Chapter 22
Olivia laid in the circle of Trevor’s arms, her traitorous body refusing to sleep. What had possessed her to kiss him when he nuzzled her neck?
Lust.
Oh, she lusted after him, all right. She wanted that man as much as he wanted her, but she was torn and feeling utterly responsible for her as-of-yet-unmemorable fiancé.
What if she did remember him, and suddenly regretted all of her actions with Trevor?
It seemed the most likely scenario, so keeping Trevor at bay made sense.
But fifteen minutes after his breathing became deeper and more rhythmic, she could still feel the pressure of his boner on her bottom, and was still forcing her pelvis to be still when she desperately wanted to press back against him.
She sighed heavily.
What would this night have been like if she’d welcomed his advances? They would have made love, that was for sure. It seemed all that man had to do was look at her and she skipped through fourteen kinds of foreplay in one hot second.
She didn’t want to behave and “do the right thing” where Trevor was concerned, and she wasn’t sure if that made her a petulant child or a grown-up woman who’d been given a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. A chance to experience another man, at a time when that chance should have been far behind her.
Trevor stirred in his sleep, his arm tightening around her middle.
She slipped her hand over his. Even his hands showed the strength of his body, each finger heavily muscled and devoid of any fat.
He was the epitome of the strong male physique, so she shouldn’t be surprised by her reaction to him.
This was nature and sexual attraction at their best.
She sighed dramatically.
She was never going to get any sleep.