"Go ahead and sit down," Tiffany said, amused. "Let's see how you look in the cockpit."
He swore to God shepurredthat last word, and that the look she gave him was sly and sultry and absolutely devastating. It was just as well the seat was available, because Ollie wasn't sure he could keep on his feet if somebody paid him to. He dropped into the cab's chair and found himself looking up at Tiffany like the utter goddess she was.
She stepped out of the tall clogs she wore, putting her knees on either side of his thighs as she left the shoes behind and settled into his lap. Ollie could feel the heat of her pressed against him, even through his trousers. Even through, he assumed, her underwear, although his cock gave an almighty twitch at the idea she might not be wearing any.
He suddenly very badly wanted to find out, but tried to scrape a thread of decency together. "Should we, uh, be, should we be doing something like this where somebody works…?"
Tiffany grinned. "I usually drive the dozer. Me and some Febreze will take care of it and nooooobody else will have to know."
"Oh." Ollie was usually a fairly quick thinker. It helped to be, running numbers all the time. Right now he didn't seem to be able to put more than one or two words together at a time. "I…what…ah, what…now?"Hehad plenty of answers to that question. He just didn't want to make any rude assumptions.
"I suppose," Tiffany murmured, "that depends on whether you'd like to see if I can…" A little smile formed on her lips, pressed against his neck, and she bumped her hips against his. "Whether I can drive a stick."
"Oh, my God." Ollie laughed and curled his arms around her, reveling in the sturdy strength of her body and her warmth settled against him. "Somehow I'mverysure you can."
"I am, in fact, extremely good at it." He could feel her grin. "Although I've never done this particular kind of stick-driving in a dozer. It seems like a good adventure, though."
An unexpected pang shot through Ollie's heart. He kept his arms wrapped around her, but his question was quiet, careful: "Is that what this is? An adventure?"
"Life is short. I thought we should live a little before you leave town." Tiffany leaned back, eyebrows drawing down. "Oh. Or do you not want to?"
"Oh, God. Tiffany. It's not that I don't want to." Ollie gave a hoarse laugh. "I don't think I've ever wanted to do anything more in my life. But I need you to know something first. Two things."
She was visibly startled. "Is everything okay? Are you a virgin?"
"What? No."
"Oh. Okay. What, then?"
"First…" Ollie groaned and put his face against her throat, inhaling her scent and trying not to lose track of his thoughts. "First, again,no objectionshere, but also if you want this right now because you think I'm going to leave and we'll never see each other again, that's not what's going to happen here. Not unless you tell me to go."
She hadn't been saying anything anyway, but somehow Tiffany still paused, absorbing that information. After a longish moment, she said, "You live in Australia," in a tone that summed up how unlikely she felt his conviction on this topic was.
"I do. And I'm going to need to get a visa to stay, or if you want to go to Australia, we'll figure that out, but your job is here, your entire company is here, so I'm thinking I stay. But again, unless you tell me to go, I mean I might still go out west and visit the cousins but I'm not leaving the States, or you, unless you want me to."
"You met meyesterday, Ollie." Tiffany sounded baffled and overjoyed all at once. "This isn't a decision you make based on meeting somebodyyesterday. Not even if you're a Disney princess, these days."
"I'm even better than a Disney princess."
That time they both paused, until Tiffany gave a truly inelegant snort of laughter and buried her face in Ollie's shoulder to muffle her giggles. "I don't even know how to respond to that. Are you a Disney prince, then?"
"No, but I am somebody…oh, God, you're going to have to get out of my lap."
To his intense delight and almost as intense dismay, Tiffany rolled her hips against his. "Are youreallysure about that?"
A groan rose from the bottom of Ollie's soul. Some other things rose, too, or rather, rosemore, until all he really wanted to do was get out of his trousers.
I don't wear trousers!the koala objected.
That was true. In order to show Tiffany what he needed to, Ollie would not, in a manner of speaking, be wearing the trousers anymore. "I am…deeply conflicted in my answer to that question," he admitted in a low rough voice. "But I think for a minute, yeah. Because I really have to explain the second part of why I'm not going to leave you."
"Okay." Tiffany's mouth left a heated spot against his throat, but she crawled off his lap and stepped as far back inside the dozer cab as was possible. "I'm listening."
He looked up at her, silhouetted by the streetlights, pale hair, white dress moving lightly in the breeze, and for a moment wondered what the hell he was doing talking when he could have been making love to such an incredible woman.
But the truth was that no matter how much hedidwant her, and he wanted her very much indeed, taking this step because she figured he was going to leave her just didn't work for him. It had to be all or nothing.
And everyone swore to him that fated mates always went forall.
