As her tight heat surrounded him, he let out a torrent of swear words. “You feel too good, Livvy. I can’t go slow, have to move.”
“Yes.” Her hands clutched his buttocks, nails digging in, urging him on. Mindless with need, aching for release, he began to hammer into her, finesse out the window. It was raw, intense, the desire to worship, to savor, drowned out by the need to mate, to claim her.
Her body stiffened, then shuddered beneath him, a moan of pleasure leaving her lips, and he let himself go, following after her, his release so long, so strong, he saw stars.
Chapter 13
She’d known him barely a week, had been intimate with him for only two days, yet the moment Olivia opened the door of her hotel room on Tuesday afternoon and saw Connor, she knew from the set of his jaw, the tousled mess of his hair, that something was wrong.
“What is it?”
He glanced up and down the corridor, then dived inside.
“First, this.” Placing a warm, roughed palm on either side of her face, he kissed her, a long, deep, drugging kiss that sent liquid heat pooling between her legs. Breaking away, he exhaled, minty breath fanning her face, then swore, slanted his mouth, and kissed her again with deep, possessive strokes of his tongue, savoring her, tormenting her.
Then he let out a guttural groan and eased back. “I’m going to be late for our thing today. Like, two fucking hours late.” He shook his head, his expression troubled.
“So we have two hours less to do whatever it is you’d planned.” She smiled. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay. I promised to take you Jet-Skiing today. And now I can’t.”
“Jet-Skiing?”
He jammed a hand through his hair. “Shit. I forgot it was meant to be a surprise.”
He looked so forlorn, she found herself pressing a soft kiss to his mouth. “What is it about you and the need to put me on wildly unsuitable modes of transport?”
“Just like to feel your arms around my waist, Livvy.” He sighed heavily. “But the kitchen are shorthanded, and as much as I want your hands on me, right now I need the brownie points from Felix more.” His eyes focused over her shoulder. “He’s promised to go through some menu ideas I showed him, so I don’t want to piss him off.”
She didn’t know much about working in a kitchen but... “Isn’t it the head chef who comes up with the menus?”
“Yeah, but...” His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in his throat. “I figured it wouldn’t do any harm to show him what I’ve been working on.” Finally his eyes met hers. “The worst thing he can say is that they’re not suitable, right?”
He was so confident when it came to women, to sex, but the man standing in front of her now was full of uncertainty. “If he’s serious about teaching you, he’ll appreciate the effort you’ve made in putting them together.”
“Hopefully.” He rubbed his hands restlessly up and down her sides. “But I’m still sorry about our afternoon.”
“You came out here to learn from Chef Felix. That should be your focus, not me.” She smiled. “Trust me, I understand all about work coming first.”
“No.” He gave her a fierce look. “I’ll find a way to spend more time with you. And before you start thinking you’ve got a free evening, I’m not calling off today, just telling you I’ll be late.” He inched closer, nudged her nose with his. “And I promise to make it up to you,” he whispered gruffly before giving her another soul-shattering kiss.
When the door closed behind him, she sagged against the wall.
Two hours. She had two hours to recover before she saw him again.
She settled back on the bed and went to the WhatsApp group she shared with her sisters.
Anyone around for a quick call? Don’t worry if not, I can always work...
Two seconds later, Jessica phoned her.
“Nick and the kids have gone for a tour of the Red Sox stadium. Bless him, he booked me into the spa, but I couldn’t face waddling around in a toweling robe, so I’ve snuck back to our room and am sitting with my feet up, drinking tea and surfing the TV for something trashy to watch. So if you’re not about to divulge intimate secrets of your smutty holiday fling, I’m hanging up.”
“Wow, pregnancy hormones playing up again?”
“Totally.” Jessica sighed. “Remind me never to get pregnant again. The only good thing about it is the conception.” She paused. “Speaking of sex...”
Olivia groaned. “That’s such a terrible segue, it doesn’t deserve a response.” Her head fell back against the pillows. “But, God, Jess, I’ve had more sex in the past two days than I had in six months with Jeremy.”
