He stared at her for a minute, his eyes dark, his lips swollen and wet, and then he kissed her, an all-consuming declaration that she washis, no more hedging around it. She opened her mouth like she’d opened her heart, consequences be damned, and he poured himself into her in every possible way, carrying her with him.
— SIXTEEN —
FOR the first time in two years, Olivia woke up to smells and sounds of someone in her kitchen. She cracked an eyelid. It was still dark out. Rafe was whistling.
Oh god. This was what pure happiness felt like. She closed her eyes and let herself drift back into quasi-sleep as memories from the night before warmed her from the inside out. They’d been insatiable, both of them. When she tried to picture it, all she saw was a tumble of limbs, sliding back and forth, skin-on-skin. Two people completely entwined, rolling from one position to the next, hungry for so much more.
“You’re blushing,” His voice in the doorway made her smile.
“You can’t know that, it’s dark.” She peeked through her eye lashes to confirm that was still the case.
“You blushed for most of the night, every time your leg touched my hard-on. It’s an easy bet you’re pink all over now that you’re awake and remembering what we did.”
She laughed, then sobered up. “You had a hard-on all night long?” And did they have time to do something about it before she went to work?
He came closer and she smelled the coffee as he set two mugs on the side table. “Want to take a shower with me and get reacquainted with him?”
She tossed off the blankets. Heck ya.
He washed her hair, his erection bobbing against her back the whole time, but when she reached for him, he shook his head. He pressed her against the tile wall and kissed her instead, a proper good morning kiss like the day before at the diner. “I was kidding about that.”
“I wasn’t,” she said, wrapping her hand around his shaft. “I didn’t get to taste you last night.”
She dropped to her knees and kissed the very tip of him, then licked her lips, easing the way for the head to slide into her mouth. She fisted her hand right behind his foreskin, relishing the way he throbbed under her touch. As one, she moved her hand and her mouth down his shaft until her pinky finger hit the firm flat of his lower abdomen. He grunted and leaned forward, bracing himself against the wall as she cupped his balls with her other hand.
Power sizzled through her veins as she looked up at him. His eyes, half-hooded with desire, tracked her every movement. In and out, lick and suck. She ducked her head and concentrated on her task. It didn’t take long before his legs were shaking and his shaft swelled in her mouth. She swallowed hard, pulling him into her throat and he started swearing. One of his hands cupped the back of her head and she pulsed her tongue along the underside of his cock, urging him to spill himself in her mouth.
He hissed her name, a long, drawn out warning she didn’t need. She knew she had him as his sac tightened in her hand. She stroked her fingertips right there, along the seam, and that did it. He thudded his hips against her face, his hand cushioning the thump of her head against the wall, and came hard right where she wanted him.
She slid between his legs and stood behind him, pressing a kiss to the middle of his back before leaving him leaning against the wall to recover. She dried off, went to the larger closet in the hall to find a Rafe-sized bath sheet, then the bedroom for the coffee he’d made her. A quick glance at the clock told her she still had an hour before work. Her husband was a freak of nature, waking up so early on his day off.
He was still leaning against the tile, water sluicing down his back, when she returned.
“Can I dry you off, mister?”
He glanced over his shoulder and shook his head at her. “Come any closer, woman, and you’re going to drain the very last of my reserves.”
She perched on the toilet seat and sipped her coffee while he slowly returned to full function.
“What do you have going on today?” He asked as he padded down the hall in search of his own cup. She followed.
“Diner first, but just a half-day today because I worked a full-day yesterday and the new girl is doing well. Did I tell you that Frank wants me to keep working there on Wednesdays until the filming actually begins? It’s okay with Greg, because I’m going to end up working evenings and weekends a bit, like next week’s community meeting…” She trailed off as she realized he was staring at her with a strange look on his face. Good, but strange. “What?”
“You’re telling me about your day. You love me, we’re both naked from the shower, and you’re telling me—“ He reached out and hauled her toward him. She just barely managed to perch her coffee mug on the side table again before he’d pulled her onto the bed. “This is good,” he said, kissing her forehead.
She pressed her hand to his chest. His heart thumped against her palm.No, she thought.This is great.
— —
It remained great for exactly one week.
Greg and Ashley arrived bright and early the following Thursday, a cold, clear day, and she met them at the Blue Heron Lane cottages. She didn’t have a shift at the diner until the following week, so she was in total movie-mode. She’d woken up when Rafe left for his shift at dark o’clock, and spent the next hour in front of her closet trying to decide what to wear. She’d already settled on dark jeans, a white t-shirt and a corduroy blazer for the community meeting that night, but she wanted that outfit to be fresh in the evening.
Every single pair of pants she owned ended up tossed on the bed before she settled on black pants and a red long-sleeve cashmere blend sweater she’d only worn once the previous Christmas when she’d gone to her sister’s. She set them aside and returned everything else to some semblance of normal before ducking into the bathroom to brush her hair. She stared at herself in the mirror. Maybe it was time to ditch the ponytail. She hated the randomness of her waves when she left it down, but she had enough time today that she could blow dry her hair straight. And then it would still look good for the meeting.
An hour later, she stopped at the diner and ordered herself a coffee to go. Frank made noises about her never looking so fancy when she worked for him, but his eyes promised he was still proud of her. She blew him a kiss and promised she’d be back later with her new boss, which only made him grumble even more, although the last bit was something about the man being a good tipper.
They had a tight itinerary, but Ashley kept them on track. The other woman was probably a few years younger than Olivia, but she seemed like a total professional.
