I know what I think.
What I want.
But she’s an enigma.
“Worth the lie?” She turns to face me, her eyes searching mine. Looking for an answer I’m not sure she’ll find. Maybe it’s too soon to ask for it. Maybe I never should. Maybe this woman will always be too good for me and I should cut my losses while I’m ahead. Be grateful she’s helping me keep custody of Maggie and not push for anything more.
Every instinct tells me it’s the last truth that’ll stick. The son of a junkie who was raised as the help. Even if I live in the main house now, I’ll never be the kind of man she’s supposed to marry, no matter how you dress it up. But this is Olivia. My Olive. She’s complicated, but she’s never looked down on me.
Treated me like her enemy—yes. Treated me like less than—no.
Even if I’ve never wanted her to be my enemy.
Even if it was easier to put us in that box.
I should walk away before this gets more fucking complicated.
She’d be better off if I did, but I’m a selfish bastard when it comes to things I want, and I want this woman,my wife, more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my whole fucking life.
The breeze kicks up again, and her spicy scent fills my senses as I run my fingers through a loose lock of her hair, tucking it behind her ear. And when her eyes close and her face relaxes, every ounce of restraint I have is eviscerated.
“Olive...” This time I’m the one who sounds exhausted, even to my own damn ears. “Tell me to stop.”
Her long lashes flutter for a half a second before she opens those gorgeous green eyes again, only now the fire is back, and the peace is gone. Her lips part, and the sweetest fucking sigh slips past, and I close what little distance is left between us, moving closer.
Close enough to see the rise and fall of her chest.
Close enough to feel her chilled skin.
Close enough to know I’m fucking screwed.
Olivia’s eyes drop to my mouth, and her teeth press into her pillowy bottom lip.
I want to be a better man, but I can’t. Not with her. Not now, when the woman I’ve wanted for years is standing in front of me,within my reach. I slide my hand along her jaw and tilt her face up. “Olivia...”
“If you stop right now, I think I’d die.”
Fuck . . .
I capture her mouth with mine, sliding my tongue against hers, swallowing her moan, and she melts against me. Her hands slide up my chest and around my shoulders. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she presses herself against my chest like she can’t get close enough. Like we can’t get close enough.
“Fuck, Liv.” I drop my head to hers and look around us, mustering any strength I have left before I fuck her between the rows of grapevines. “Let me take you home.”
“Please, Logan.” She shakes her head. “Don’t make me beg.”
My breath catches in my throat, and my rapidly beating heart skips a heavy beat before my mouth crashes down over hers, and she claws at my shoulders. Like she wants more.
Needs more.
That makes two of us, little wife.
I grab her ass in my hands and lift her from her feet, moving us into the shadows. Sliding my hand up the silk, I drag it up around her hips and wrap her perfect fucking thighs around my waist until those heels I love so much are biting into my ass.
Olivia moans as I settle between her legs, and she shifts her core over my cock. “Logan...”
“You sure, Liv?” I growl. “Be fucking sure. Because this changes everything.”
“It doesn’t have to,” she whimpers and attacks my mouth, but I grab her chin, stopping her. Battling for control. Not of her. Of myself.
