Chapter 38
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Olivia
He presses his lips to my forehead. “I’m staying the night again.”
I didn’t think it was up for discussion. “I’m not going to argue with you.”
He takes my hand and leads me down the hallway to my bedroom. I stop him when he reaches to turn on the overhead light. “That’s too bright. I’ll open the curtain and bring in some moonlight.”
I cross the room and tug on the curtains, opening them wide enough that when we are in bed, we’ll be able to see the skyline.
I turn back to find him sitting on the bed with my watch in his hands.
“Tell me about this.” He lifts it in the air carefully. “You wear it almost all the time.”
I take a seat next to him. “It’s my most treasured possession.”
“Did a man give you this?”
There’s not an accusatory tone in his voice at all. It’s curiosity. “It belonged to my dad. My mom had it engraved with their wedding date.”
He turns it over to examine the back. His index finger skims over the brushed metal. “You never talk about your dad.”
I could say the same to him, but I don’t. Sometimes families are complicated. He has a close relationship with his sister and his nephew. They’re the people who matter most to him.
“He died when I was young.” I sigh. “I don’t remember him, but that watch makes me feel close to him. I don’t know if that makes sense or not.”
His gaze catches mine. “It makes sense.”
“The day I graduated from high school my mom gave me a box of things that belonged to him.” I point toward the wooden box I keep on a shelf. “There’s a silver pen, a couple of neckties, some cufflinks, and this watch.”
“It suits you.” He places it in my palm. “It’s too big and masculine for you, but for some reason it suits you.”
I run my finger over the face of the watch. “I’ve always felt that too.”
“Do you have any siblings or is it just you?”
“Just me.” I answer with a soft smile.
“You’re an only child?” That draws his brows up.
I nod. “I like it that way.”
He takes the watch from me and sets it on my nightstand. “Your dad would be proud of the woman you’ve become.”
They’re not empty words meant to offer me comfort. I sense that he means them. “I think so too.”
He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I’m going to make love to you, Olivia.”
“Let me undress you.” My hands move to the buttons on his black dress shirt.
His hands jump to cover mine. “Take off your clothes first.”
I look down at my sweatpants and T-shirt. “A sexy striptease is off the table.”
He laughs. “I’m only interested in what’s underneath.”
I slide to my feet and undress quickly. I don’t stop until my black panties and bra are on the floor. I twirl once in place.
“Your body is beautiful.” His hand finds my outer thigh. “I’m crazy about every inch of you.”
I gaze down at him. “Can I take off your clothes now?”
He moves to stand too. “I’ll help if you like.”
I shake my head. “I want to do this.”
I take my time, uncovering his body slowly, peppering his skin with kisses.
Once he’s nude, I move to drop to my knees, but his hands grab my biceps, holding me in place. “Don’t. I am so close to coming.”
“I want to kiss your cock,” I purr. “You want that, don’t you?”
His hands slide to my waist. I’m on my back on the bed before I can form a thought. “I want to fuck you.”
I watch him stalk across the room to my dresser. He yanks open the top drawer and digs out a condom. It’s on his cock in an instant as the foil package flutters to the floor.
I moan when he crawls over me.
My legs move apart, he slides the tip of his cock over my cleft and in one achingly exquisite moment, he’s inside of me, and everything else in the world falls away other than the need I feel for this man.
“Tell me what you want, Olivia.” His breath floats over my neck. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
I open my eyes. I must have drifted to sleep after we made love.
Alexander was attentive and tender, whispering words to me about how much he loved my body, how good it felt to be inside of me.
After he washed me with a warm cloth and disposed of the condom, he crawled into the bed and held me in his arms.
“How long was I asleep?” I whisper.
“Not long.” His fingers move to push a strand of hair from my cheek.
I do the same to him, trailing my fingers over his forehead. “Did you sleep?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I watched you.”
I stare into his eyes, feeling as though my soul is bare. I’m starting to feel something for him. It goes beyond the desperate need for moments like this.
It’s not just sex anymore.
Is this love?
He wraps his hand around the back of my neck. “What can I do to make you happy today, Olivia?”
I press my lips to his, lingering there as his tongue slips over mine. “This.”
“I’d stay in this bed for eternity if it kept a smile on your face.”
I grin from ear-to-ear.
“I know you have to go to work, but think about tonight.” His fingers move down my back. “Think about what I can do for you after a long, hard day at work.”
My back bows when his hand finds my ass. He squeezes it before his fingers move to my pussy.
I shift my leg, wanting to feel him inside of me.
“I can cook for you.” His lips trail over my neck. “I can sing for you. I can dance for you.”
“Play for me,” I whisper through a moan. “I want to watch you play the cello.”
One long finger slides inside my channel, another finds my clit and I close my eyes, savoring his touch and the sound of my name as he says it over and over again.