I’m just about ready to explode, but the ride upstairs in the elevator takes forever, the doors opening on what feels like every other floor as every other freaking guest in the hotel shuffles on and off. A frizzy-haired teenage girl screaming into a cell phone about someone stealing her prom date. An old lady dragging an oxygen tank decorated with an enormous pink bow. Four guys wearing matching lounge pants printed with the American flag. Olivia and I catch eyes in the mirror, and she giggles incredulously. I can’t help but grin back. She looks lighter than I’m used to seeing her, more relaxed somehow.

Although I guess that could just be the haze of lust.

Finally, the doors slide open on our floor and I take Olivia’s hand, the two of us practically sprinting down the hallway. I fumble with the key card like a dumbass, jamming it in and out of the slot while the indicator light blinks infuriatingly red.

“Let me.” After my third botched attempt Olivia takes the card from my hand and slides it in with a practiced flick of her wrist. The door opens, and we tumble into the dark room.

“Oh, thank God,” I mutter, pushing her up against the wall. I kiss her hard and fast, no time to fuck around this time. I need her too badly for that.

Her mouth is soft, and so damn sweet I can’t get enough. Olivia moans softly against me, and I’m trying not to be an asshole, but I need to feel her, every curve and inch of that incredible body. My hands are already up under her top, palming her breasts and teasing her nipples, and it feels like my cock is going to bust right through my zipper.

“Bed, now,” I order her, but she doesn’t move fast enough so I lift her up and toss her onto the mattress before joining her there. Olivia wraps her legs around my waist, and I snap open the button on her shorts and slide a hand down into her panties.

Jesus fuck, she’s already soaking wet.

She arches off the bed as I tug her shorts off, shimmying out of her tank top for good measure. Her underwear is a matching set, delicate and expensive-looking, and any other night—any other woman—I’d have her put on a show for me. But my lust is like a fucking tidal wave, and there’s no holding it back. I suck at her breast through the lacy fabric before stripping her bra off.

“Fuck, Liv,” I groan once she’s topless, my eyes flicking hungrily over the fullness of her breasts, her dark pink nipples so perfectly tight. I duck my head, rubbing my end-of-the-day scruff over her pale, luminous skin. Suddenly I want to mark her as mine.

I kiss and tease her breasts until Olivia is moaning, then I work my way down her stomach, using one shoulder to knock her legs wide apart before parking myself between her thighs. Right here, this is where I’ve needed to be. Making her shudder and whimper for more.

Making her gasp my name.

I tease her clit with the kind of single-mindedness I haven’t felt since I used to play ball. Olivia rewards me with these breathy little moans, her fingers clenching and relaxing in my hair. She tastes like the ocean, clean and briny. Damn, I never want to stop, and I don’t—not until her body arches, and she comes off up the mattress with a cry, climaxing against my mouth.

“Ryan!” she gasps, and I feel like a damn hero, watching the pleasure shake through her. “Oh my God.”

“Sweetheart, I’m just getting started.”

Olivia lifts her head, flushed, yanking me up on the mattress so we’re face to face. “Ryan,” she says, fingers digging into my biceps. “Please.”

I raise my eyebrows, teasing, pushing my cock roughly against her hip. “Please what?”

“You know what.” Olivia laughs, her head dropping back against the pillows. “Are you seriously going to make me say it?”

“I don’t know what you want, princess,” I tell her, unable to keep the shit-eating grin off my face. “You have to spell it out for me.”

Her stomach shakes with laughter, but she meets my eyes with a smirk. “Fuck me. Please.”

Goddamn.

“At your service.” I kiss her again before rolling off the mattress to grab a condom, shedding my shorts and T-shirt on the way back to bed. As soon as I’ve got it on Olivia is climbing back into my lap.

“Are you going to make me come again?” she asks, teasing, moving to straddle me. My cock jolts again hearing her talk dirty.

“Say that again?”

“Which part?” She leans closer, her wet lips against my ear. “That I want you to fuck me, or that I need you to make me come?”

I groan, so fucking turned on I can’t take it. She giggles. “What?” She reaches down and wraps a hand around my cock. “I know the words.”

“What words?”

Olivia laughs. “Let’s see if I can’t make you say some instead,” she says, and then she’s sinking down onto me. So tight, so hot, I just about lose my mind. I groan again, my head dropping forward onto her shoulder, my hips surging up to meet her, embed me even deeper.

Olivia lets out a guttural cry, tossing her head back, and Christ, I’m going to be lucky if I don’t come three seconds into this.

I grit my teeth and try to last. Damn, I want to remember exactly how she looks right now: brow sweetly furrowed in concentration and messy hair everywhere, a flash of wet pink tongue at the corner of her mouth. She’s grinding on top of me, finding her rhythm, sending me to heaven and back.

“Is this how you like it?” I growl, watching her color rise. “You want to be in control, princess?”

She moans her response, moving faster now, mouth dropping open in pleasure and wide eyes locking on mine. She thrusts at me, does some wicked circle thing with her hips, and I have to hold on for dear life to keep exploding right then and there. “Fuck, Liv, do that again.”

Olivia bites her lip and smiles at me, her head dropping back as she slows, finding a new heavy rhythm. I surge deeper, matching her stroke for stroke as I find her clit with one thumb, growling with pleasure at the sudden clutch of her cunt.

“Just like that,” she whimpers. “Don’t stop.”

“Not stopping,” I promise. Holy shit, am I ever not stopping. I’d do this until I die, but another few thrusts, and Olivia digs her nails into my shoulders. “Fuck, Ryan, I’m going to—”

So am I, I realize suddenly, the rush of it coming on hard and sudden.

“Don’t stop,” she orders me again, gasping. “Oh God, please don’t stop!”

I grab her hips hard and thrust up, embedding my cock deep inside her over and over again. Olivia cries out, louder, and it’s the sexiest damn sound I’ve ever heard. She rides me hard, gasping, until finally I feel her clench and shudder around me, and she shatters with a scream.

Fuck. Fuck.

I explode with a roar, even as she’s coming apart. White-hot pleasure crashes through me, and it’s so fucking intense, all I can do is hold on and lose myself in the feel of her, wild and unleashed in my arms as the climax takes us both.

Goddamn.

When it’s finally over we just lie there, Olivia’s breath warm against my ear. Every time I run my fingertips up her back her whole body shivers, so I keep doing it. I know I need to say something, but when I open my mouth all I can come up with is, “Fuck.”

“Uh-huh,” Olivia laughs into my shoulder. The curve of her smile is like a brand against my skin. “Let’s do it again.”