CHAPTER 162

　　Olivia's POV

　　Christopher's mouth crashed into mine, hot and demanding. I gasped against his lips, and he took advantage, deepening the kiss. My back hit the counter as he pressed against me, his hands roaming over my curves.

　　"Tell me what you want," he growled against my neck.

　　"You," I breathed. "Just you."

　　He lifted me onto the counter, stepping between my legs. "Be specific."

　　"Demanding much?"

　　"Always. Come on, baby. Use your words."

　　My breath hitched as his hands slid up my thighs. "I want you to stop teasing."

　　"Where's the fun in that?"

　　I let out an exaggerated groan. "You and your games."

　　"Admit it, you love my games."

　　"Love is a strong word," I teased as my fingers gently combed through his hair. "But fine, I might enjoy them sometimes."

　　His hand slid up to my waist, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. "Only sometimes?"

　　I arched an eyebrow. "Don't push your luck."

　　He grinned. "Alright, alright. But seriously, what do you want?"