Page 52 of Outrun The Devil

“Don’t.”

As Olivia took a tentative step toward the door, Nathan's hand extended, his fingers reaching out as if to bridge the distance between them. His eyes bore into hers, a silent plea that was etched in the depths of his gaze.

Olivia felt the warmth of his hands as he pulled her closer, their lips crashing together in a moment of passionate hunger. His rough hands ran along her curves, exploring every inch of her body before finding their way to the bite marks on her neck. She let out a soft moan in response and he growled low in his throat. Her hands trembled as they explored his chiseled muscles beneath his shirt, coaxing it off him with growing intensity.

The sensation was electric as his lips left hers and tossed his shirt aside, returning to her lips in an instant as he trailed them down to her jawline. Olivia shakily attempted to undo his belt, impatience taking over with each second that passed.

He helped her slide off her jacket and her shirt followed, falling haphazardly on the floor before he had worked past her underwear. The heat between them intensified as their skin touched and he palmed her hips with unbridled desire. Olivia felt lost in the moment, unable to get undressed fast enough.

A thought raced through her mind, causing her to abruptly pull away. “Hold on, where is your brother?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“Oh… Right,” As if he, too, just remembered he had a brother. With a wicked smile, he lifted her and carried her towards the bedroom. She stared into his eyes, lost in the ocean of desire. The muscles of his chest rippled as he moved, and she couldn't help but trace her fingers over them, feeling the warmth of his skin. The scent of his cologne filled her nostrils, and she breathed in deeply, feeling intoxicated by the sensation.

As they reached the bedroom, he gently laid her down on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. Olivia watched as he undressed himself, revealing a muscular, toned body that left her breathless. His fingers trailed over her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he leaned in for a deep, passionate kiss.

Their lips met in a fiery embrace, and Olivia felt her body respond with an intensity she had never felt before. His hands roamed over her body, teasing her with each touch, sending shivers down her spine. She arched her back as he trailed his fingers down her stomach, moving lower and lower until he reached her core.

She gasped in pleasure as he began to explore her, his touch igniting a fire inside her that burned hotter with each passing second. He continued to kiss her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers as he drove her wild with desire.

Olivia moaned in pleasure as he entered her, his movements powerful and passionate as he drove her to the brink of ecstasy. She felt her body shaking with pleasure as he thrust deeper and deeper inside her, his hands gripping her hips as he took her to new heights of pleasure. She cried out his name as she came, waves of pleasure washing over her as he continued to pound into her with unrelenting passion.

As they collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and spent, Olivia felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by passion. She knew that she would never forget this moment, this incredible experience that had left her feeling like a new person.

Nathan's hand traced patterns on her back, his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He kissed her shoulder, trailing farther down and eliciting a soft moan. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly and she shuddered with pleasure as he entered her again, his movements playful and passionate as they made love once more.

“You are amazing,” he whispered, his voice full of desire and awe. She sighed in pleasure, savoring his words, the feeling of his touch, of his body against hers.

She didn't want this to end, and she felt her body beginning to reach the brink of ecstasy again as he thrust deeper and deeper inside her. Her breathing grew ragged as she came closer and closer to the edge.

They collapsed together, exhausted and replete. They held each other for hours, resting in each other's arms. Her head rested on his chest and she felt his fingers tracing patterns on her back.

Olivia felt like they were the only two people in the world, lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure of each other's bodies.

As she drifted off to sleep, she thought that she had never been happier. She couldn't help but think that there was something unique about him, something strange. She could have sworn that she had heard stories like this before. Something about the pull of both of these men. As she drifted off, they left her mind and she drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Chapter Nineteen

The morning greeted Olivia with a throbbing headache, a reminder of the last few days' tension. The sun blinded her and the fear that she’d somehow over-slept shot through her body. Turning, she caught sight of the alarm clock that lay on the nightstand.

6:02

Steele took a deep, deliberate breath, and Olivia could feel the subtle rise and fall of his chest against her back. As his warm breath brushed against the dampness of her neck, an unexpected shiver ran down her spine. She couldn't help but think, This is not what I had anticipated. He's spooning me.

The bedroom air felt heavy and stifling, the closed windows trapping the warmth within. A thin sheen of sweat clung to their intertwined bodies, creating an intimate connection that both surprised and intrigued her. The logical part of her mind suggested creating some space, seeking relief from the closeness, but another part found comfort in their proximity. Against her better judgment, Olivia nestled herself back into the secure embrace of his chest, discovering an unexpected sense of belonging.

Nathan Steele. The name echoed in her thoughts, accompanied by a whirlwind of questions. How did they reach this point? What twist of fate brought them together in such an intimate and vulnerable moment?

If Detective Collins were to conduct an internal investigation, she would undoubtedly find herself compelled to sign a sworn statement attesting to the undeniable spark of attraction she felt from the very moment they first met. Olivia couldn't help but wonder how many other self-deceptions she had been grappling with.

None. Absolutely none.

Bullshit.

Olivia grappled with a haunting worry that haunted her deepest thoughts: What if the walls she built around herself, those impenetrable barriers, became so fortified that they isolated the very essence of who she was? There existed a precarious tipping point, a fragile threshold where self-protection could unwittingly result in self-loss.

She contemplated the consequences of fortifying her heart, shielding it from potential pain and disappointment. What if the armor she forged to safeguard her vulnerability grew so impenetrable that even she couldn't access the most tender parts of her being? Would she risk losing touch with her own emotions, with the capacity for genuine connection and raw authenticity?

The thought sent a shiver down Olivia's spine.