Free Systematic Seduction by Ravenna Tate

refreshing.
    She
wanted him. It might be the worst possible time, and she had no idea what any
of the psychologists would make of it, but the desire was real and it was
strong. He was the only man she’d ever gone out with who had seen the person
inside, not merely her outer shell or her body. And now he knew the worst of
her past, yet he was still here. What could be more normal than to give herself
entirely to this man?
    Maybe
doing so would break the spell? Maybe she could begin to heal? And maybe, just
maybe, she’d finally found the one man on this planet who would protect her
and—dare she think it—love her?
     

Chapter
Nine
     
    Blair
moved up to her knees, and before she lost what little nerve she had, she
kissed Oliver right on the lips, parting hers so his tongue could slip inside.
He pulled away and cupped her face, the lust blazing in his eyes.
    “Are
you sure about this? We can wait.”
    “I
don’t want to wait. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Make love
to me, Oliver.”
    He
moaned loudly and smashed his lips against hers, shoving his tongue into her
mouth. She groaned deep in her throat, desire coursing through her at lightning
speed. Her pussy was soaked and her clit throbbed. She’d never been this turned
on, but she loved it. It was heady and exciting. It made her feel beautiful and
sexy, and the fact that the man kissing her like he might never be able to do
it again was Oliver, only made it better.
    His
hands moved down her back to her ass, grasping her cheeks and then kneading
them roughly. He released her mouth and planted tiny kisses and bites along her
jaw, then down her neck. “Oh, Blair. I have dreamed of this for so fucking
long.”
    He had? “Me too.”
    He
sat back, shaking his head slightly. “Condoms are upstairs. Shit. I’ll be right
back.”
    Before
she could say anything, he was sprinting up the elaborate wrought-iron
staircase. She listened to his shoes on the tile, and then waited, not allowing
the doubt or fear to creep in. This guy would not hurt her. She was going to
have an amazing time with him. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He knew
the worst things about her and he still wanted her.
    When
Oliver returned he was barefoot, and she moaned softly. There was something so
damn sexy about a barefoot man. He dumped a box of condoms and a bottle of lube
on the table next to the sofa, and then he grinned in a way that had her pussy
wet all over again.
    “Now,
I’m ready to make love to you.”
    He
kissed her again, rougher this time, but she didn’t mind at all. He was so
fucking sexy in the way he moved his mouth over hers. When he released her
mouth and planted kisses along her neck again, she pushed her body against his,
desperate to be skin to skin.
    Oliver
pulled off her top, nuzzling his face between the cups in her bra. “This is
very pretty, but it needs to go.” He unhooked it with one hand, forcing another
soft moan from her at the expertise of his gesture, and then he pulled it off
her and tossed it onto the floor. “I knew you’d be fucking exquisite. I just
knew it.”
    No
one had ever called her body exquisite. Fat, yes. Lush, definitely. Curvy and
full were both used alongside not so thinly veiled suggestions to lose a few
pounds so she’d be healthier. But exquisite? Never.
    “You’re
so damn sexy.”
    He
grasped her breasts and teased the nipples with his teeth and tongue, taking
turns, making such satisfied noises in the back of his throat that she was sure
she’d cry from happiness. She’d never had this experience before. This
worshipping of her body as though it was meant to be treasured, not merely
taken and then made fun of, or picked apart and critiqued.
    “Oliver,
thank you.”
    He
looked into her eyes tenderly. “For what?”
    “For
being like this. For making me feel so … so wanted .”
    He
brushed a finger along her face, sending shivers down her spine. “Oh, Blair. I
do want you. I’ve wanted you for a