You Distract Me - Chapter 32: Chapter 32

Olivia
I jolted off the bed, heart racing.
Again. It was that godawful dream again. Only this time, instead of just watching my dad being eaten alive by red hot flames, a golden haired woman—a new addition to the nightmare—had laughed as my dad screamed for help.
It was Aunt Macey, but in my dream she looked exactly like the woman Shayne and I had upset in the traffic. She and Aunt Macey looked identical, only, Aunt Macey had died years ago.
But of course, I knew my mind had been playing tricks on me that day. Who could have blamed me? Me and Shayne had been about to suck each other's faces off.
Speaking of that breathtaking hazel eyed Reyvox CEO...
My body still shaking with the aftershocks of the nightmare, I looked down at the long and lean form resting next to my sitting one.
I'd intentionally left the door unlocked, hoping that if she'd decided to come, she wouldn't have to risk her life again by jumping from balcony to balcony. I hoped that was how she'd found herself in my bed.
Not that I was complaining.
I drank in her every angle. She was still in her work clothes, looking tired even in her sleep. But it didn't stop me from marvelling at her beauty.
She had a hand tucked under her head, while the other was slang loosely over her hard stomach. The fact that I'd never seen her unguarded like this had my heart singing.
Her gorgeous face held the slightest frown, and my eyes latched onto her tilted mouth, the full lips there making me lick my own with the urge to taste.
I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth as my gaze ran down her entire body.
The black dress-shirt did wonders for her amazing body. Biceps bulged from the arm she had under her head, and I swore I drooled a little. Although the hard ridges of her stomach weren't visible through the fabric, the firmness there was enough to make my cheeks heat up.
Her lean and powerful legs were clad in black fitting dress pants. My eyes zeroed in on her groin, but the pants gave nothing away. I had the sudden urge to rip off her clothes and study all the secrets of her body.
Before my hands could do the worst, I rolled off the bed.
The time on my alarm clock told me it was a little past three in the morning. I usually woke at six, but it was obvious I wasn't going to sleep any time soon. Not only because of the dream, but also because of a beautiful body I desperately wanted to explore with every fibre of my being.
I took a quick shower, and pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans and a white string-back Cami crop top. The whole time, Shayne had been fast asleep, making it easier to sneak around in my towel.
My heart broke at her exhaustion. And as I stepped out of my room, I thought about making her an amazing breakfast to make the start of her day.
I collected all sorts of ingredients from the kitchen and started baking.
By the time the sun was hitting my skin, the cupcakes were in the oven, and I was wiping up the last of the mess I'd made.
My wireless earbuds were blasting Tina Turner into my head when the music suddenly stopped.
I turned to reach for my phone. But lo and behold, Shayne West, in all her sexiness was holding it as she stood behind the kitchen counter. A heart-stopping smile stretching her delicious looking lips.
If it wasn't for my self control, I'd have jumped over the counter and thrown myself onto her, because the good Lord knew that she'd never looked more inviting than at that specific moment.
Her dress-shirt was gone, and a black tank top was replaced, showcasing the evidence of her ample time in the gym. Countless tattoos swirled around her muscled arms, spiraling down to her sinewy forearms. Dear God.
That and her broad shoulders could make any girl or woman drool for eternity.
Her rested face looked bright and teasing, making one with the sexy tousled hair. How was it even possible that she existed? Much less that she was standing right in front of me. It seemed too unreal.
I must have looked like a starving child, because I saw her lips move, but I was too entranced by her devastating good-looks to know what she'd said.
Then her eyes slid down my body and I immediately snapped out of it, feeling self-conscious.
I pulled off my earbuds and cleared my throat. "Did you say something?"
She chuckled, and I had to clench my thighs at the throbbing response between them.
"Yeah, I wanted to know what was smelling so good. I was hoping to get a taste... " Her eyes slid down my now dirty shirt that stretched under my braless breasts. And the implication of her words did one thing and one thing only. Instant wetness.
I mumbled something about changing into a clean shirt as I moved around the counter, away from her.
When I safely locked myself in my room, I swore to never wear anything that could give my arousal away. I always seemed to forget that Shayne's eyes made me extra self-conscious.
When I changed into a less fitting crop top—bra on—I started to leave my room, but then Shayne's shirt caught my eye. It was placed over the back of a chair, wrinkles adorning it. I didn't hesitate to take it.
I stepped out of my room, shirt in hand, ignoring the eyes I knew were following my every move, and headed for the laundry room.
When I entered the kitchen again, I avoided her eyes as I grabbed some plates.
"How was work yesterday?" I said, pulling out the tray of blueberry cupcakes from the oven.
"Good. You love baking?"
I risked a glance towards her and found her intense stare focused on me and only me.
I swallowed hard before looking away. "Not really, but it's something that takes my mind off things."
"What things?"
"Just some stuff you don't have to worry about."
"Okay."
As I waited for the cupcakes to cool, I did a quick flip and fry of some eggs and sausages, made some toast as well. Today was all about Shayne.
Call me obsessed, I didn't care.
"This looks fantastic, Olivia, thank you," she said when we sat down to eat at the kitchen table.
My cheeks burned. "No problem at all."
Half way into breakfast, I finally found the courage to look into her eyes, which I had been feeling on me the entire time.
"What?" I could feel my eyes go big with awareness.
"Nothing, it's just that you're not as chatty as you look."
"I look chatty?" I couldn't help smiling at her, amused by her words.
"You do."
"No I don't." My eyes dropped to her tattooed biceps before meeting her gaze again.
"Uh, pretty sure you do."
"What makes me look chatty?"
"Your mouth."
I involuntarily touched my lips. "My mouth?"
"Yes." She suddenly looked pained. "I want to kiss you."
How had the topic changed so quickly?
Heart racing, I spoke breathlessly. "I don't know what's stopping you."
"I don't trust myself when I'm alone with you. Until I'm sure I won't take it any further with you, we can't do anything remotely connected to having you in my bed."
It's not only your decision to make! I thought hotly.
"Fine." My anger probably showed on my face because she tried to reach for me, but I abruptly pulled away, feeling rejected and unattractive.
Immature as it may have been, it wasn't hard to get insecure when someone like Shayne gave an excuse for not giving you a simple kiss. I felt like a six year old whose crush didn't want to hold hands.
I stood and started to leave the kitchen, but my arm was suddenly grabbed. And before I knew it, I was being lifted up onto the counter.
A tense faced Shayne was glaring at me. "Must you always challenge me like this? I just told you why I can't do what we both want."
I gripped her shoulders as tightly as she gripped my hips. "So what if things go further? It would be my choice too."
"You don't understand. If I gave into my urges, I wouldn't care whether it's your first experience or not. I'd simply fuck you."
My blinding desire left no room for embarrassment. "Then fuck me!"
"Dammit, Olivia," she growled before grabbing the back of my head. "This is your last chance."
"Just do it alrea-"
I didn't get a chance to finish as her mouth swooped down and smashed into mine. We both moaned with inexplicable bliss, her mouth sliding over mine with a sureness that had my heart clenching in its confinement.
When her tongue asked for entrance at the seam of my lips, I opened up with such submission I was sure anything she would have asked, I would have given her right there and then.
I moaned lowly while she let out a deep groan as our tongues met for the first time. I pulled her further into me when I wrapped my arms around her neck, rejoicing at the feel of her hard body pressing into my soft one.
"I need you so much," I moaned when we both pulled out for air.
"Fuck, Olivia... so fucking sexy." She latched onto my lips again, and I couldn't help to moan once more. I loved her mouth. It tasted like blueberries, a tinge of minty mouth wash and something else that was all deliciously Shayne.
My hands slipped down her toned arms and back up again. They dropped down to her chest, where I rubbed the small mounds there, eliciting a massive shudder from her.
She pulled away from the kiss, and I tried to follow her mouth, but she held me back, clasping my hands behind my back.
Her hazel eyes looked dark and bronze-ish, eating me alive with desire. "One rule—I say when you get to touch me in certain places."
"Okay." I didn't register her words, all I wanted was her mouth.
But in the next moment, our eyes met in the heat, and I instantly read the meaning of her words through the stare down. She was the dominant one, and I wasn't supposed to touch her without her permission. Well, for now, I'd let things slide, but not for long.
All I wanted was to feel good right here, right now.
I wrapped my legs around her hips and used them to pull her flash against the heat between my legs.
I barely had the time to moan out my pleasure before she started grinding into me, fast and hard.
As far as dry humping went, this was by far the hottest I'd ever had, and would probably ever have. I could barely hold in my cries, I was already so close.
"Shayne. Don't. Stop. Please," I bit out.
Just as her lips latched onto my neck, biting firmly on it, the knock at the door had us pausing.
"Tell them to leave." She literally growled out the words as she lifted back down to my feet.
She didn't have to tell me twice. On shakey legs, I walked to the door and opened it.
A short guy in a blue and grey uniform held out a box in his hand. "Package for Olivia Ryans?"
"Yeah that's me," I breathed, trying to make my almost-sexed-up appearance more presentable.
I signed where I needed to and closed the door. The box held no tag, and without thinking, I opened it. The scream instantly ripped out of me as the box fell from my hands.
Shayne appeared beside me in a heartbeat. "What's wrong?"
"It's a, it-it-it's a... a heart." As though my blood hadn't been on fire a minute ago, it soon became as cold as ice.
Shayne crouched and inspected it through its sealed plastic bag. "It's not human, probably a pig or something. But whoever sent this didn't mean any good."
A knowing look crossed her features, and I had to ask. "Shayne, what aren't you telling me?"
Worry and fear laced her voice. "I'll make sure no one hurts you."
I was starting to get incredibly afraid. "Tell me everything, right now."