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“You’re supposed to say Marco.”
“And you’re not supposed to kill yourself in the dark.” Her heart was buzzing in her chest, so hard that if there’d been any light, she was certain she’d be able to see it vibrating.
“Polo,” he said as a shape loomed over her, a darker blot in the darkness, and she felt his knees depress the mattress on either side of hers. His hands landed next, caging her in, and the weight of his body pressed down on her as his mouth found her neck.
Thunder rumbled outside, or maybe it was inside her head. Maybe it was actually her pulse making that noise in her ears as their bodies slid together in the dark.
He murmured words against her skin, and they were all about her. How amazing she was, how beautiful, and how good she made him feel. She let herself sink into him, carried away by the sound of his voice and the feel of him wrapped all around her.
It wasn’t at all how she’d imagined it would be. Not when she’d first noticed him and felt that initial spark of attraction, or even later, after she’d gotten to know him better and understand him. She’d imagined he’d be assertive and straightforward in bed. Maybe even a little rough, but in the best kind of way.
Never in a million years had she expected this tender intensity. He was so gentle, and patient, and sensual. When he touched her she felt it everywhere, shimmering through every pore all over her body, every nerve ending and every cell of brain matter. He turned her inside out, driving her to places she never even knew existed.
It made her wonder what she’d been doing all these years, wasting her time with men who couldn’t affect her this way. How had she ever done without this feeling?
And now that she’d experienced it, how would she ever live without it?
Chapter Seventeen
For the second morning in a row, Olivia woke in Adam’s arms. Only this time, his hand was cupping her breast instead of her waist.
There was a moment of disorientation, followed by realization. Memories of the night before flooded back, and she felt a moment of uncertainty as she wondered what this would mean for them.
How were they meant to go forward from here? Was last night a one-time thing or something more?
She wanted more, but she had no idea if Adam would. If he didn’t, she’d have to find a way to navigate that with dignity. They still had to work together.
Oh god, the job.
Her eyes flew open, and the digital clock on the nightstand flashed at her in the pre-dawn light. The power was back on.
That was when she realized the rain had stopped. That dull roar she could hear wasn’t rain, it was traffic on the highway. The roads were open again.
Adam stirred behind her and she froze, waiting to see what he would do. She’d take her cue from him. If he shrank away from her and leapt out of bed, it was probably safe to assume he wasn’t interested in a repeat performance.
He didn’t shrink away or leap out of bed. Instead, he pulled her even closer, nuzzling kisses into her hair. “Morning,” he murmured as his hand roamed over her stomach and down between her thighs.
Her limbs melted into a quivering puddle, and she felt him press against her, hard and eager. She pressed back, wanting it just as much as he did. She could stay here forever in this bed with him, just the two of them in their little bubble, completely separate from the world outside.
But that wasn’t practical. The power was back on, and they had a job to do. A job with a deadline of midnight tonight.
“Adam.” Her voice came out in a breathy moan, and he increased his attentions, taking it as encouragement.
If only they could spare the time. She’d give almost anything for him not to stop.
Except her job. She couldn’t afford to give that up.
“Adam,” she tried again. “The power’s back on.”
“I guess that means I’d better stop.” He didn’t stop though, and it was making it very difficult for her to remember what their priorities were supposed to be.
“Probably,” she managed in a shaky voice, even as she pressed back against him for more.
He withdrew his hand—much to her disappointment—and propped himself up, rolling her onto her back. “Too bad,” he said, smiling as he bent to brush a light kiss across her lips.
His hair was ruffled and sticking up, and his lips had a bruised, raw look to them. He looked like someone who’d been ravished. Kissed and fondled and thoroughly fucked for hours. She probably looked the same.
When he kicked off the sheets and climbed out of bed, she couldn’t help feeling like she’d lost something. Their happy little bubble had popped, and now they would have to reenter normal time and space. A nagging worry tugged at her that they’d never recapture this moment again. Once the pressures of the real world intruded, they’d lose this fragile thing they’d built.
