Falling For The Forbidden

CHAPTER 14

Olivia's POV

The kiss was electric, igniting a fire deep within Olivia that she didn't know had been lying dormant. She pressed herself against Ryan, feeling his strength and warmth as his lips devoured hers with an urgency that made her dizzy.

This wasn't a fantasy. This was happening.

Her heart pounded in her chest as Ryan's hands roamed her body, gentle yet firm, igniting sparks of desire wherever he touched. His fingers slid up her spine, tangling in her hair as he tilted her head, deepening the kiss. She felt his chest rise and fall against hers, their breaths mixing as the tension between them finally shattered.

Ryan pulled back, his lips lingering just inches from hers as he searched her eyes. "Olivia..." His voice was a hoarse whisper, barely audible, filled with a mix of desire and concern. "We don't have to do this."

Olivia's throat tightened, her mind racing. Part of her screamed to stop—to pull away before they crossed a line. But the rest of her? It ached for him. Her entire body hummed with need, her pulse throbbing as the heat of their shared moment made it impossible to think clearly. All the reservations, the what-ifs—they melted away under the intensity of her feelings for him.

She reached up and brushed her fingertips across his cheek, her voice barely a whisper. "I haven't done this with anyone but I want this...with you."

Ryan's eyes darkened, the last sliver of restraint disappearing as he captured her lips again, more urgently this time. His hands moved down her back, tracing the curve of her hips before slipping under her shirt. The feel of his fingers on her bare skin sent a jolt of electricity through her, and Olivia gasped against his mouth.

Slowly, he peeled her shirt off, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. Olivia shivered, but it wasn't from the cold—it was from the way Ryan's gaze traveled over her body, hungry and intense, as if he was memorizing every inch of her.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with awe. His hands brushed over her shoulders, tracing the curve of her collarbone before sliding down her arms. He was careful, and deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every touch.

Olivia's breath hitched as Ryan leaned in, his lips brushing against her neck, sending a trail of heat down her spine. His mouth was hot, his breath ragged, and with every kiss, every touch, the tension in her core wound tighter and tighter.

She had never felt anything like this before—this overwhelming desire, this need to be closer to him, to feel his skin against hers, to experience everything he had to offer. It was exhilarating, terrifying, and utterly intoxicating all at once.

Ryan's hands moved lower, skimming the waistband of her jeans. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking up to hers, silently asking for permission. Olivia swallowed hard, her pulse racing as she gave him a slight nod.

As he undid the button of her jeans, time seemed to stretch, the world outside fading away. Each movement was deliberate, a tantalizing promise that set her heart racing his touch featherlight, but every movement sent ripples of heat through her body. When her jeans were gone, Olivia was left in nothing but her underwear, her skin flushed and tingling under Ryan's gaze.

He paused, his breath shallow as he looked at her, taking in the sight of her bare legs, and the soft curves of her hips. His eyes lingered on the delicate lace of her underwear, and for a moment, he just stood there, as if he couldn't believe what was happening.

"You're sure?" His voice was barely a rasp, filled with so much emotion that Olivia's heart swelled.

"I've never been surer," she whispered back, her voice trembling with both anticipation and nerves.