The Origin by Wilette Youkey Read Free Book Online

face between her hands. “Do I turn you off, Daniel?” she said, her eyes glinting with spirit.
    He shook his head and gulped, his entire body a stick of dynamite whose wick was burning dangerously close to the end.
    “Are you afraid of me?”
    He chuckled. “You have no idea.”
    “Is that why you keep leaving when we’re about to kiss? Because you’re afraid of little ol ’ me?” She batted her dark eyelashes and smiled in a show of innocence.
    “Olivia, I can’t get close to anyone right now,” he said between his teeth, keenly aware of the heat of her crotch pressing into his. He could feel himself getting aroused further and, from the wicked smile on her face, clearly she felt it too.
    “Can I get this close at least?” she said, her face moving closer to his.
    He held his breath as he drove the back of his head into the couch.
    She edged even closer, their faces a mere hair’s breadth apart. “How about this close?”
    “If you don’t stop that I’ll have to – ”
    She smiled mischievously. “You’ll have to what?” Without warning, her tongue darted out and licked the length of his top lip.
    The dynamite went off.
    With the need of a deprived man, he took her lips, plunging his tongue into her eager mouth, relenting to his body’s basic impulses. He groaned, unable to remember why he’d avoided physical contact with a woman for so long when it was clearly what his body had been designed to do. He needed her. Now.
    She moaned into his mouth and ground herself into him. Her hands were clutching his face while his own were roaming all over her back, pulling her closer. He could feel his control evaporating; if he didn’t stop now, he would end up screwing her and, inevitably, screw himself over in the process.
    Amidst all his worries, the thought of losing his sense of decency and accidentally hurting her weighed heavy on his mind. The last time he had had sex was with a girl in college, when he’d discovered bruises on her wrists afterward. He was not an abusive guy, hated the very thought of anyone considering him violent, so he’d vowed to never risk it again.
    With all of his remaining resolve, he managed to pull away and say, “No. Stop.” He gripped her hip and forced the grinding to a halt.
    Olivia, to his surprise, dismounted his lap without further argument, apparently mollified by the passionate kiss. “I knew it,” she said, her face flushed pink as she breathed heavily.
    “Knew what?” His voice was strained as his balls howled the pain of a thousand water balloons filled to bursting capacity. Only a shower worthy of hypothermia could help him now. Or maybe Rosy Palms and her sisters.
    “I knew there was something more between us.” Olivia’s voice was soft and thoughtful, a far cry from her passionate moans a moment earlier.
    Daniel nodded dumbly in agreement. He forced himself to think of unappealing things – of toilet scum, dragon breath, telemarketers – to get his mind off the sexy woman ready to jump his bones. But try as he might, he couldn’t avoid thinking of her lips on his, the wet heat of her tongue as it slid along his own…
    “Olivia, I have to–”
    “I know, you have to go,” she said in resignation, tucking her hair behind her ears.
    He sat up and touched her chin, angling her head up to his. “I have to, Liv . I can’t sit here and pretend that I don’t want to be inside you.”
    Her cheeks turned a deeper pink as she took a full, settling breath. “Fine. Go.”
    He stood up, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly, hoping he hadn’t embarrassed her. “I shouldn’t have said that, about, you know, me being inside you…” He scratched the back of his head. “And I’m sorry for saying it again.”
    She laughed. “No, it’s fine. I’m no shrinking wallflower. And I like that you call me Liv . It makes me feel full of life.”
    “You are,” he said and bent down to plant a lingering kiss on her