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  It had been years, but her muscle memory remained, as she reached a hand down to explore his penis. Her palm wrapped around him, eliciting a groan, and she gave an experimental stroke then a tug.

  “Olivia,” he whispered. “Wait.”

  “Wait? For what? If it were up to you we’d still have our clothes on and be drinking tea. I want this,” she squeezed him, “inside me. Now.”

  He reached down and grabbed the wrist of the hand holding his cock, then grabbed her other hand. He pinned them both against the mattress above her head. “Who’s done this before?” he asked.

  If you’d told her she’d love being pinned to the bed, she wouldn’t have believed it, but she loved being held bound by him. At his mercy. She trusted him to take care of her. “You have,” she whispered.

  “Exactly. So this first time, I’m in charge. After that, if you want to play with my dick, it’s all yours.”

  Her pussy involuntarily clenched at the words that his dick was hers.

  “Kiss me,” he ordered, then pushed his face to hers. With their forearms touching on either side of her head, their tongues found each other, and the rest of the pieces lined up exactly as God intended.

  She wound her legs around his hips and his dick pushed against the seam of her lips. Together, as if they’d been doing this dance forever, they shifted their hips, creating a beautiful friction.

  He groaned and pushed off her. “What’s wrong?” she asked, sitting up on her elbows, now that they were free.

  He was kneeling at his discarded shorts digging through the pockets for something. He pulled out his wallet. “Condom,” he said. “Need to keep my sanity, cause I’m too close to losing it.”

  “Oh.” She relaxed, grateful for a partner who was taking care of the necessities. It hadn’t occurred to her to put a condom in her purse, but after today, she was stocking them. Her desire for Drew overpowered the twinge of religious discomfort at how badly she was violating the teachings she’d been born to. There’d be time for confession later. Then there was no time for indecision because he was over her again, pushing her into the mattress as his body covered hers.

  She moaned and locked her heels around his ass, using the muscles in her thighs to pull him down to her. His cock found her easily, and with a hand he guided himself in. An inch at a time he pushed his way deeper and deeper.

  There was barely any resistance, only glorious, slick friction as she accepted a man into her for the first time. It was a million times better than she’d dreamed. Her fantasies hadn’t accounted for the feel of Drew’s light curling chest hair rubbing against her breasts. She hadn’t imagined the salty taste of his skin as she kissed and licked his upper arm.

  And the tiny noises were a revelation also. She’d guessed moaning was a part of it, as evidenced from television and movies. But the sound of sweat-sheened skin rubbing, along with the muffled thump of the mattress under them shifting was new.

  Also, not imagined was her partner encouraging her and whispering dirty words in her ear as he plunged in and out of her, slowly, carefully, letting her feel every hard inch of him deep inside her.

  She loved it. “I love this,” she said to Drew.

  “Good,” he said tightly, but his eyes were closed and it looked as if he were concentrating on solving the world’s most complicated math problem.

  “Look at me,” she said, suddenly needing a visual connection.

  His eyes opened and he looked intently at her until she was the one glancing away and shutting her eyes against the intensity of her feelings both emotional and physical.

  “Too much?” he asked, giving her a long slow thrust.

  She squeezed her inner muscles. “Not enough. More.” She opened her eyes long enough to see him smile slightly, but then they both groaned as he sped up the tempo and rhythm.

  Her body felt as if it’d be lost to oblivion. She’d had orgasms before, but she suspected what was coming would overwhelm her with its intensity. He filled every inch of her and pushed at her clit, a sensation you could only achieve with a man or a fancy vibrator. Which she didn’t own, as she lived with her nosy parents.

  Ew. Go away. She pushed away thoughts of her parents and easily refocused on what Drew was doing to her, and then realized she was letting him do all the work. She had a job here too and wanted to give him an equal amount of the pleasure he was foisting on her.

  She let her hands roam across his back, reaching lower until her fingernails dug gently into the curve of his ass. She reached between his thighs and grazed his soft balls with a nail. She might not have had firsthand experience with intercourse before, but she’d done and read enough to know men liked their balls handled during sex.

  “If you do that, this is over,” Drew warned.

  Oh. That she hadn’t known. Hastily she removed her hand and let it rest on his shoulder.

  “If you’re looking for something to touch, touch yourself,” he said.

  Her eyes opened.

  He gave her a meaningful look and bent his head down toward where their bodies were connected.

  “Oh,” she whispered.

  He did something with his hips, giving her room to reach between their bodies and rub a finger over her slippery clit. “Holy…” She wasn’t only feeling herself, but both of them where their bodies were connected, and every few seconds her hand was pushed as he thrust his dick in.

  The orgasm hit immediately. It overwhelmed her with the suddenness and deepness of how it rolled through her body making every previous orgasm pale in comparison.

  “Oh, Jesus, Olivia. Fuck, I feel you coming.”

  She couldn’t speak, and responded by squeezing her eyes shut, moving her finger even faster to prolong the sensation and lifting her hips to meet his.

  The rhythm was lost as he too was overcome with his orgasm and started to pound into her faster and harder until he finally groaned and rested his forehead against hers.

  They remained locked together, catching their breath. Every few seconds she squeezed her inner muscles where they were still connected, then shuddered in pleasure. She might still be having an orgasm.

  “Amazing,” he whispered, and gently kissed her cheek. With an easy move, he slipped out and off of her. “Condom,” he said, when she gave him a look complaining that she didn’t want him out of the bed yet.

  “Hurry back,” she whispered at his ass which was en route to the hall bathroom. He returned in seconds and climbed back in bed, curling his body around hers. The bed, which had been perfect minutes before, was suddenly way too small, forcing them to contort limbs and necks to make them fit.

  She giggled.

  He kissed her nose. “What’s funny?”

  “Nothing. Everything.”

  “Worth the wait?”

  Now she kissed him on his lips and she climbed on top of him, using his bigger body as her mattress. “Absolutely. One hundred ten percent.”

  “Good to know.”

  “Can we do it again? Now?” She gave an experimental wiggle against him, but his erection was still soft.

  He laughed. “As soon as possible, though being back in this room reminds me of being fourteen and able to jerk off repeatedly.”

  Her cheeks felt hot at his casual mention of masturbation.

  “My poor mother,” he continued. “She’s not an idiot, and my dad wasn’t around to take me aside, give me a box of tissues, and have a good talk. Instead I came home one day to a box of tissues on the nightstand. She must’ve been horrified.”

  They both glanced over to where a box of tissues still stood.

  “I vaguely remember complaining that my brother was always in the shower,” she said. “I was ten, and I complained to my mom, but she told me that he was extra dirty because of puberty.”

  “Dirty sounds about right,” Drew muttered.

  She laughed and then closed her eyes and, using his shoulder as her pillow, started to doze off. Given her two-job situation, she was running ragged and was al
ways tired lately. The house was mostly packed; she was going to catnap for a bit.

  Drew trailed his fingertips up and down Olivia’s bare skin over her spine. She was out, possibly drooling on his shoulder, if he’d assessed the wet spot on his arm correctly. He felt…at peace. Lying in his childhood bedroom, where he’d never managed to do more than solo masturbation despite his best efforts to sneak things past his mother, he wasn’t feeling his normal anxiety.

  Every previous time he’d had sex, he freaking loved every second of it, except the moment it ended, a feeling of anticipation flooded into him. He’d lie there, not so much wondering how to extricate himself from the woman, but feeling a sense of accomplishment and ready to move on to the next challenge.

  It made him a total dick, he knew, but he couldn’t control or stop his emotions. It was what it was. A woman would come on to him, invite him into her body, and then he was done. This time with Olivia, it was different.

  Some might say the challenge she’d presented was what had him chasing after her, but he didn’t buy it. Sure, that was part of it, but there was much more to his feelings for Olivia than sexual attraction.

  Had he been aching with wanting to fuck her? Hell yes, but if they hadn’t had sex this afternoon, he would’ve been equally happy talking to her, making her laugh, or watching her efficiency as she packed. Like now, he was sexually sated, but he still wanted more with her.

  More sex and more time with her. He realized he’d never heard about her nursing school experience or if she’d always wanted to be a nurse. He didn’t know if she’d ever traveled and where she’d want to go. He wanted to teach her to fish and water ski. Was she a cat person or dog person?

  Speaking of which, he gently lifted her off his body and slid out from the bed. He exited his room, whistling lightly as he walked. Brodie obediently came to his side and followed him to the back patio. Drew opened the door for his dog with orders to go take care of business.

  Luckily, there was no good view into their house at the rear, or his mother’s neighbors would be getting quite a show, as he hadn’t bothered to pull on clothes. He glanced behind him at the hallway to his bedroom where Olivia slept; hopefully unaware that he’d left the bed. He wanted to climb back in bed with her, take a nap and then stay here, playing house for a few days.

  Going back to Miami meant a return to reality where their jobs and families kept them apart.

  “Drew?” Olivia’s voice echoed from the hallway.

  “Out here,” he called back.

  She emerged from his room a minute later wearing only his discarded T-shirt. His dick gave a happy pulse at the sight, which she noticed, as he was naked.

  “Eyes up here,” he teased, which pulled her gaze from his waistline up to his face. Her dark skin was infused with pink.

  “I love looking at you,” she said.

  “Feeling’s mutual.”

  She peered past him where Brodie was bounding outside chasing imaginary threats. “It’s getting late,” she said.

  His stomach tightened at the reminder that he only had her alone for a little while longer. It wasn’t entirely rational because presumably they were dating. He should have her as much as he wanted. This wasn’t the end of them. It was the beginning. Yet it didn’t feel that way, as he felt a kind of anxiety settle in that as soon as they left the refuge of Titusville, they’d lose this intimacy.

  “We’ve got time,” he said, and stalked to her, scooping her up in his arms.

  “Drew,” she squealed, as his palm hit a sensitive spot on her ass.

  “Back to bed. I’ve got more I want to show you.”

  It was hard to remember Karen was in the room. Olivia unsuccessfully stifled a giggle as she sidestepped Drew and reached into the refrigerator for mayo. The half wall blocking the kitchen from the living room blocked everything below their waists. Drew was taking full advantage, curving his hand on her ass and caressing.

  Karen was reading on the sofa as Olivia made everyone lunch. Drew insisted on helping, even though he was normally sleeping at this hour. They’d gotten back late from Titusville, and once she and Drew had unloaded Karen’s boxes into the apartment, she drove home, while he went to OCXA to check on things.

  She’d slept in, then arrived at work a few minutes ago, unsure of how things would be now that she and Drew had been intimate. She understood now why people said office romances were a bad idea. Hiding their intimacy was difficult, and she didn’t want to hide it.

  She’d wanted to climb into bed with Drew and wake him up with kisses. That couldn’t happen with Karen dressed and ready to start her day. First order of business: lunch. She’d been in the kitchen two minutes, when Drew awoke and stumbled into the kitchen in his boxers—no shirt—and began making coffee. His kitchen was barely big enough for one person, let alone two, so it was easy to dismiss his touches as accidental. At first.

  When his elbow grazed her breast, she widened her eyes at him, and he gave her a small innocent shrug. Then it was a palm on the curve of her butt. Then a finger between her legs over her jeans.

  “Drew,” she whispered and tilted her head slightly in his mother’s direction. Karen’s gaze was buried in a paperback, and she seemed oblivious to any goings-on in the kitchen ten feet from her.

  “I missed you,” he murmured.

  “We were separated for ten hours,” she whispered back.

  “Exactly. Too long.”

  He was impossible. But she loved it. He kept her on her toes and made her feel impossibly sexy as she went about the mundane task of making deli sandwiches on whole wheat bread.

  It didn’t get better when the food was made and all three were seated around the small square table Drew used for dining. She suspected more games of poker had been played around the table than meals eaten.

  His foot was hooked around her ankle, keeping their calves touching. He kept reaching across her for things he didn’t need like sugar or salt. When his hand wasn’t reaching across her, it was holding her hand and keeping it steady on his muscular thigh.

  She concentrated on keeping her gaze on her sandwich, but her gaze kept sliding to look at his jaw line, which needed a shave, or his hair, which needed to be combed. She wanted to be the one to take a brush and tame his light hair. She knew from yesterday that it was soft, but surprisingly thick. Normally he put product in when he went to work, but yesterday, his hair was like today, free of chemicals and soft to the touch.

  His eyes also looked darker in the shadows of his poorly lit apartment. He needed more lamps in here, especially if Karen was going to continue reading in the living room.

  “Brodie!” Karen said, surprising both her and Drew. The dog had jumped up so his front paws were on the counter and was licking traces of food from the surface. “Andrew, stop playing footsie with my nurse and manage your dog.”

  “Mom,” Drew said, with a surprised laugh.

  “Did you think I’m so blind that I can’t see the two of you putting your hands all over each other?” She sipped her iced tea.

  “I’m sorry,” Olivia said. “We were trying to be discreet.”

  Karen waved a hand. “Don’t do it on my account. I’m thrilled if Drew gives up his womanizing for a nice girl like you.”

  “Mom,” Drew groaned.

  Olivia bit her lip, torn between laughter and embarrassment that her employer had found them out. It was incredibly unprofessional of her. “I’m sorry,” she said. “It doesn’t mean anything. We’re having fun.” She averted her eyes after the glare Drew threw at her.

  He reached across the table for her hand. She tried to pull away, but he held fast. “Mom, this isn’t just us having fun. It means something. At least it does to me.” He raised a challenging brow.

  She pulled her hand, and this time he let her. “Drew…”

  “No, Olivia. Stop trying to hide from us with excuses. You’re so sure your parents will hate me or will freak out about your other nursing job that you’re hiding everything fro
m them. Give them a chance, or give yourself a chance to be an adult. If you’re not looking for a relationship, if you’re only looking for fun, then so be it. But don’t miss out on what could be something real between the two of us because you’re too scared to give it a real shot.”

  He rose and stalked to his bedroom, Brodie chasing after him. The door slammed, leaving her and Karen alone at the table in awkward silence.

  “Not saying a word,” Karen murmured, and picked up her sandwich for a bite.

  Olivia glanced from Drew’s closed bedroom door down to her plate, feeling the tears form. He was one hundred percent correct. She’d regret it the rest of her life if she missed out on a committed relationship with Drew because of her own fears.

  Olivia ran from one bay to another, dizzy from exhaustion. Her hip bumped into a rolling cart, and she cursed under her breath from the pain, then grabbed the cart before it went sailing out into the main hallway. She’d done a shift with Drew’s mom. Rather than go home and catch sleep after, she’d made the poor decision to spend her hours off with Drew before coming in to the emergency room.

  It had seemed worth it at the time, wandering around Lincoln Road and peeking into art galleries, holding his hand and trading tiny kisses. He’d bought a café con leche, which she’d declined, but ended up drinking most of his anyway. He’d pretended to be upset, then kissed her deeply, claiming to get his caffeine fix intravenously.

  “More like CPR, mouth-to-mouth,” she’d muttered, earning another one of his kisses. She’d been tired, but that kind of blissful exhaustion. The bliss wore off about an hour into her shift at Washington.

  Fuzzy from lack of sleep and operating on fumes, she stumbled into a patient’s room to check his vitals. He was an older man, roughly her father’s age and appeared to be sleeping. From the smell, she guessed he’d come in drunk.

  She stood next to his bed, holding her breath from the stale alcohol fumes, and planning to get in and out quickly, but suddenly the man sat up. He looked at her with wild eyes, grabbed the otoscope from the holder and wrapped the coiled rubber cord around her neck, yanking her down.