stroked her cheek with his finger, whispered good-night, then turned and walked away.
Her knees wobbled. Her heart hammered in her chest. She wanted to stomp her foot in fury. What the hell? How dare he? Her breath came in short staccato puffs. A heartbeat away from being humiliated, she spun around, fumbled with her keys and stomped inside, slamming the door behind her.
Olivia pressed her back against the door and squeezed her eyes shut. “Damn.”
Chapter 5
C onnor stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He picked up his shot of bourbon from the double sink and padded into his bedroom. It was nearly 3:00 a.m. and he was wide-awake. Sleep was the furthest thing from his mind. What he should to be doing was lying in bed with Olivia Gray beneath him. He tossed back the remnants of his drink and set it down on the nightstand.
He couldn’t wrap his mind around what it was about that woman that had his head so twisted. There was nothing spectacular about her. She was definitely easy on the eyes, smart, good conversationalist, professional. Naw, it was none of those things. Women like that were regular parts of his life. It was something else, something… that he couldn’t put words to. She got under his skin. She turned him on like someone turning on the all the jets on a stove.
Connor shook his head and dropped down on the side of his bed, draped his arms between his thighs. He rubbed his hand across his face as if that would magically wipe away the image of Olivia from his sight.
He could still taste the sweetness of her mouth, tinged with the flavors of dinner and her apple martinis. Thoughts of the feel of her flush against him made him hard with need. His jaw clenched and he jumped up and massaged the rise of his erection.
It was going to be a long night. He tugged the towel from around his waist, tossed the covers back on the bed and got in. He stared up at the ceiling, then at the tepee in the sheets, before he turned out the bedside light. Yeah, it was going to be a long night. The only saving grace was that he’d see her in the morning.
* * *
Olivia wasn’t sure if she’d slept a good three hours. Throughout the night she awoke time and again, stirred by the erotic dreams of her and Connor. She’d turn on her side and the dreams would start again. She flipped on her back, her stomach, her other side. One encounter after the other followed her like a hell-bent stalker. She couldn’t get away, no matter how many detours she took. Finally, when the sun rose she gave up.
She dragged herself to the kitchen and turned on the coffeemaker. Leaning against the counter, listening to the pot drip while the unmistakable aroma wafted in the air, she thought about her evening with Connor and the night without him. Would it have been so awful to have sex on the first date? They both wanted it. Besides, she knew that whatever this thing was between the two of them, it could never be more than temporary. When her job was done, she’d go back to her life and he’d be off to his next adventure. Anyway, every aspect of her life was only temporary. She’d grown to accept that, live with it. It was just the way it was.
She poured her mug of coffee, added two teaspoons of brown sugar and a splash of half-and-half. The first swallow hit the spot and reignited her cylinders. She sighed in satisfaction, then took her coffee into the bathroom and turned on the shower full blast. After her shower she’d go for a run, get her mind right, work off the sexual tension that still pulsed in her veins, then she’d head out to the site. And see Connor.
Olivia wondered what his night had been like. Did he think of her, dream of her? Probably not. Connor came from a lineage of men that could have what and who they wanted. There was no reason for her to spend time even contemplating the notion that he wanted anything more than a night of hot sex. A shiver of desire scooted up the backs of her legs and settled
Her knees wobbled. Her heart hammered in her chest. She wanted to stomp her foot in fury. What the hell? How dare he? Her breath came in short staccato puffs. A heartbeat away from being humiliated, she spun around, fumbled with her keys and stomped inside, slamming the door behind her.
Olivia pressed her back against the door and squeezed her eyes shut. “Damn.”
Chapter 5
C onnor stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He picked up his shot of bourbon from the double sink and padded into his bedroom. It was nearly 3:00 a.m. and he was wide-awake. Sleep was the furthest thing from his mind. What he should to be doing was lying in bed with Olivia Gray beneath him. He tossed back the remnants of his drink and set it down on the nightstand.
He couldn’t wrap his mind around what it was about that woman that had his head so twisted. There was nothing spectacular about her. She was definitely easy on the eyes, smart, good conversationalist, professional. Naw, it was none of those things. Women like that were regular parts of his life. It was something else, something… that he couldn’t put words to. She got under his skin. She turned him on like someone turning on the all the jets on a stove.
Connor shook his head and dropped down on the side of his bed, draped his arms between his thighs. He rubbed his hand across his face as if that would magically wipe away the image of Olivia from his sight.
He could still taste the sweetness of her mouth, tinged with the flavors of dinner and her apple martinis. Thoughts of the feel of her flush against him made him hard with need. His jaw clenched and he jumped up and massaged the rise of his erection.
It was going to be a long night. He tugged the towel from around his waist, tossed the covers back on the bed and got in. He stared up at the ceiling, then at the tepee in the sheets, before he turned out the bedside light. Yeah, it was going to be a long night. The only saving grace was that he’d see her in the morning.
* * *
Olivia wasn’t sure if she’d slept a good three hours. Throughout the night she awoke time and again, stirred by the erotic dreams of her and Connor. She’d turn on her side and the dreams would start again. She flipped on her back, her stomach, her other side. One encounter after the other followed her like a hell-bent stalker. She couldn’t get away, no matter how many detours she took. Finally, when the sun rose she gave up.
She dragged herself to the kitchen and turned on the coffeemaker. Leaning against the counter, listening to the pot drip while the unmistakable aroma wafted in the air, she thought about her evening with Connor and the night without him. Would it have been so awful to have sex on the first date? They both wanted it. Besides, she knew that whatever this thing was between the two of them, it could never be more than temporary. When her job was done, she’d go back to her life and he’d be off to his next adventure. Anyway, every aspect of her life was only temporary. She’d grown to accept that, live with it. It was just the way it was.
She poured her mug of coffee, added two teaspoons of brown sugar and a splash of half-and-half. The first swallow hit the spot and reignited her cylinders. She sighed in satisfaction, then took her coffee into the bathroom and turned on the shower full blast. After her shower she’d go for a run, get her mind right, work off the sexual tension that still pulsed in her veins, then she’d head out to the site. And see Connor.
Olivia wondered what his night had been like. Did he think of her, dream of her? Probably not. Connor came from a lineage of men that could have what and who they wanted. There was no reason for her to spend time even contemplating the notion that he wanted anything more than a night of hot sex. A shiver of desire scooted up the backs of her legs and settled
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