Page 53 of Dating Mr. Right A Collection
He must have sent it before I even called him. Oh God, I think I’m falling in love. My fingers speed through the fastest reply in the world.
Olivia: YES!!!!!! I’m there!
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We arrive at the same time.
He walks toward me. I walk toward him. I stop in front of the bench, nerves and hope clogging my throat.
“I’m sorry I freaked out last night.”
He sits and I sit next to him. “Are you a runner? Because once I have you as mine, I’m not going to want you to run away.”
I take a deep breath. “I had a bad relationship. He cheated on me with a ton of other people, and sometimes I sabotage dates when it seems like it might work. I especially do when it’s too good to be true.”
He smiles and runs his thumb over my jawline. “So you think I’m too good to be true?”
“You said it yourself last night. Everything seemed that way.”
“And that scared you?”
“It did. But that’s no excuse.” I reach for his hand. When he threads his fingers through mine, I swear all is right in the world. “Maybe it’s too soon. Maybe it’s too much. But I want to know what we can be.”
He sighs, but it sounds like it’s full of happy relief. “Look, I was hurt too. I was in love with this woman, and she took off around the world. I keep waiting for someone to pull the rug out from under me again.”
My heart aches for him. “I don’t want to pull the rug out from under you.”
He sweeps his thumb over my jaw. “And I don’t want to hurt you. All I want is to make you feel good.”
And my heart—it soars to the sky. “That’s the past. This is the present.” I smile, and the way he smiles back at me, all crooked and sexy, sends heat through my body.
“There’s only one way to find out if this thing is too good to be true,” he says, his voice low, husky. His hand slinks around my neck, into my hair, sending shivers down my spine.
“To do this thing.”
“Let’s do this thing.” He dips his face to my neck then kisses me there. “You know what escape room I’d like to go to right now?”
“Which one?” I’m trembling with desire.
“There’s one in my apartment.”
I moan. “If you take me there, I’m not going to want to escape.”
“That’s the plan.”
I plant a kiss on his lips, and it’s better than last night. It’s wonderful and magical, and I feel it everywhere. Everything else fades away but the absolute magic of this man and me. Maybe I’m crazy, but I swear I can taste forever in his kiss.
I make a choice.
To break my habits and make brand new ones.
Starting with the hot, dirty sex I’d hoped for.
Funny, how a man so sweet can be so dirty in the sack. Because when we make it to my apartment, the alpha animal in him comes out. And my sweet, swoony vet is whispering filthy things in my ear.
Things like . . .
Want to strip off all your clothes.
Spread you out on the bed.
Eat you, taste you, have you.
Fuck you.
Fuck you so damn hard you’re not just seeing stars, but planets and galaxies.
Who knew that Herb Smith had such a dirty mouth?
“You are quite naughty,” I say, shuddering as I grab his shirt, tugging it over his head as we stumble to my bed.
“I am. And hey, maybe that is what makes me too good to be true.”
I laugh as I drag my nails down the grooves in his abs. Grooves. The man has traceable grooves. “Yes, definitely too good, because I do like it when you tell me all the bad things you want to do.”
He yanks off my top, unclasps my bra, and dips his head to my breasts, murmuring as he licks a circle around my nipple. “I’d like to lick, and kiss, and fuck you all night long, Olivia. Take you hard, take you slow, take you every way.”
I shiver. Is he for real? Is this happening?
My knees shake and I gasp as he lavishes attention on my breasts, telling me how delicious my skin is, how good I taste, how he could spend the night worshipping my body.
Yes.
I’d like that very much.
But I want to worship his too. And even when he has me squirming and panting, I don’t let my own pleasure deter me. I sit up, pressing a hand to his chest.
“Let me taste you.”
He arches a brow, his eyes darkening. “Yeah?”
“Let me show you how much I want you too.”
“Show me,” he says, more commanding than I expected.
He wraps my hair in a fist, and tugs me down to him. I’m hot and bothered and so ready for all sorts of dirty deeds as I take him in my mouth.
