Chapter 2
Chapter Two
OLIVER
I hadn't been with a woman in a long time. I was a single father to my son, Joey, and I refused to lose time with him in order to take the time to date someone. Not that I didn't crave female companionship, but it just wasn't in the cards for me at the moment.
Over the years, I could have hooked up with women who were guests at the lodge, but no one had interested me until now. I couldn't resist the pull of this woman as she sat at the bar with her sleek, shiny hair, her white silk blouse, and her tight black skirt. It was professional, but it screamed sex to me.
I hoped I didn't come across as inexperienced. She was gorgeous and completely out of my league. I was confident she wouldn't have given Xander a second of her time. So the fact that she'd said yes to me was gratifying.
I was usually holed up in my office, looking over numbers during the day, and fumbling around being a dad the rest of the time. I surrounded myself with family and friends and didn't have much of a social life outside of it.
Tonight, I had Maeve, my sitter, staying overnight at the house with Joey. I intended to stay in one of the empty condos on the top floor which was reserved for family so I could have a night out with my brothers.
Eli had suggested a game of pool, and then I'd seen Carolina. A beautiful name for a stunning woman.
With a sexy grin, she cupped my dick through my pants.
I bit off a curse as I grabbed her wrist. "I'm not done with you."
She grinned; it was impish as she slowly lowered the zipper on her skirt and shimmied out of it, leaving her in black lace panties. I hadn't seen any panty lines, so she must have been wearing a thong. My hands itched to find out, but I was forcing myself to move slow. This woman deserved to be cherished.
I wondered what it was about me that made her rethink her no hookup rule. She was sophisticated and savvy. I could easily see her engaging in selective hookups, but I believed her when she said she hadn't.
This woman was special. I wasn't sure how I felt about it not lasting more than one night. Ever since Joey was born, I was focused on being his sole support because his mother, Tina, said she wasn't prepared to be a parent.
My mother had taken me aside and told me to take fatherhood one minute at a time. Everything would come together. I just had to be patient.
Seeing Carolina sitting at the bar had felt life altering. I stepped close, my hands ghosting over her sides and her hips. Finally, I cupped her bare ass. I dropped my head to her neck, groaning. "You're killing me."
Her arms curled around my neck, pulling her body flush against mine. I relished the brush of her nipples against my chest.
I kissed her neck, her head falling to the side to give me room. I couldn't believe she was mine for the night.
Her nails lightly scraped my skin, sending a shiver down my spine .
I backed her up until her legs hit the bed and she fell. I waited for her to move farther up the bed, laying on her back and letting her legs fall open. Her pussy peeked out of the thin scrap of lace, testing my control. "Are you wet for me?"
She bit her lip, her hands cupping her breast. Then one traveled down her stomach, dipping into her panties. She moaned, her eyes falling closed. "Why don't you find out?"
I made quick work of my briefs, remembering to snag a condom from my wallet, throwing it onto the bed next to her.
I placed one knee on the bed, watching her work over her pussy. "I want to see you." I hooked my fingers under the straps and lowered her panties over her hips.
She bit her lip, and spread her legs wider.
"Put your finger inside."
I watched transfixed while she dipped one delicate finger inside and moaned.
"Fuck, that's hot."
She smiled lazily. "You're a dirty talker. I like it."
I wasn't sure I'd ever felt this way. I was barely holding onto my restraint. With Tina, there had always been a weird dynamic because she performed with a band in local bars. I suspected she'd been cheating on me the entire time. She said she preferred bad boys, and she was fond of saying I was "too nice," whatever that meant.
For one night, I wasn't a single dad, and I sure as fuck wasn't nice. I was the kind of man who took a gorgeous woman to bed minutes after meeting her at a bar.
The dance had been a way to see if we were compatible. If the chemistry I sensed just under the surface was real. And it was.
"Are you going to test how wet I am?" she practically purred.
I could see her fingers glistening, so I knew she was. But when I didn't immediately respond, she removed her fingers and lifted up to grip the base of my cock and squeeze .
I grabbed her wrist for a second time. "You're naughty."
"Mmm. I like the sound of that."
I had a feeling she wasn't this free with other people. Something about me made her feel safe, like she could let go and be herself. "I want to taste you."
A smile spread over her face. "Yes, please."
"So polite." I hooked my arms under her thighs and lowered my body to the bed, trapping my aching cock against the comforter. I blew over her clit.
Her hips bucked.
I lifted my head, logging the way she bit her lip and twisted her fingers on the comforter. She was into this, into me. And there was nothing stopping me from partaking in this moment with her.
Tonight, I wasn’t a single dad or tasked with running the accounting department of my family's ski resort. A one-night stand was reckless, but I wasn't walking away from her.
When I finally licked her, she whimpered, her fingers reaching for purchase, but my hair was shorn close to my head.
This moment felt far more intimate than I would have expected for someone I'd only just met. I licked and sucked, adding one finger, then two.
Her hips lifted off the bed. I liked that she was chasing her pleasure. When she cried out, I curled my fingers over the rough patch against her wall as she went over the edge. Her body compressed around my fingers.
As her body fell flat to the bed, I wiped my mouth on the sheet and moved up her body to grab the condom. I ripped the wrapper and smoothed the condom over my cock which was throbbing.
Her body was flush, her eyes glazed with the aftermath of her pleasure.
I shifted my weight so I could cup her cheek. "Caro." When her gaze settled on mine, I asked, "Do you want me? "
When she nodded, I lowered my body so that my dick nudged her entrance. Her lips parted on a gasp as I eased inside her. I moved slowly, sensing it had been a while for both of us. My chest was nearly bursting with emotion I couldn't quite place.
This should have been awkward, given that we didn't know each other. Instead, it felt good as if we'd always known each other on some level. My body had been waiting for her.
I shoved those thoughts out of my head. I didn't have time for a relationship, especially not with a woman who was only in town on business. I couldn't get involved with another woman whose life was elsewhere.
I wouldn't chase anyone or try and mold them to be what I needed. Carolina wasn't the woman I saw in my future, but she was the right one for tonight.
When I eased all the way inside, I paused for a second, enjoying the press of her walls around my dick and the desire that shown in her eyes.
Her hand gripped my forearm. "I need you to move."
I groaned as I pulled out, then pushed inside. Being inside her was the closest thing I'd ever felt to heaven. It could have been because it had been so long for me, but I suspected it had something to do with her.
She was special. This night was magical, and I wouldn't get another one. I braced my hands on either side of her head and lowered my mouth to hers. I kissed her while I moved with sure and steady thrusts.
When she pulled away, I knew she was close. I pressed my finger on her clit, and she bucked, drawing out my own orgasm. I shuddered and finally collapsed onto her side, drawing her close to me.
I didn't want to have to get up and move. I was exhausted from the day, the week, my life. With a groan, I let her go, heading to the bathroom to take care of the condom. I washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror. I was still the same person—a single dad, an accountant, a Wilde brother—but I felt different, changed somehow.
I knew without a doubt I'd never be the same. I'd always have this night to remember. When I turned off the light and returned to the bed, the moon illuminated the room.
Carolina lifted her hand. "Stay."
"I can stay for a little while." I didn't have to go home, but I grabbed my phone and put it on the nightstand just in case Maeve had an emergency or needed me. I was a dad first. But I could allow myself this one pleasure. I wasn't done with Carolina yet. I'd rest, then see if she was up for another round. If this was our only night, I wanted to take advantage of it.
I held her until her breathing evened out.
I must have fallen asleep too because when I woke up, the moon was high and the clock read three. I checked my phone to ensure there were no texts or missed calls.
"What's wrong?”
I rolled her onto her back. "I need you."
"Mmm. I like the sound of that." Her voice was raspy from sleep.
I sucked on her nipples, using my fingers to ramp her up again. When she was ready for me, I eased inside her, getting the feeling I was coming home. This entire evening felt so much bigger than anything I'd ever experienced before.
It was too bad that she lived wherever she did, and my life was here.
When I was fully seated inside her, she tapped on my shoulder. I flipped us so that she was on top. The moonlight illuminated her face and her gorgeous breasts. Her hair fell down around us as she moved over me, seemingly in no hurry. She gradually moved faster, her breathing coming in short pants, as she chased her release.
I circled her swollen clit. Her movements became jerky. Her entire body pulled taut before she finally let go, her muscles trembling as she collapsed on top of me.
I rolled us again, spreading her legs with my hands under her thighs.
Her eyes widened as I moved with short and quick thrusts. I gave myself over to the pleasure of being inside of her. Her skin was pale in the moonlight, her eyes shiny.
"You are gorgeous," I said, and she made a sound in the back of her throat. Was she not used to compliments? If she were mine, I would ensure that she always felt beautiful.
She reached up to cup my cheek, a slow smile spreading over her face. "You're not so bad yourself."
When was the last time a woman had touched me with such a tender gesture? My relationship with Tina had never been about intimacy. It was all about her and what she needed: attention, sex, adoration.
Then when I'd needed her, she'd distanced herself, saying she wasn't cut out to be a full-time mother.
I refocused on the here and now, which was Carolina. Her hand moved over my chest and down my body.
I kissed her. "Don't stop touching me."
It was a vulnerable request, one I'd never made with a woman before, but I couldn't help it. I craved her touch, the gentleness in her gaze. I moved inside her, chasing the pleasure that only she could give me.
Carolina bit her lip, whimpering. "I think I'm going to?—"
I lowered my body over hers, so that every thrust caused friction against her clit, and in no time, she was moving her hips in time with mine. The second her body jerked, I let go, the pleasure washing over me in waves.
This time I rested my forehead on hers for a few seconds before rolling over. Then I realized my dick was sticky. "I forgot protection." I couldn't believe I'd done that after already having a child .
"It's okay." Carolina's hand rested on my arm, and she lifted up to see my face. "I'm clean and on birth control."
I felt lightheaded from my mistake. "I'm clean too. It's been a while for me."
"Me too."
She was gazing at me as if she could see into my soul.
"I never lose control like that. I'm sorry."
She touched my cheek. "It's okay."
"Will you call me if there's an issue?" I couldn't bring myself to say if you're pregnant. I couldn't believe I'd been so careless.
"I'm sure it's fine, but if it makes you feel better."
My jaw tightened. "It does."
"Let me clean up. Then I'll grab my phone from my purse." She carefully untangled herself from the sheets and padded across the room to the bathroom. The door closed with a soft snick, and I heard the water running. I couldn't believe I'd been so careless, especially after what happened with Tina. I'd thought she was on birth control, and she'd insisted condoms weren't necessary. I still wasn't sure if the birth control failed or if she'd lied.
I hadn't asked because it didn't seem appropriate once she was pregnant. All that mattered was taking care of her and the baby. Then she'd abandoned me.
When the door opened, Carolina came out, still naked. I admired the curve of her hip, the swell of her breast, as she reached for her purse, pulling out her phone.
I held out my hand. "I'll put my number in."
When she handed it over, I inputted my contact information. "Call me if you need anything."
Carolina turned off the bathroom light, then climbed into bed next to me, resting her hand on my chest. "I'm sure it will be fine. I'm not worried."
I set the phone on the nightstand .
Carolina settled onto my shoulder, curling her body around mine.
I wouldn't relax until I heard from her. I couldn't believe I'd been so irresponsible. I loved Joey, but the next time I had a child, I hoped to be in a loving, committed relationship. I wanted to raise a child with the mother, together. I wanted a family. My chest ached at the idea.
My life had been filled with the responsibilities of being a single parent. But being with Carolina made me think about the future, about wanting a life to share with someone.
Her breathing evened out, and I wondered if I needed to leave before the sun came up. I didn't want anyone to see me leaving her room. It would surely get back to my brothers, and I couldn't afford a reputation, especially not with Joey.
I wasn't the kind of guy who had affairs with tourists, except maybe I was. But I couldn't help but think Carolina was different. She was my one indulgence. The one memory I could hold with me forever. And it felt good knowing she had my number if she needed me. I didn't need hers because this wasn't going to be an ongoing thing. I had no idea when she'd be back to run another conference, and it shouldn't matter. It was one night.
I allowed myself to hold her for an hour. Then I slipped out from underneath her. She barely stirred. I wrote a quick note and left it by her phone.
Caro— Thank you for an amazing night. Call me if you need anything.—Oliver.
I debated the wording but went with what felt right. It had been an amazing night. I quietly put on my clothes, allowing myself to look at her one more time, wishing I could take a picture to remember her forever. But I'd never invade her privacy like that or put her at risk.
I didn't need to snap a picture to remember the way she looked in the moonlight.