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“His food is insanely good,” I say, a real smile slipping past me.
“When people taste his masterpieces, they don’t care about his attitude.”
“I want to refuse to buy anything the man makes because he can be so mean, but I admit I cave from time to time.”
“You hold a grudge against people you don’t find worthy, don’t you?” he asks with that analytical look in his eyes again.
I panic. If he figures this out before I carry through on my plan, I’ll be left the victim once again. No, no, no. That can’t happen.
“Even the noblest of people can hold a grudge,” I say with a laugh, “at least on a bad day. But I consider myself mellow.”
“I don’t know if I agree with that. I need a little more time to figure you out, Olivia.”
When we finish dinner, I excuse myself and stand in front of the bathroom mirror for quite some time trying to talk myself out of going through with my plans. But as I look at my reflection, the woman gazing back isn’t the same young woman I once was. Tyler stole something from me in my youth and slapped me down again when I was at another vulnerable stage in life. It wasn’t right. He deserves to suffer.
Squaring my shoulders, then undoing a couple of buttons on my blouse, I decide it’s now or never. “Let the games begin,” I whisper, despite the sadness filling me. Then I go to find Tyler.
ChapterThirteen
Tyler
When Olivia returns to the kitchen, her nosebleed heels click on the tile floor as she saunters toward me. Damn, I love the way her legs look in the sexy shoes, and I love how her hips swing as she moves closer. I can’t help but pant like a pathetic dog as she slowly glides toward me.
I don’t miss that some buttons are now undone, and my gaze fastens on the bit of cleavage on display that wasn’t visible earlier. Something’s happening. I see a new purpose in Olivia’s eyes, a major change since I picked her up a few hours ago.
I wait as she comes closer and closer. My heart’s racing but it doesn’t show on my face. I won’t give her a victory that easily, not after all she’s put me through over the past month.
But dammit, I want her in my bed right this minute. I want her clothes stripped away. I want her writhing and screaming beneath me. I want her fingers on me, and I want it to continue the rest of the day and all of the night.
“Thanks for dinner,” she says in a low purr as she lifts a hand and trails her fingers down my arm.
“My pleasure,” I say. I fight to keep my cool, but I can’t. I snake out an arm and wrap it around her. “What are you doing, Olivia?”
“I’m still hungry,” she says, her warm breath blowing against my neck as she leans in and kisses the skin right over my pounding pulse. This kiss makes my already hard body pulse with the need to sheath itself in her. I curve my hands over her succulent behind, and lean down, brushing my lips against hers.
“I can handle this hunger of yours, Olivia. All you have to do is say the word.” I kiss her with only a bit of intensity.
The low moan traveling up through her throat makes me lose my cool. Way too fast. I’m trying to stay in control here, but how can I with this woman? She’s pressed against me with only a few layers of fabric separating my skin from hers.
“You say you can handle it, but you aren’t doing much to do that.” After leveling this taunt at me, she pushes her hips forward and rubs against me.
With a speed born of lust, I undo the button of her tan capri slacks and lower them so quickly her eyes widen. She doesn’t say a word as I lift her so the slacks float to the floor. Without an ounce of hesitation, I set her down and pull her against me, returning my hands to her nearly naked behind. The panties she’s wearing are hardly a barrier between me and what I want.
“Still hungry, Olivia?”
She’s panting as she looks at me in shock. “Yes,” she moans as I squeeze her firm ass.
Leaning in, she presses hot kisses to my neck as I undo the rest of the buttons on her blouse and part it. The soft blue fabric is a nice frame to her body as she stands before me with only the lace of her bra and panties now keeping me from seeing what I want to see most.
She pulls my shirt free from my trousers, sneaks her hands upward, and runs her fingernails along the taut skin of my stomach and chest. She squeezes my nipples, sending a bolt of sensation through me.
Enough of this! With one hand I grip her head and tilt it. I ravish her mouth, giving her a taste of what I have planned for us in the next hours — hell, the next days.
I release her only long enough to rip off my shirt, then spin her around and lift her, setting her on the island, which happens to be the perfect height for me to grind my hardness against her very wet and barely covered core.
“Damn, you’re responsive,” I gasp. I take a step back and glory in the passionate flush covering her body.
“Hmm... I bet you say that to all the women you bring home.”
