Consumed (45 page)
Authors: Skyla Madi
“Ticklish?”
“Absolutely not.”
He strokes the spot with his finger again and I twist, biting my lip. I manage to stem the flow of laughter long enough for him to give up and plant a kiss on my nose. “I missed you like crazy, you know.”
I scoff, playfully. “Yeah right, I saw all of those pretty promo girls. I bet you had the time of your life.”
He rests his chin on my chest and looks up at me through thick dark lashes.
“It was hell, actually. Do you wanna know how many girls showed up at my hotel room practically naked?”
I shake my head. Some people have no shame and it makes me angry.
“Would you care if I told you I turned every single one of them away?” I look into his eyes and the golden swirls in his irises flare. “I was a very good boy—not tempted by anything for one second.”
He’s smiling widely, like he’s super proud of himself. I’m proud of him. He has come a long way from the person he used to be.
“Well, there was a lack of naked men throwing themselves at me in your absence unfortunately so I’ve got nothing to help boost your confidence—not that you need anyone to boost that already insanely high ego of yours.”
He laughs the laugh that I love so much and it forces me to join him. “You’re hilarious. I must be rubbing off on you.”
The word ‘rubbing’ ignites something deep down in my stomach and I cup his face in my hands, drawing his mouth toward mine. “Speaking of rubbing...” I chuckle against his lips.
“I’m one step ahead of you.” He replies, undoing my jeans button easily. My hips flex against him as his finger slide under my jeans and the fabric of my underwear. I laugh once before his tongue slips into my mouth and I dissolve into him. His teeth catch my bottom lip, roughly and I gasp.
“I love you, baby.” He whispers.
I smile. “I love you, too.”
EPILOGUE
SETH.
I’ve been slamming my fists into this damn bag for the last hour, waiting for Olivia to finish cleaning the gym. There’s no one left, the doors are locked and the blinds drawn, but she insists on having everything in top shape for when it opens in the morning. I can’t say I don’t enjoy watching her walking around the place with a determined little pout on her sexy pink lips because I do. She does a round, picking up a few towels here and there. I’m reminded of the day that I dropped my towel and demanded that she pick it up. It was such a dick move, but I was so pissed off with my mother and believing she’d go to the alcoholics program. I was let down, again.
Purchasing the gym was a good move on my part. I spend most of my time in here and it gives me a chance to see Olivia all day and although I can’t touch her, she’s always nice to look at. She enters the boxing section of the gym and I call out to her. I let the towel I’m holding in my hand fall from my fingers and her gorgeous, green eyes follow it all the way to the floor.
“You forgot one.” I say, unable to hold back my smile.
She flicks her long, chocolate ponytail over her shoulder and stalks toward me with a sexy little smirk, willing to play along with my game. Her tongue shoots out to moisten her delicious bottom lip and I fight the urge to do it myself. She presses her index finger firmly against my sweaty chest.
“Pick up your own damn towel.” She states, making my cock twitch.
My gaze drops to her chest. I see her nipples pressing hard against her pink tank top. Her sports bra fails to hide her obvious arousal. I grasp her hip, pulling her closer to me and she happily obliges. I always think about what would’ve happened between us if that blonde woman hadn’t showed up. Would she have let me take her? I like to think so.
In the beginning, I hated Portland, but the moment I saw Olivia I knew she was going to change me. Seeing her over and over drove me insane and she quickly became an obsession. Forcing myself to keep my hands off her when she was so willing to give herself to me was, hands down, one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done, but it payed off. She is good and I’m... well, I’m a work in progress. She smiles up at me through dark lashes and I run my thumb along her jaw. I want to run my tongue along it and taste her. I want to lay her out on the mat beneath me and make her sigh and scream my name—a sound I’ll never get tired of.
“What are you thinking?” She asks me, searching my eyes.
If I press harder against her, she’ll be able to feel me and put two and two together. Instead, I smile. “It isn’t very PG, I’ll tell you that.”
Olivia drags her teeth over her bottom lip and the palm of her hand flattens against my chest. “Then we should shower and get out of here”
My skin under her hand tingles when she pulls away and I follow behind her to the shower room. Keeping my eyes ahead of me and not on her tight-clad ass proves to be difficult, until we hit the shower room. So many times I’ve been alone with her in here and not once have I taken her hard against the concrete wall—even though I’ve wanted to, desperately.
Normally, Olivia showers in a stall, apparently she’s shy. God knows why, she has the most perfect body, from her well-shaped calves to her big, perky breasts with the big, light pink nipples—on second thought, maybe it’s good she showers behind closed doors. I’d hate for anyone else’s eyes to see her like I do.
When she turns on the shower, steam builds quickly. She kicks off her sneakers and slowly pulls down her tights. I stand still, watching as she reveals her milky skin to me piece by piece and I keep watching until she’s completely naked and standing under the flow of the water. The water rolls down her face and over her plump lips. It travels over the peaks of her breasts and down her flat stomach. I shake my head a little. I can’t help, but to get wrapped up in the small details whenever I’m around her... she just has that effect on me.
She affects me and I love it. I love her. When someone affects you so much that you can’t sleep at night without them, you can’t think straight whenever they’re in the room and you’d risk it all for them, you go for it. You take no risks. Olivia knows I love her. She knows I’d risk my entire future for her, but she doesn’t know about my plans to make her my wife.
Olivia Marc.
It has a nice ring to it? Doesn’t it?
Acknowledgements
As always, a big thank you to my husband Ash and daughter Mia. They put up with my obsession and sacrifice a lot of their time for me to follow my dream.
Thanks to Limitless Publishing for continuing to let me publish books underneath them. God knows what I’d do without them. No other company could ever take care of me—or put up with me—the way they do and I appreciate it.
I also want to thank Eden Crane for the cover, it’s simply drool-worthy. Eden never disappoints. Ever. And thanks to Kat Romeo for the editing. She deserves a lot of props for reading Consumed over and over again. I tried and it’s actually painful. :-P
Finally, thank you to all of my readers who renew my passion for writing every single day.
About the Author
Skyla Madi was born in the small town of Port Maquarie, New South Wales in 1993. She spent half her life growing up in Wauchope, a thriving rural town at the heart of the Hastings River Valley before making the leap to the busy city of Brisbane.
Whenever this young Australian writer isn't changing diapers, watching cartoons, cooking for her husband or doing other motherly-wife things she is actively working on her writing and improving her writing skills.
Skyla loves to read just as much as she loves to write and since discovering that YA/NA/paranormal romance/urban fantasy/ are her favourite genres, she has embarked on her own writing journey and is currently contracted with Limitless Publishing.
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