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Honestly, there’s so much wrong with me.
Quietly, he murmurs, “I already have the will, Olympia.”
My entire body stiffens as surprise and ice fill me.
I gasp, “What?” I try to wiggle unsuccessfully in his hold. “When? How?”
“Ian.”
“Ian?” I’m sure he hears my confusion, because he explains, “He hacked into the lawyers’ files. Found the original will. And the forgery. I’m now in possession of both.”
My throat feels like sandpaper. “H-how long?”
“How long have I had it?” I nod, because I suddenly can’t speak, and Tav says, “I’ve had it since last weekend. The night of the pool party.”
When I fight to turn in his arms, he finally lets me. I’m pretty sure the only reason I’m able to move is because I’m moving toward him, and not away. If I’d been trying to escape him, I’m confident I would have found the iron band of his arm an impossible prison to flee.
Searching his dark eyes in the dim moonlight, I breathe, “Why am I still here?”
“Because that was the night you became mine.” He leans forward to press his mouth to my forehead in a move that threatens to cleaver my heart in two. This man.
“Tav—”
“Sleep, Princess.” He delivers another killing blow to my heart and soul in the form of a tender kiss to the tip of my nose. “We have the rest of our lives to have this conversation.”
When he rolls onto his back, pulling me onto his chest, I don’t make a single attempt to escape him. When his hand lifts to the back of my head, fingers sinking into my hair, I let my eyes close. When he turns his head to press his lips to my hair, I know I’m a goner for this man.
My heart, and any hope of it coming out of this intact, has officially been obliterated.
twenty-four
Olympia
Last night comes back to me like a brick to the chest. It knocks the air from my lungs, because last night hadn’t been a dream. I’m not alone in my bed, sated from an orgasm I’d given myself. Oh, no. I’m half naked, my butt tucked into Tav’s front—and he’s rock hard.
Oh, my God. What am I supposed to do now?
Should I try to disentangle myself from his hold? Am I supposed to creep from his room like a thief in morning light?
Was last night a mistake?
What have I done?
Heart slamming hard in my chest, my body tenses as I prepare to move, only to freeze as Tav’s deep voice rumbles, “Morning, Princess.”
Heaven help me. “You’re awake?”
Gosh, I can hardly breathe.
“Mmhmm.”
I make to disentangle myself from his hold, an excuse for last night on the tip of my tongue when his hold on me tightens. His palm is open on my low belly, skin to skin under the material of the t-shirt. It feels excruciatingly intimate.
“I should—um—get dressed.”
“Not so fast.” His mouth connects with the curve of my neck and shoulder, a wet, searing kiss burning into my flesh.
My stomach knots. Need twists every ounce of rationality I regained over the night into a pretzel of chaos and bad, very bad, decisions. Because—I moan.
