A Beautiful Mess (27 page)

“You see,” he exhaled. “My best friend when I was little, her name was Olivia, too.” He decided against telling her the truth, at least for the time being. “And I didn’t want Adele to know that you had the same name as her. I didn’t want you to think the only reason I’m dating you is because of your name. And Adele knew my other Olivia and hated her. She was so jealous of her because I would always spend time with her instead of Adele.”

Alexander looked at Olivia, trying to gauge her reaction. “Alexander, you could have told me. It’s not that uncommon of a name. Hell, my first name is Sarah anyway. Not Olivia.”

“I know. But the way Adele was looking at you, I was just worried she would do something spiteful. And I wanted to protect you from that. I will always protect you, angel.” Alexander tilted Olivia’s chin up, staring into her deep, dark eyes.

“Alexander, you can’t always protect me. But you can just be honest with me. That’s all I care about.”

“And I will. I promise. From now on. I will be honest with you.” Alexander regretted those words the minute he uttered them, knowing that keeping the truth from her was just as bad as lying. But he was doing it to protect her. “So, do you forgive me?”

She thought about it as she studied his vibrant green eyes. She exhaled. “Yes.”

Alexander grabbed Olivia around her waist, pulling her body flush with his, crushing his mouth to hers. It was a fevered, passionate kiss, tongues dancing, communicating how much they had missed each other during their one week separation. Olivia’s body was on fire from the closeness of Alexander to her once again, his mouth pressed against hers. She grabbed his head, running her fingers through his hair, not caring that people roaming the streets were whistling at them.

Alexander pulled away, grinning. “God, I missed your lips, Love,” he whispered against her neck as he gently grabbed onto her hips, lifting her up and playfully spinning her around before planting her feet back on the ground.

“I missed you too, Alexander,” she said, completely breathless from that kiss.

“Want to come back to my place? You can see Runner.”

“Well, as long as I can see Runner. If not, you’d have to provide some other sort of incentive for me.”

“Oh, Miss Adler,” he said, leaning toward her ear, his husky voice sending shivers throughout Olivia’s body. “I can definitely provide some sort of incentive.” He pressed up against her and she gasped at his erection. He nibbled on her ear lobe and neck, making Olivia almost lose her balance.

Alexander held onto her hips, helping to steady her. “Is that a yes, Love?”

“Yes,” she breathed out, her mind reeling from the overwhelming feelings coursing through her body from Alexander’s touch. “Always. Yes.”

A
LEXANDER
slammed Olivia against the back wall of the elevator when they got to his building after leaving MacFadden’s. He had been thinking about those lips ever since he got a sweet taste earlier that evening. He devoured her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was greedy.

Alexander lifted Olivia, his hands on her ass, and she wrapped her long legs around his mid-section, feeling his erection. “God, angel. I want you so bad right now.” He dove in for another impassioned kiss, groaning. The elevator dinged, announcing its arrival on the twenty-fifth floor of Alexander’s building.

Olivia walked out of the elevator into the foyer. Alexander punched a five-digit code into the keypad and the solid black door buzzed, sliding open and allowing them access to his home.

“Additional security is never a bad thing, Miss Adler,” he said, smiling down at her. “Come, let me show you around.” He grabbed her hand, pulling her into the living room.

Olivia looked around, astounded. The penthouse was gorgeous. There were floor-to-ceiling windows throughout the open floor plan. The formal dining room was to the left, leading to a gourmet kitchen with all state-of-the-art stainless steel appliances. To the right was a long corridor leading to his home office and den. Immediately in front of Olivia was a palatial living room. It boasted a large black couch, matching love seat, and a pair of bright red wing-backed chairs next to a gas fireplace. The view from behind the couch was amazing, the lights of boats twinkling on the water twenty-five stories below.

“Runner!” Olivia exclaimed when he came pummeling down the hallway. The dog nearly knocked her over, showering her with his affection.

“Can I interest you in a glass of wine, Miss Adler?” Alexander asked, his tone sensual. The timbre of his voice made Olivia gulp. She released Runner and shook her head, staring into his deep green eyes.

“Good, because I have other plans for you.”

“What did you have in mind, Mr. Burnham?” she asked innocently.

He laughed. “You’ll see.” He grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs to the master bedroom suite, leaving Runner behind. There was a short hallway before opening into a large room. An oversized four-poster mahogany bed sat in the center of the room with a writing and sitting area by the windows. The fireplace was directly across from the bed.

“Olivia, Love, are you on contraception?” he asked, pulling her toward the bed.

Olivia blinked, unsure she heard him correctly. That was not what she expected to hear come out of his mouth.

“Answer me,” he demanded, staring down at her.

“Yes. I’m on the pill.”

“And you’re good at taking it.”

Olivia became irritated. “Yes. Of course I am. I’m not a child.”

A smile crept across Alexander’s face. “Good. Men need to know these things, Love. Because I fucking hate condoms. I’m clean, don’t worry. I can show you a copy of my last test results if you want.”

Olivia looked at him, butterflies dancing in her stomach, excited about what they were about to do. “No. I believe you. I’ve only ever had sex using condoms before, but my last results were clear, too,” she replied.

“Good,” he said before changing his expression, the atmosphere in the room becoming heated. “I want to see you naked, Olivia,” he said in a deep voice.

“Y-yes,” she croaked out. He made her hair follicles stand on end whenever he was nearby.

“Sit down,” he growled.

Olivia hesitated.

“I said, sit down.” His green eyes were all aflame with desire and tenderness. It was an intoxicating combination. Olivia immediately sat down on his soft bed. He winked, picking up her left foot. He removed her heel and kissed the instep of her foot, slowly dragging his tongue across her arch, sending shivers throughout her body. He did the same to her right foot.

“Stand back up.”

She obeyed, their bodies practically touching. She could feel his erection growing. Electricity coursed through her veins and she felt her body temperature rise from his stare. His eyes stayed locked on hers. She couldn’t look away even if she tried. “Lift your arms, Olivia.”

She did as he commanded, remaining completely speechless in his presence, and he lifted her tank top over her head. He trailed kisses from one side of her neck to the other, tasting her silky skin as his mouth made its way down to her black lace bra.

“I like this bra,” he murmured against her skin. “I’d like to see you in this more often.” His fingers dipped into the bra and, finding her nipple, Olivia let out a low moan. He instantly fell to his knees and planted kisses down her stomach, dragging his tongue across her skin, holding onto her hips. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Olivia?” he asked, his eyes still never leaving hers.

Sensation overwhelmed Olivia’s entire body from the simple act of his lips on her stomach. She could barely form a coherent thought as her breathing increased.

“Answer me, Olivia,” he said sternly.

“Yes,” she exhaled. “I do.” She was about to come unhinged as he continued tracing circles around her belly button with his tongue. She wanted that tongue on other parts of her body.

“And why is that, Olivia? Do I have the same effect on you still?” he asked with a hint of amusement in his eyes. He removed his hands from her hips and slowly unbuttoned her jeans. He raised his eyebrows as if asking for her permission.

She nodded quickly, biting on her lower lip. Olivia’s heart raced with anticipation, her breathing heavy.

“Well, do I?”

Olivia nodded. She didn’t know how much more she could take. “Yes. Yes, Alexander.” She looked down and watched him slowly lower her skinny jeans down her legs, helping her step out of them.

Alexander raised himself up and stepped back to admire her bra with matching black lace panties. “God, Olivia. Do you have any idea how amazing you are?” He ran his hand through his hair, unable to control his desire for the woman standing in front of him. He couldn’t remember ever being as aroused as he was at that moment.

She lowered her head, blushing, before returning her eyes to his. He rushed to her and claimed her mouth, wrapping his arms around her body. His kiss was needy. It was hungry. It was passionate. It was hot, Olivia thought. He deftly unhooked her bra and it fell to the ground. One of his hands went to her head, fisting her hair and pulling her head back, while the other tightly held onto the small of her back, pressing her to him. Their tongues did a delicate dance, communicating to each other exactly how desperately they wanted and needed each other.

He removed his hand from her back, sliding it down her side, and gently felt in between her legs. She moaned, letting him know it was okay to go further.

“Olivia, you’re so wet.” He stroked her through her panties.

“I know,” she said breathlessly.

“What do you want me to do, Olivia?” He looked at her, his eyebrows raised.

“I want you…” Her thoughts were a complete haze. They were all over the place. She would do anything to just keep that man touching her. She needed his touch. She craved his touch. She would die without it.

“You want me to what, Olivia?”

She looked into his eyes and grabbed his hand, shoving it in her panties, hoping he would get the hint about what she wanted.

“I want you to say it,” he whispered in her ear as he started to tease her clit. “Say it, Olivia.”

Her breathing grew heavier as he continued to torture her. She felt as if she was about to explode.

“Come on, Love,” he said, planting gentle kisses across her collarbone, his lips on her skin igniting the flames coursing through her body. “Say it,” he pled. He needed to hear it. He needed her to beg him. It was what he craved. It was how he could remain in control.

He slowly removed his hand from her panties and Olivia was left panting, ready to burst without his touch. “FINE!” she screamed, her breathing heavy. “I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!!!” She couldn’t take it anymore. “God damn it! Don’t make me beg!” He was so exasperating.

“I like it when you beg,” he said, crushing his mouth to hers as his hand quickly pushed her panties down. Before she knew what was happening, Alexander pushed two fingers inside her. “Fuck!” Olivia moaned. He continued to rub her clit while he slowly teased her inside as well. She felt like she was going to explode.

Alexander needed to be inside of Olivia. He removed his fingers, leaving her wanting, and rid himself of his clothes. He wrapped his arms around Olivia’s naked body, pressing his lips against hers again. He didn’t think he would ever tire of kissing her. She gasped when she felt his arousal rubbing against her clit. He led her to the bed, his lips not moving from hers.

Pulling back the duvet, he lowered her down and stared at her, overwhelmed with a feeling he was scared to label. “Olivia, darling. You are one beautiful woman,” he said, licking his lips. “I’m going to show you how much of a treasure you truly are, Love.”

“Stop staring. You’re making me self-conscious,” she said, covering her naked body with the duvet.

“Oh, don’t you dare,” Alexander replied, crawling on top of her. She tilted her head toward him, their mouths meeting. Alexander pushed his knee between Olivia’s legs, opening them. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his erection against her cleft. She was eager to feel him inside her.

Alexander growled, pulling back as he hovered over her, admiring the beautiful woman lying sprawled out in front of him. He leaned down on his elbows and entered her slowly.

“Oh, God,” Olivia moaned as he filled her, stretching her to match his size. It was such an amazing feeling. He hadn’t even moved yet, but the simple act of him being inside her made her want to explode.

He slowly withdrew. “NO!” Olivia cried out on the brink of becoming unhinged.

“I want this to last, Love. I felt that, you know,” he smirked. “You’re ready to come already, aren’t you?”

She threw her arm across her eyes, wanting to hide from him. She was embarrassed that he could make her fall apart so quickly. She felt him lean down. Circling her nipple with his tongue, he slowly entered her again, causing Olivia to convulse around him, screaming out his name, her orgasm catching her by surprise.

“Fuck!” he exhaled, smiling, his mouth covering hers as he continued thrusting into her. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you come again,” he said breathlessly. Alexander couldn’t believe how good she felt. He had never felt so much pleasure with any of the other women he had slept with over the years.

Olivia wrapped her legs around his waist again, not wanting any distance between them. Legs and arms were entwined, hands caressing, nipping, pinching.

“You feel so good, Olivia,” Alexander said as he moved inside her, filling her to the brim. “Do I make you feel good?” he asked.

“Yes, Alexander… Yes.”

Her soft voice sent shivers through his body as her hands clutched onto his back, nails digging in. He pressed his lips back against hers, forcing them open with his tongue. There was something about kissing Olivia as he moved inside her that overwhelmed his entire being, igniting feelings he had repressed his entire life. He picked up speed, a tingling sensation coursing through his body and he knew he was close. Burying his head against her neck, he gently nibbled, loving the taste of Olivia’s sweaty skin.