. The thought made me roll my hips. He groaned into my mouth like it hurt.

He yanked the bikini top down.

For a second he just stared at my breasts. His expression turned to pain.

Then he leaned down and I felt his hair against my skin as he pulled one nipple into his mouth and sucked. Hard. My head fell back.

I was instantly, humiliatingly wet. He switched to the other side, teeth, tongue, a sound in his throat like he had been thinking about this for a long time now.

“Roman-”

He did not answer with words. He sucked harder.

His hands spanned my waist, then my ass, pulling me down against the line of his cock. I felt every inch through his shorts. I wanted them gone. I did not wish to have anything between us.

He did not stop there.

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Chapter 145

He untied the bottoms with fingers that were not steady. The strings gave. He rolled me under him on the blanket. My top still shoved down. My bottoms gone.

His gaze dropped between my legs and stayed there.

I got hotter watching him stare at my pussy like that.

Like he had been denied it. Like he was angry it was his now anyway.

He teased my opening with one finger. Slow. It was soaking already. He looked pleased for some reason

Then he slipped it inside. Slow. Oh so very slow.

“Fuck.” He pushed all the way in. I cried out. He added a second finger and the stretch forced a sound out of me I did not recognize.

He worked them deep, curling, watching my face like he needed the evidence that I was enjoying this.

Then he shocked me as he grabbed my thighs, spread them apart and put his mouth on me.

He gave it one swipe of his tongue and my ass raised off the sand. A groan then vibrated against me. I blushed. Did he like the taste of me?

Then he went in deep, tongue fucking me like he could not get enough.

My hair stuck to my cheek. My hands fisted the blanket. He held my thighs open and ate me like the stars were not watching. Like Ethan was not in that house.

“Roman–please-”

He growled against me and sucked me harder. My back arched off the sand a second time. He did not let me close my legs. He pushed his tongue into me, messy, hungry, two fingers still stretching, and I could not stay quiet.

The ocean covered some of it. Not all. He did not seem to care. He chased every sound I made like it was

music to his ear.

I came apart on his tongue with his name ripping out of me.

My thighs shook around his head. He sucked me through it until I was too sensitive and still he did not stop right away, as if pulling off was the hard part.

It was.

I felt it when he tore himself back.

He moved off me like the blanket had caught fire. Breathing hard. Mouth wet. Eyes dark. His hands flexed at his sides like he wanted to put them back on me and would not.

“Go inside.”

For a moment, I could not believe I’d heard him correctly.

I gaped at him, still shaking, still naked. Bottoms lost in the sand.

“What-”

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