Chapter 167

Olivia

I could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against my hip, and without thinking, my hand slid down to cup him through his pajama bottoms.

"Fuck," he hissed against my neck as I found him rock hard beneath the thin fabric.

His mouth crashed into mine, hungry and demanding. I kissed him back just as fiercely, my fingers tangling in his hair as our tongues battled for dominance. His hands roamed my body, one cupping my breast through the silk while the other gripped my ass, pulling me against him.

I moaned into his mouth when his thumb found my nipple through the thin fabric, circling it until it hardened into a tight peak. The silk provided barely any barrier, and I could feel every caress as if he were touching my bare skin.

"This fucking nightgown," he growled against my lips. "I've been thinking about tearing it off."

"Then why don't you?" I challenged, my own hands growing bo