Free Life Support (The Breathe Series Book 2) by Zoe Norman Page B

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    When I left Olivia, her cheeks were flushed and her mouth was gaping. Oh, that mouth. That sweet, perfect, magically delicious mouth. I swing my head from side to side as I look at myself in the mirror and fiddle with my hair. I’m not entirely confident that Olivia will even show up. She’s daring, but this may be a little too much, even for her.
    Two minutes pass and no Olivia. I sit on the closed toilet seat and wait, wondering if I should just give up and wait to claim Olivia again once we’re in Seattle.
    “Owen?” I hear Olivia whisper loudly followed by a knock, but the knock isn’t on my door. “Owen!” she repeats. “Oh! Excuse me.”
    I stifle a laugh, knowing that, of the two options for which bathroom I was in, she chose the wrong one. Olivia pushes on the opposite lavatory door and finds me with my elbows on my knees and the biggest smile on my face.
    “Took you long enough,” I say as I pull her inside by her wrist.
    Exasperated, Olivia puts her hands on her hips. “Oh, sure. You’re not the one who just walked into the guy from coach who clearly had a meal that didn’t agree with him.” She pinches her nose and makes a dramatic stinky face.
    I cannot help but laugh. I reach up and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her between my open legs. I bury my face in her stomach and hold her close to me, breathing her in. As Olivia runs her fingers through my hair, I feel slightly overwhelmed at how I got so lucky as to have this sexy, adventurous woman love me.
    I pull back a bit and tilt my head to look up at her. “You’re beautiful. You know that?”
    “Thank you,” she responds, blushing at my compliment.
    “And you’re mine,” I declare, rising from my sitting position and quickly trapping her against the cramped bathroom wall with my hips. Absently, I reach to my side and lock us inside the small room and everyone else out. “Say it, Olivia,” I command.
    “Yours,” she exhales, her eyes darting across my face. Desire and need are written across her gorgeous face.
    I kiss her forehead before bending to nibble on her neck. “Mine. Always and forever, mine.”
    I breathe against her skin as I glide my hands up from her thighs, grab the material of her dress, and quickly release it, letting it float back against her body. My hands continue to move up her sides until they are under her arms. I lift her up, kissing her lips as I maneuver her around the close quarters and turn our bodies so Olivia is standing against the sink.
    “First, I want to see what you have under that skirt because it’s been driving me crazy since you came out of our bedroom this morning.” Our bedroom? What? Did she catch that?
    She smiles sweetly at me. “Well, I hate to leave you in suspense, Mr. Maxwell.” She reaches for the hem of her dress, but I, being impatient, take the material in my hands and lift her dress up to her breasts so I have an unfettered view. I’m such a gentleman, I know.
    I suck in a ragged breath when I see that she is wearing a sheer, nude, lace thong that leaves nothing to my imagination. “Sweet baby Jesus” I exhale in a puff of air.
    Olivia watches my expression as my gaze is fixed between her legs. “You like?” she asks.
    “Like? I’m in love,” I confirm. I run a finger over the elastic at the top of her panties and then trace the seam along her leg. My finger slips inside the fabric and makes contact with her sensitive skin. The backside of my finger glides over the lips of her pussy and I feel her heat, her wetness.
    “Owen,” she breathes out in a huff.
    “Give me a minute, baby. You’re so fucking sexy and I’m so fucking addicted to you that I’m about to lose it before even getting my dick out of my pants.” I burrow into her neck. “I want to fuck you into next Sunday, but if I don’t calm myself down, this is going to be a very short ride to the mile high club.”
    Olivia opens up her mouth to say something but closes it quickly. I may have