Christopher's POV
Olivia's lips moved against mine with a hunger that matched my own, her fingers threading through my hair and pulling me closer. God, she was intoxicating.
I broke away just enough to catch my breath, my forehead resting against hers. Her eyes fluttered open, those mischievous eyes now dark with desire. "You really are something else," I murmured, feeling a smile tug at my lips.
"Is that a compliment or an observation?"
"Both." I kissed the corner of her mouth before letting my lips trail down her jawline. "You make it damn hard to focus on anything else."
"Well," she said, tilting her head to give me better access, "I aim to be memorable."
I chuckled against her skin, feeling the vibration travel between us. "Trust me, you've succeeded." My hands roamed lower, reveling in the way her body responded to my touch.