moment, but I just push on. “Of course.”
He presses his lips to mine again, agreement implicit in his embrace. I moan as he deepens the kiss. I crave more. Soon I’m lost on a current of desire, not knowing or caring where it will carry me, as long as we are together.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Aiden
We have sex pretty much nonstop for the next two days and then we go back to work for another two. Redoing the two apartments behind mine and whatever cataloging Olivia has only keeps us busy during the day. At night, we spend hours in my bed, discovering exactly what she likes. As it turns out, she likes to be dominated a little, told what to do and how to do it.
Which more than works for me.
I’m worried that I’ve worn Olivia out, but she just moans in a sultry tone whenever I touch her. It turns out that when left to our own devices, each of us is at least as horny and needy as the other.
And thanks to our whispered conversation the night of the ball — that it’s hotter and less pressure when we agree to keep things just between us — I don't have to worry about Grayson.
Not much, anyway. Sure, there is a vaguely sick ghost hovering just over my shoulder, wringing its hands. But when I slide my hands over Olivia’s skin, it disappears for a while. Everything that I’ve been worried about lately vanishes in a swirl of smoke.
That’s how the week slips away from me. My brain is just full of her, always thinking of how I can get more. She’s addictive like that. She makes me need another sweat-soaked sex session, even if I literally just had one.
In the back of my mind, I wonder where the wall is. I usually hit a wave of resistance around the end of the second day, no matter how good the pussy is. I turn from the master of whatever room I’m in, to a lump of clay at forty hours straight spent with another person. But with Olivia, the fact that I got to mold her, added to the fact that we have to be apart for long enough, means I’m left wanting more.
Physically aching for her.
All of that comes to a screeching halt when I get a text from Grayson.
Come to base camp. Bring Olivia. — G
I glance over to where she is asleep in my bed, her arms and legs pulled close to her body, her dark hair looking like an ink spill against the white pillowcase. Even in sleep Olivia is unusual. Most people look peaceful when they sleep. But Olivia’s brow is hunched down, a frown creasing her face. It looks like she is ready to argue with someone in her dreams.
She’s never boring, not even in her sleep. I have to give her that much.
She groans and shifts in her sleep, tugging the sheet that covers her down, exposing her shadowed collarbone and the creamy top of one breast. Text or no text, I’m hard for her in a second, that innocent beauty more than I can handle.
What the fuck am I doing?
I lean over to her, brushing back a lock of hair from her ear. Breathing heavily, I ghost my lips over it. She stirs a little. I press a kiss to the shell of her ear, then slip the tip of my tongue inside it.
“Mmm,” she breathes, not opening her eyes just yet. “Aiden…”
The fact that I am the only one on her mind when I’m waking her up like this… it reminds me of how innocent she is. Of the land I conquered when I first fucked her.
Can that only have been a few weeks ago?
Olivia cracks open her eyes, two perfectly blue orbs taking my measure. “I thought we decided to sleep in a little.” She breaks off, stifling a yawn. “Since we didn’t go to sleep until four…”
I slide a hand down her flank. “I know.”
She looks confused. “Margaret is in Seattle for the weekend, right? She gave us the weekend off, didn’t she?”
My lips lift at the corners. “She did.”
I give the sheet between us a tug, pulling it off her body. She blushes and bites her lip right away, but I can see the beginnings of carnal interest in her eyes too.
I put that there. I make her blush. No one else.
For some reason, those feel to me like big changes in Olivia. And when she reaches her hand