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help myself.” I kiss her mouth again, and she opens to
me without hesitation as I continue to taste her.
    We both become breathless and pull away
from each other. Both of
us are looking and searching the other's eyes, but our hands remain
rooted.
    “ More…” is all I say before I start kissing
down her neck and then back up again, nibbling on her earlobe and
hitting that spot behind her ear that drives every woman
nuts.
    “ I, um...yeah... Mmm
that' s
nice. ” Olivia exhales as
she squeezes my biceps while I kiss her.
    Since she's so much shorter than I am, I
move her from the wall of the small bathroom and press her against
the sink. I place my hands behind her thighs and easily lift her up
to sit on the edge of the counter. Now that she's at a more level
height, I deepen our kiss and groan as her tongue strokes mine.
Olivia runs her hands through my hair, tugging as she returns my
kiss.
    "Your lips make me wonder what the rest of
you tastes like," I whisper hotly as I kiss down her neck. “And
your smell… You smell fucking amazing. You smell ready for me.” My
hands push up her skirt and I settle between her open legs, my
erection pressing through my slacks. No doubt she can feel my
excitement on her soft inner thigh.
    “ Is it okay if it's just...this right now?”
she asks breathlessly. “This is nice.”
    “ What?” I ask, struggling to get my
bearings as I lightly bite the spot between her neck and shoulder.
“Oh. Yeah. Sure… Of course,” I say as I press my lips to her
forehead with a bit of frustration.
    This may be nice, and I
don 't want to
scare her, but I'm definitely going to push her limits, I think to myself. My hands
rest on her thighs and I slowly move them up and down her bare
skin, inching up her skirt ever so slightly with each pass. I kiss
her passionately, lapping at her lips.
    “ Your lips taste just like I thought they
would… Like wine with a hint of cinnamon. So sweet…” My hands slide
higher up her thighs.
    When my fingers are within inches of her
panties, Olivia grabs hold of my wrists, preventing me from lifting
her skirt any higher. I
close my eyes slowly, not wanting to stop. Just as I'm about to
test her limits, there is a loud knock on the door.
    “ Just a minute,” I call out before resting
my forehead against hers.
    I need to calm down. I 've got a serious case of blue balls and
now I'm supposed to stop? Fuck my luck.
    “ I want you so fucking badly right now," I
whisper into her hair.
    There 's another knock on the door and I groan with
frustration.
    "All right! Jesus! I said give me a
fucking minute!" I reluctantly pull back from Olivia and look into
her eyes.
    She lifts her head and looks at me while
tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She looks adorable—a bit
scandalized, a bit embarrassed, and a lot turned on. I smile and
help Olivia off the sink. I look over her head and into the mirror
as I right myself, fixing my hair and shirt. Did I lose a button? Olivia bends forward to adjust
her skirt and turns to look in the mirror. She surveys her swollen
lips and absently rubs her ring finger over them. I watch her in
the mirror and our eyes lock.
    "You are absolutely stunning. And best of all, you have no
idea, do you?"
    Olivia blushes and shakes her head. “Thank
you.”
    “ It's not lip service, beautiful girl. It's
the truth.” I stand behind her and unlatch the lock on the bathroom
door, pausing before sliding it open and effectively ruining our
moment. I bend slightly and whisper into Olivia's ear, “I always
finish what I start, Olivia. We will finish this at another time.” I swear I see her shiver as I
slide open the door.
    We are greeted by the antsy passenger who
disturbed us. When he sees Olivia and me exiting the lavatory, his
frown turns into an enormous grin. As if being able to read the
guy's assumption of us joining the mile high club, Olivia
dramatically wipes her lips with the back of her hand and gives him
a wink. I can't help but