Part 20 (2/2)
Panic gripped her stomach. This was it-this was where he'd tell her she was delusional and that she should pack her bags and move to Siberia.
”Tomorrow night, then.” He watched her for another long moment before brus.h.i.+ng past her and disappearing down the hall.
Lainie covered her mouth with her hand and collapsed against the kitchen table, trembling, her body boneless. ”Oh my.”
She did it. She was going on an official date with Everett Parker.
Chapter Twenty-six.
His old bed creaked ominously when Michael dropped onto it. ”Kill me now and put me out of my misery.” He covered his eyes with an arm and tried to relax.
He couldn't, and it was Olivia's fault.
Where the h.e.l.l was she? He'd been trying to reach her all evening. He called her store but there was no answer. He'd called the farmhouse and left a message for her there. Then he'd called twice more. The knowing amus.e.m.e.nt in Granny Mae's voice prevented him from calling again.
He frowned at the Princess Leia poster still taped on the ceiling over his bed. He needed Olivia. The day had been h.e.l.l, and all he wanted was her drugging kisses and to feel her come apart in his arms.
He didn't want to think about where she might be. Only the force of his will stopped him from imagining her in Lurch's company.
His window squeaked.
Hope spiked in his heart. He looked over to see an elegant leg hike over the ledge, followed by the gorgeously striking face that haunted his dreams.
Olivia grinned at him. ”That's okay. I don't need a hand.”
He watched her, bemused, as she climbed in and closed the window behind her. ”I didn't think I'd see you tonight,” he said.
”I know I didn't call.” She stopped abruptly. ”Do you want me to leave?”
”No. h.e.l.l no.” He rushed to her and pulled her close. As soon as he touched her, the tension faded and relief flooded into its place. He knew that should have worried him, but all he could think of was the way Olivia fit so perfectly into his body. In her heels, he didn't even have to bend down to kiss her. So convenient. ”G.o.d you taste good.”
Her lips curved under his. Instead of replying, she gave him more of herself. How did she know what he needed?
He gripped her tighter. ”I'm glad you're here,” he whispered against her lips.
She pressed her hips into his. ”I can see that.”
”More than that.”
”Have a bad day?”
Suddenly the day didn't seem that bad. ”I missed you.”
She leaned back enough to look into his eyes. She smoothed his hair back and simply said, ”Good.”
He pulled her against him again. ”I called you but I couldn't find you.”
”You did?”
”Mmm.” He nuzzled the side of her neck. ”Your store and then Granny Mae's.”
”I was out.”
He pulled back and frowned at her. ”That was vague.”
She shrugged. ”Girl business. If I told you I'd have to castrate you.”
”You wouldn't like that.”
”h.e.l.l no,” she agreed fervently. ”That's your best feature.”
He laughed, running his hand through her long hair. But he stopped laughing when he felt something cold snap around his wrist. ”What the-”
Before he could say another word, she captured his other wrist too. Michael looked down to find his hands securely cuffed. He tugged them apart. Real handcuffs, not chintzy fakes.
She pushed him back toward the bed until he toppled over onto it. She straddled him and took off her jacket to reveal a harlot red tank top. It was lace and see through and she wore nothing under it. ”Can you handle it?”
”I'll certainly give it my best.”
She reached over him and secured the cuffs to the bed with a scarf. Where she pulled the scarf from, he had no idea.
”What other tricks do you have up your sleeves?”
”I have no sleeves. Maybe you didn't notice.” She stood up and shucked her jeans to reveal matching lace panties that sat low on her hips and showed the succulent curve of her a.s.s cheeks. Her belly b.u.t.ton piercing winked at him in the light.
He loved that belly ring.
”I hope you're taking notes,” Olivia said as she climbed on top of him, sat on his thighs, and unb.u.t.toned his s.h.i.+rt.
”Notes?” he rasped. He could feel her heat through his jeans, which were uncomfortably restricting. He wanted to ask her to ease him out, but given her mood he was afraid she'd leave them on longer just to torment him.
”If you're going to break into someone's room, this is the way to make the most of it.”
He swallowed a groan when her hand rested casually over his fly. ”You aren't dressed like a pirate.”
Her laugh was low and husky. ”You always did have a thing for pirates. At least this time I get to be the marauding one. It used to p.i.s.s me off when I had to play the kidnapped princess.” She dropped a kiss on the hollow of his throat and her hair caressed his chest.
”I was a fool,” he said with a gasp. ”From now on, you're the pirate.”
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