Chapter 92

Olivia POV

I moaned, my hands finding his wet shoulders for support. Alexander pressed me against the pool’s edge, his hard body flush against mine. I could feel every inch of him, including the unmistakable hardness growing against my stomach.

“Fuck, Liv,” he growled against my mouth. “You taste so good.”

His hands slid down to my waist, then lower to cup my ass, lifting me slightly so his erection pressed against my core. Even through two layers of swimwear, the contact sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

“Alexander,” I gasped, breaking the kiss to breathe.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, his voice rough as he kissed his way down my neck. “Tell me, and I will.”

But I didn’t want him to stop. God help me, I wanted more. His kisses were addictive, his touch electric. And it had been so long since I’d been wanted like this.

Instead of answering, I tangled my fingers in his wet hair and pulled his mouth back to mine. Our kisses gre