Page 30 of Under Control
“I have a thing foryou, no matter where we are.” He hooked his finger into the front pocket of her jeans and pulled her to him.
She cupped her hand behind his neck and when she pressed her body against his, she smiled. “Seems like you have a thing for jeans with high heels.”
“I do now.” He slid his hands down the curve of her ass. “But you’ve put me in a tough position because—”
“I haven’t even started yet.”
He chuckled. “I want to get you out of these jeans, but I’m also enjoying the sight of you in them.”
Her fingernails scraped lightly over his neck before sliding into his hair. “I felt a little silly when I put them on. Jeans with high heels aren’t something I usually wear around the house, just so you know.”
“You will be when I think of you.”
“Oh? Do you think of me often?”
He groaned and cupped her face in one hand. “I can barely think about anythingbutyou since the day we met.”
Then he kissed her and for the first time, he held nothing back. He claimed her mouth, his kiss growing deeper and more demanding until she whimpered and dug her fingernails into his back.
He wanted to bury himself in her—right here, on her floor—but he forced himself to ease back. She resisted for a few seconds, moving with him, but then she released him and opened her eyes.
She was gorgeous, with her lips moist from his kiss and her cheeks flushed. The deep breath she took was a little ragged, and he fought the urge to kiss her some more. There would be plenty of time for that.
“What?” she asked. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m not sure how you feel about me walking through your door and pouncing on you. We can hang out for a while. Maybe watch a movie or something if you want.” Then he frowned because that’s what was missing. “Wait a minute. You don’t have a TV?”
She laughed. “It’s in my bedroom because that’s where I really relax.”
“Your bedroom.” He nodded, pressing his lips together for a moment. “I can and will exercise restraint, but I can’t lie. Watching a movie in your bedroom isn’t going to be relaxing for me.”
“I’m not as certain as you are about my ability to exercise restraint, so I doubt we’d make it through the opening credits anyway.”
It was incredibly hot, the way she didn’t feel a need to be coy about the fact she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
“I did promise you a meal, though,” she added.
“Not hungry.” He popped the button of her jeans open.
“I can put it in the oven now, so it’ll be waiting when...we’re finished with the tour of my bedroom.”
“How long is it supposed to bake?”
“About thirty minutes.”
“It’ll burn.”
She grinned. “There you go putting pressure on yourself again.”
“I told you. I work well under pressure.”
“Prove it.”
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Note to self: Don’t challenge Derek Gilman.
Olivia wanted him. She wanted him naked and in her bed and inher. She’d imagined this moment so many times since that day in the elevator—though not always in this setting—and now that it was finally happening, she wanted it tohappen.
