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I sighed. "You can cuddle me all night long, Jace."
Mischief lit his eyes. "I've got other plans for you tonight, Olivia."
"Oh, really?" My heart stuttered.
He laughed, his eyes daring me to challenge him. "Yes. Really."
"Well, I look forward to these plans, Mr. Rush." I teased and he grinned.
"You do?"
"Oh yes," I breathed. "I most certainly do."
"Woman, you amaze me." With that, he pressed his lips to mine in a kiss to rival all other kisses. His tongue traced the line of my lips before delving deep into my mouth, dancing with my tongue. His lips moved against mine, gentle, rough, needy. He drank me in. His kiss was the kiss of a man starved, and it stirred my senses. I weaved my hands in his hair and pulled him tighter to me. A moan toppled from his lips at my near violent claiming of his mouth. I swallowed his sound, reveling in the effect it had on my body. Every inch of my skin was warmed by his touch, tingling with throbbing awareness. In the back of my mind, I was aware my staff was waiting for me to close the café and I had to stop this. But damn…I didn't want to. I could have stayed linked to him like this the entire night. Kissing like teenagers on a couch. It was beautiful in its innocence.
Finally, I found the ability to pull away from him. We both gasped for air as though starved. His eyes were hooded as he stared down into my face. He was so beautiful. And he was mine.
Whoa! Where had that though come from? Oh my - I was learning to be possessive from Mr. Possessive himself. Hum, I wondered what he would take of this?
"What's that look on your face for, Miss LeRoux?"
"What look?" I asked innocently. I knew exactly what look he was referring to. I'd seen it on his face plenty of times and I could feel it on mine.
"Hum," he mumbled the grunt. "As if you don't know what I'm talking about?"
I set wide, innocent eyes on his face. "Nope. I have no idea. I'm innocent."
He laughed. "It's all right." He traced the line of my nose with his. It was a gesture that would have knocked me on my ass it I had been standing. It was so gentle and loving - I didn't know what to take of it. "I like that look on your face."
"You do?" I was breathless. He'd robbed me of it.
"I do." He set me on my feet. "Let's get going."
I nodded. "Let's."
Chapter 10
I watched Olivia lock the door of the café. She'd sent the girls she had working for her home only minutes before shutting off the last of the lights and walking out herself.
"I can't believe you ordered me a white hot chocolate." She said as she turned to face me, dropping the bulk of keys into her bag.
"Yeah," I held the cup to her. "It's probably cold now though. I didn't think it would take so long to coax you off the couch."
She tossed a mock glare at my teasing tone. Any and all fear that it might have sparked was quickly killed as she started giggling. Like a hyena. After a few embarrassing moments - on her part - she pulled herself together and looked down at her drink. "You know," she paused as though building her courage. I was immediately concerned. "I haven't drank a white hot chocolate since I asked you to leave."
That was a revelation if there ever was one. She loved that sugary crap. "Why?"
"Well, it reminded me of you." She shrugged. "Tasting it makes me think of you…"
I didn't know why, but I liked this. I liked that I'd made such an impact on her. I wanted the things around her to remind her of me. I wanted her to think of me when I wasn't there. "As screwed up as it makes me, I like hearing that."
She gasped. "Why?"
"Because you were thinking of me." I admitted shamelessly. I took her hand in mine and crossed the street to where my waiting car sat. "I like that you think of me."
"Jace," she spoke my name so seriously it warranted a wide-eyed glance. "I think about you every day." She blushed and I couldn't help but think she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. "I think about you more than I should."
I pulled her against my chest, pressing her back into the side of my car. "You could think about me ever second of every day and it's never going to be enough, Olivia."
"What's enough, Jace?" she asked breathlessly. Her eyes searched mine and she wet her lips as she waited for my answer.
"Nothing is ever going to be enough." I said on a hoarse growl. "With you, I'm always going to want more."
"Jace, I," she cut off her words as she pressed her lips to mine.
I felt shattered down to my very core as I took in the words I was certain she had been about to say before she stopped herself. I ground my body into hers, kissing her deeply and passionately. I was, for a moment, unaware that I was trying to kiss a confession of love for me out of her tightly sealed lips. But I wanted it. As insane as it was, I wanted to hear those three words from her. I needed them. I'd never wanted to hear them before, but with Olivia, I wanted to. Wanting things I'd never wanted from any other before her was becoming the norm.
