The door swings open and I forget how to speak. My eyes travel from Olivia’s eyes, down her slender neck, stopping on the scar at her collarbone — I’ll find out about that later — to her pert breasts, down to her ankles, and back up. She’s wearing a dress, and she looks phenomenal. When our eyes finally connect, I notice how dilated her eyes are, and it takes all the strength within me not to haul her into my arms right here and now.
“You look gorgeous.”
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, making my heart rate increase. Her eyes travel down my body as well, stopping briefly on my hands. She swallows before trailing her eyes back up to mine. I’m glad I stopped and got the flowers, since they’re hiding how hard my cock is. Normally I can control it, but with how gorgeous she looks and the way she’s looking at me, I lost thatbattle. I’m wearing gray slacks with a black button-up shirt that’s rolled up to my elbows. The slacks will do little to hide how much I want her.
She offers me a small smile, her cheeks stained pink, and opens the door wider, motioning for me to come in. I walk in, still holding onto the flowers like a lifeline. “Do you have a vase?” I ask her, holding the flowers up slightly. Her eyes land on my hands again, her smile growing bigger, and she nods, leading the way through the living room to the kitchen.Does she have a thing for hands?
“How did you know calla lilies are my favorite?”
She leans down to look for a vase under her sink, and I can’t stop myself from staring at her ass.Shit.I have got to get myself under control or in about twenty seconds, she’s going to see how gorgeous I really think she is. Getting on her knees to reach further into the cabinet, he glances up at me and the talking to I’m giving to my dick right now goes straight out the window.
Her on her knees in front of me. Fuck. What a sight.She grabs a vase and stands. Her eyes widen when she realizes how close I’ve gotten to her. Forcing myself to take a step back, so I don’t scare her. The rise and fall of her chest has increased from the flush on her neck and cheeks. I'm almost sure it’s from desire. It makes me feel less like a jerk.
I walk to the other side of the kitchen to put the island between me and her, so I can get my situation under control. She arches an eyebrow at me, but doesn’t say anything as she fills the vase with water and places it on the island. I hand her the flowers. She glances at the bottom of the stems first before placing them in the vase.
“Thank you.” She adjusts them until they’re spread out evenly. “You even got a couple of purple ones.” She smiles at me again.
Remembering I never answered her question about the calla lilies being her favorite. “I know you, sweetness. Your mom usedto always get you calla lilies, and the look on your face every time was priceless.”
She walks around the island and leans her side against it, standing in front of me. Thankfully, my dick is finally listening to me, but I’m slightly hidden by a chair, just in case. “Did I have that look when I opened the door?”
“I don’t know,” I admit before thinking. Her eyebrows pinch together. I rub my palm over my jaw. “I wasn’t exactly looking at your face.”
Her mouth pops open in a small O. Does she wear red lipstick or is that her natural color? I want to kiss her to find out. Taking her back to my house probably wasn’t the best idea. We’ll be alone and everything in me wants to devour her for dinner.
“So, I take it you like the dress,” she whispers. I push away from the chair I’m hiding behind and close the distance between us.
“I like it very much.” Lifting my hand, I grip the side of her neck. I don’t go as slow as I was to test and see if she’s beginning to trust me. She doesn’t flinch, so I take that as a yes.
“I didn’t exactly look at your face either,” she says.Fuck.The blood rushes down to my cock. Again. She grabs my other hand and leans into the hand gripping her neck. “I like your hands and your tattoos.” Her eyes trail along the column of my throat, tracing my tattoos.
“Thank you. One day I’ll show you the rest.” I rub my thumb along the column of her throat, down to her scar. She stiffens, but doesn’t stop me. “What happened?” I ask her.
She swallows and stares at my chest, not answering. I take a deep breath, wrap one arm around her shoulders and the other around her waist, then pull her into a hug. She wraps her arms around my waist and nuzzles her face into my chest.
“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to stop it. I should have been there,” I say into her hair. Her lavender scent envelops me. Iwant to bottle it up so I can breathe it in whenever I want. “One day, I want you to tell me your secrets, Olivia. It doesn’t have to be today, but know I’m here and I want you to trust me enough to tell me.”
She nods and tightens her hold on my chest. “I will. I promise.”
I know she means it. After a few more minutes, I pull away. “You ready to go? My house assistant is staying late to keep an eye on the food.” I take her hand when she nods and lead her to the door.
“Did you cook?” she asks.
“I did. I made chicken parmesan.”
She hums. “That sounds so good. I love any kind of pasta.” I reach for the door, but she stops me. “Hold on, I need to set the alarm first.” She glances back toward the kitchen and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.
“What is it?”
She glances at me and sighs. “Nothing.” She lifts her hand to put in the code, but I stop her.
“Olivia? What’s wrong?”
She glances at the kitchen again. “You’re going to think I’m crazy,” she murmurs.
“I’m not.”
“I didn’t check the privacy fence when I got home from work. I try to do that before it gets dark, but I’ll probably get home after it’s dark.” She balls her hand into a fist and releases it.
