me.” When she did, a thrill trickled through him. She looked up at him from beneath long eyelashes, her mouth ever so slightly parted. Yeah, she was coming home with him. “I’m serious. You could be my Christmas present. It’s one night. We live thousands of miles away from each other. But tonight. One night. It would be magic.”
A puzzled look flitted across her face. “I don’t need you to feel sorry for me.”
Anders stood and walked around the bar, his eyes never leaving her. She attempted to turn as he stepped behind her, but he crowded her, taking a hand in each of his and placing them on the bar in front of her. “Leave your hands on there,” he said. “If they’re on there, you’re saying yes. Remove them and I stop.”
Olivia gasped, the soft sound caught in the back of her throat. “Anders,” she whispered.
He pressed himself up behind, and gently moved her hair from one shoulder until her neck was exposed to him. The light floral scent of her teased him as he leaned forward to drag his nose along the length of her neck. Her skin was soft, smooth. Anders pressed his lips to the spot just behind her ear then flicked his tongue across her skin, repeating the action as he moved toward her shoulder.
His hands made a trail of their own, skimming her waist, wrapping around her hips, pulling her back into his hardening length.
Olivia’s knees buckled for a moment, and he held her until she found her feet again.
Firmly, he stroked his hands up her stomach until he cupped her breasts, one in each hand, savoring the weight of them, the heat of them. Slowly, he ran his thumbs over the nipples he could feel hardening beneath the silk.
With one hand, he reached for her chin, turning her face so he could just reach her lips. She looked wonderfully drunk on his ministrations, and it became imperative that he got tonight with her.
“Please, Olivia, let me unwrap you,” he said, brushing his lips across hers without properly kissing her. He wanted her desperate for him, desperate for what he could give her.
As if answering his silent prayer, she pressed back against him, rocking her ass against his dick. He groaned and slid his hand down the front of her dress until he was cupping her as much as the fabric of the dress would allow. Olivia pushed against his hand, straining. “I can feel you, Olivia. I can feel your heat, and your need. Trust me with it.”
He’d beg if he had to.
“Anders, this isn’t me,” she gasped. “This isn’t what I do with men I don’t know.”
“Let it be. Just for tonight. Take your hands off the bar and face me.” He needed to see her face, he needed her to see what she was doing to him as much as he was doing to her.
Olivia did what he asked, her eyes filled with need. He cupped her face and kissed her fully, with everything he felt between the two of them. The inexplicable chemistry that he wanted to explore. Her hands sunk into his hair, as they clung to each other.
When he pulled back, her eyes were full of lust.
“Promise you’ll take care of me, Anders.”
2
Anders took her hand and walked her to his room. He pulled the key card out of his suit pocket, but instead of using it, he turned to look at her. “Are you still okay, Olivia? I don’t expect anything from you just because you got this far. If you want to leave, I’ll walk you back downstairs and get you a ride home.”
Are you still okay, Olivia?
It was a great question. Perhaps she’d lost her mind following a man she barely knew back to his room, despite the reassurance of messaging her roommate, Natalie, with details of who she was with and where she was going. Sure, she knew Anders had eyes the color of a Colorado summer sky, and that he could build a slider faster than she could. She even knew he and his brother had spent an entire summer of their childhood camping in a treehouse.
Now she found herself wondering what he would look like with his hair down and what he’d look like out of that suit . . .
“I’m fine.” Olivia placed her hand to his cheek, his stubble prickled against her palm, and she wondered what it was going to feel like against the rest of her skin.