Page 61 of Not Safe For Work

“You know you’re the nicest guy I’ve ever dated.” Her voice is sad when she says it, each word coated thick with shame. “I mean, we’re not even actually dating. And you’re still the best boyfriend I’ve ever had.”

I’m not sure how to respond so I don’t. It feels like she’s trying to work something out, and I want to let her.

“Are you always this nice?” She places a hand on my shoulder, and I feel the contact roll through every inch of my body. I could swear each hair on my legs stands at attention. “Are you like this with everyone?”

“No,” I state simply. Because it’s true. Because I’ve barely dated since we moved to the city, haven’t made friends outside of the office. All I’ve cared about for most of my life is making sure my sister has everything she needs. Making sure she’s happy and healthy and has a roof over her head.

My crush on Olivia awakened something in me when we first met, but it was snuffed out as quickly as it began. Now, all these feelings she’s stirring up in me, they make me feel like anything is possible.

She puts her free hand on my other shoulder, boxing me in just enough to make me sweat.

“Then why are you so nice to me?” she asks.

“I think you know why.”

And I hope that’s true, because I really don’t feel like spelling it out right now. I don’t feel like talking at all with how close she is.

She slides forward until it’s her forearms that are resting on my shoulders, our lips only a few breaths apart. The water in this pool is chilly, the perfect contrast to the balmy air, but my body feels like it’s on fire.

“I think I might kiss you,” she whispers. The words land on my lips and I push forward, barely an inch. But she doesn’t make a move.

“I think I might let you,” I admit.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“But do you think it’d be bad? You and me kissing?”

“No, Sparkles. I don’t think it’d be bad at all.”

I’m tired of this waiting game. I reach for her waist and pull her toward me. Her lips quickly find mine in a tentative press. It’s soft, teasing and makes my pulse beat like a drum.

Our heads tilt at opposite angles and her mouth softens a little more against mine.

It’s killing me a little to go at her pace, but I’m still not sure what this is, so I let her move as slowly as she wants. She leans in again and this time I can feel her insecurities melt away. Her arms press against my shoulders and she wraps her legs around my hips, her lips parting just enough to let me know she wants more.

So I give it to her.

Our tongues meet and it feels like my entire body sighs in relief. She tastes like lazy mornings and daydreams, like I could stay here forever and be the happiest man alive.

My hands trail down her back and under the water until I can fiddle with her bikini bottoms. She gives a little gasp when I squeeze her ass, but I can tell it’s the good kind.

“You were right,” she whispers into my mouth.

“About what?”

“This isn’t bad.” She grins against my mouth, so wide I can feel it. I let my hands wander while I kiss a path down her throat, eliciting more gasps and sighs.

“I love how responsive you are,” I say on a breath, letting my tongue glide along her collarbone. I stop to suck on every new spot I find, creeping down to the hollow of her breasts. I’m tempted to go lower. This hot pink bikini has been torturing me all night, her half-naked body wrapped in a bow. I want nothing more than to destroy it, ripping it apart piece by tiny piece. “Nothing about this will be bad.”

She swallows thickly against my mouth before she pulls herself back. I take in the sight of her: swollen lips, heaving chest, hair a wet and tangled mess that’s entirely my doing. Pride swells through me.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.”

“We should stop,” she says, still panting each breath. “That was…” she trails off. Amazing? Incredible? Something we should actuallyneverstop doing? “A lot.”

Shit.

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