see them as much as I once did. But with so much social media we find ways to stay in touch.”
“The band is better than you said they were,” she said, wanting to quickly steer the conversation away from her own lack of family life.
Connor bobbed his head in agreement. “Yeah, I have to tell my cuz Rafe about this group.” He returned his full attention to Olivia. “So what kind of schedule were you thinking about?”
“I was thinking at least three days per week. Say from ten in the morning until three or four.”
“Not a problem. I’m usually on-site, but if not you can always hook up with Jake.”
“That works. “
Connor signaled for the waitress. “You want a refill or dessert?”
The evening was coming to an end. Olivia had set her terms and apparently he was going to honor them. Now she was having second thoughts.
“No. Nothing else for me. Thanks.”
The waitress approached and Connor asked for the bill.
“I had a really nice time. Thank you.”
Connor smiled but didn’t respond. He handed the waitress his credit card. Olivia fiddled with her purse.
“We’ll be on the job tomorrow if you want to come by.”
Olivia glanced across the table and the smoldering look in his eyes ignited a fire in her belly. Yet his tone was noncommittal, casual and in stark contrast to the vibe he was giving off. Or maybe it was no more than her own wants and needs making her see things that weren’t really there.
“I’ll come by in the morning.”
The waitress returned with Connor’s credit card. “I hope you had a pleasant evening and you’ll come back again.”
“Thanks,” Connor said. He stood and came around to Olivia’s seat to help her to her feet.
He was so close. She felt the heat of him, caught the heady whiff of the bourbon. He draped her shawl around her shoulders.
“Ready,” he breathed, close to her ear.
A shiver slinked along her spine. “Yes,” she murmured.
Connor placed his hand at the dip of her back and led her out. Warmth spread through her. Her nipples hardened and she drew in air from between parted lips. It took all her concentration to focus on walking and not the feel of his hand on her body.
It had cooled considerably when they stepped outside. Olivia pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders as they returned to the car.
“Cold?” She nodded. Connor took off his jacket and placed it around her.
Connor opened her door and helped her into her seat, then rounded the front to get in. Olivia brought the lapel of his jacket up to her nose and inhaled deeply just before Connor got behind the wheel. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment.
“Seat belt.”
“Oh, right.” She fastened her seat belt and tried to clear her head.
Connor turned on the music and pulled off. Much too soon they were pulling into her short driveway. He cut the engine, got out without a word and came around to open her door. Olivia’s pulse zinged in her veins. Connor walked with her to her front door.
Olivia turned to face him. “Thank you for a great night. I really enjoyed everything.”
His eyes moved slowly over her face. He placed the tip of his finger beneath her chin and lifted it until she was looking into his eyes.
“We can do it again… whenever you want.”
Olivia swallowed. Her lips parted and Connor moved closer and kissed her so lightly that it felt like a breeze, except for the heat that followed the contact. He pressed his mouth more firmly against hers and the tip of his tongue brushed across her bottom lip. Olivia sighed against his mouth and his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her firmly against him. She felt his arousal press lightly against her and her head spun. She wanted to have breakfast with him in the morning.
The simple good-night kiss slowly grew in intensity. She gripped his shoulders. He explored her mouth, nibbled her lip, teased her with his tongue and then, when she was on the brink of pulling him inside her house, he stepped back,
“The band is better than you said they were,” she said, wanting to quickly steer the conversation away from her own lack of family life.
Connor bobbed his head in agreement. “Yeah, I have to tell my cuz Rafe about this group.” He returned his full attention to Olivia. “So what kind of schedule were you thinking about?”
“I was thinking at least three days per week. Say from ten in the morning until three or four.”
“Not a problem. I’m usually on-site, but if not you can always hook up with Jake.”
“That works. “
Connor signaled for the waitress. “You want a refill or dessert?”
The evening was coming to an end. Olivia had set her terms and apparently he was going to honor them. Now she was having second thoughts.
“No. Nothing else for me. Thanks.”
The waitress approached and Connor asked for the bill.
“I had a really nice time. Thank you.”
Connor smiled but didn’t respond. He handed the waitress his credit card. Olivia fiddled with her purse.
“We’ll be on the job tomorrow if you want to come by.”
Olivia glanced across the table and the smoldering look in his eyes ignited a fire in her belly. Yet his tone was noncommittal, casual and in stark contrast to the vibe he was giving off. Or maybe it was no more than her own wants and needs making her see things that weren’t really there.
“I’ll come by in the morning.”
The waitress returned with Connor’s credit card. “I hope you had a pleasant evening and you’ll come back again.”
“Thanks,” Connor said. He stood and came around to Olivia’s seat to help her to her feet.
He was so close. She felt the heat of him, caught the heady whiff of the bourbon. He draped her shawl around her shoulders.
“Ready,” he breathed, close to her ear.
A shiver slinked along her spine. “Yes,” she murmured.
Connor placed his hand at the dip of her back and led her out. Warmth spread through her. Her nipples hardened and she drew in air from between parted lips. It took all her concentration to focus on walking and not the feel of his hand on her body.
It had cooled considerably when they stepped outside. Olivia pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders as they returned to the car.
“Cold?” She nodded. Connor took off his jacket and placed it around her.
Connor opened her door and helped her into her seat, then rounded the front to get in. Olivia brought the lapel of his jacket up to her nose and inhaled deeply just before Connor got behind the wheel. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment.
“Seat belt.”
“Oh, right.” She fastened her seat belt and tried to clear her head.
Connor turned on the music and pulled off. Much too soon they were pulling into her short driveway. He cut the engine, got out without a word and came around to open her door. Olivia’s pulse zinged in her veins. Connor walked with her to her front door.
Olivia turned to face him. “Thank you for a great night. I really enjoyed everything.”
His eyes moved slowly over her face. He placed the tip of his finger beneath her chin and lifted it until she was looking into his eyes.
“We can do it again… whenever you want.”
Olivia swallowed. Her lips parted and Connor moved closer and kissed her so lightly that it felt like a breeze, except for the heat that followed the contact. He pressed his mouth more firmly against hers and the tip of his tongue brushed across her bottom lip. Olivia sighed against his mouth and his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her firmly against him. She felt his arousal press lightly against her and her head spun. She wanted to have breakfast with him in the morning.
The simple good-night kiss slowly grew in intensity. She gripped his shoulders. He explored her mouth, nibbled her lip, teased her with his tongue and then, when she was on the brink of pulling him inside her house, he stepped back,
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