Chapter 9 #2
The thought of his arse bearing red marks from where she’d clawed at him through his trousers nearly undid him. Fuck. This
was torture. The most incredible, exquisite torture of his life.
“You feel so good, Livvy. Like your body was made to fit mine. You keep bucking against me, using me. I want to be used by
you.”
She moaned again, louder, and then suddenly he felt her go taut. A second later the most beautiful sound of pleasure left
her lips and she shuddered, then shuddered again, before her whole body sagged against him.
Carefully he drew up her chin, noticing the flush on her cheeks, the glazed look in her eyes before they slowly focused. “Beautiful,”
he rasped. “You are fucking beautiful.” He needed to come so badly, it was a physical pain, yet he also felt complete. Like
it didn’t matter because what he’d just witnessed had transcended his own satisfaction. Gently he dropped a kiss to her mouth
before reluctantly stepping back. “Ready for that walk?”
She let out a shaky laugh. “I don’t know if my legs can support me.”
Her eyes dropped to below his waist, to where he was still visibly hard, but before she could say anything that might ruin
the moment, he lifted her off the rocks and carefully set her on her feet. “You can cling to me for support.”
She looked down at him again. “Are we ignoring that huge . . . statement in your trousers?”
When had he last laughed while sporting a painful erection? Probably never. Before Ellie, he’d been young and too focused
on relieving the ache. Post Ellie, sex in the main had been furtive, solo encounters with his hand while she was asleep or
hurried one-night stands, always with one eye on the clock to make sure he wasn’t too late back for his parents. “Yes, we’re
ignoring it.” He picked up the chef jacket and dragged it back on, satisfied it covered everything.
“You don’t want me to . . .” She trailed off, blowing out a frustrated breath.
“Jerk me off? Suck me off?” Hurt flashed across her face and he cursed. She was different than the flirty young women he met
at bars who treated sex casually, who’d happily give him a blow job without a second thought. He placed his hands on her shoulders
and drew her gently toward him. “Don’t think for one minute I wouldn’t give my aching right nut to have your hands on me in
any way, shape, or form. But you shouldn’t feel obligated to return the favor.” He dropped a kiss on her lips, groaning at
their softness. “Besides, knowing I made you come, seeing it happen? Nothing that came after would be as satisfying, so I’d
rather leave it there.”
She searched his eyes for a moment, as if checking his sincerity, then nodded. “Okay.”
They began to make their way along the beach. He wasn’t one to wax lyrical about scenery, but the long stretch of sand, the
lighthouse, the blue water of the harbor, the sheer serenity of the place—Nantucket was pretty fucking special.
“Why are you working so many shifts?” she asked after a while.
“It’s good money.” He was bursting to tell her about Ellie; his daughter was his life, and not talking about that huge part
of it felt wrong. But for the next few weeks, he was living a different life, and in that one, he wanted to be what Olivia
needed him to be. Even though she didn’t realize it yet. It was also what he needed. To be the hot young guy she could have a wild, carefree holiday fling with. Who made her forget about work, about
being mature and sensible. “The hotel is down a barman, so when I’m not in the kitchen, it makes sense to earn some extra
cash while I’m here.” He glanced at her. “I can always turn down the shift if I find a better way to spend my time.”
Her mouth twitched. “I’ll bear that in mind.”
Reluctantly he turned them around and set off back to the hotel, his break almost over.
“Are you working tomorrow?” She asked.
“Yep. At the wedding reception, they’ll be eating my starters.”
“And in the evening?”
“All I’ll be fit for tomorrow night is bed.” He halted, studying her. “Unless someone comes up with a better offer.” He tried
to keep the hope out of his voice.
“My niece, my sisters, they’re going to invite you along to the evening do after your shift.”
The hope sunk like a rock thrown into a pond. “You want me to tell them I have to work.”
“No.” A noise that sounded like a cat being strangled left her throat. “But why on earth would you think otherwise when I’ve
been so standoffish?” She stared straight into his eyes. “I’d like you to come.”
He blinked, his brain trying to catch up. “You want me at your niece’s evening reception?”
“Yes.” She swallowed and looked away. “If you want to go, but if you think you’ll be too tired, I understand.”
“Livvy, I could go a week without sleep and still not be too tired to spend an evening with you.”
“That’s . . . oh.” Her cheeks bloomed. “Now I’m flustered.”
He liked knowing he could unbalance her.
All too quickly they were back at the hotel. He took her hand, pressed a kiss to her palm. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”
She nodded, her gaze sliding up to his. “Thank you for taking a walk with me.”
“I think the pleasure was all mine,” she replied dryly. Her eyes skimmed his face, and he sensed she was choosing her next
words carefully. “I wouldn’t have felt obligated,” she said eventually. “I only do what I want to do. And what I wanted to
do was return the pleasure you gave me.”
With a final look at him she turned and strode back to her mum and sister, leaving him gaping after her, his erection harder
than ever.