Page 69 of Tangled

“Wow. This is gorgeous, Kane,” she gasps when she enters, taking in the matching high ceilings to the living room complete with sky lights that offer a breathtaking view of the stars when the sky is clear, like it is tonight. The oak four poster bed on the main wall takes up most of the space, accompanied by a matching dresser. Dark grey bedding and navy pillows are the only sources of color besides the light grey on the walls. A glass sliding door offers a perfect view of the backyard, providing just a slight view of the lake off the back of my property.

“And through there is the master bath,” I point, just as Olivia turns and glides into my bathroom. The claw foot tub rests comfortably in its nook, away from the standing shower and across from the double sinks and full length mirror that spans the wall.

Olivia turns to me and shakes her head. “This is like a dream home, Kane. It’s fabulous and very, you. I only hope to have a home this nice someday,” she says so casually, I almost don’t let her words hit me.

But then I see her back in my room, standing in the middle of the floor in front of my bed, and I feel this strong sense of belonging—like she belongs here. It’s like staring at a painting or photograph that captivates your attention and leaves you speechless. All you can do is stare because there are no words to accurately describe the image in front of you.

It literally takes your breath away.

Olivia takes my breath away.

Clearing my throat, I move to speak, just as I hear the oven timer.

“Food’s ready. Come on,” I throw my head in the direction of the kitchen.

After I serve us both, we sit at the table and feast. Olivia makes little moans throughout dinner that test my restraint—my dick growing painfully hard with every noise and lick of her lips. Fuck, I can’t wait to taste her again.

“That was delicious,” she sighs, licking her fork clean and leaving not one grain of rice on her plate.

“Thank you. I’m glad you approved,” I say, standing to grab both of our plates and depositing them in the sink. I did most of the clean-up beforehand, so the few dishes can wait until tomorrow.

“Is it movie time?” Olivia asks, reaching to refill her wine glass as she arrives at the island next to me.

“Uh, sure,” I say, just now remembering that I promised her a movie. Hell, did she not understand that movie is code for other things? Or is that just me, being a guy, thinking with my dick?

Resolving that the night is still young, I shove down my impatience and lead Olivia into my living room as she settles on my couch.

“Oh, my God, you donothave a shelf dedicated to Ryan Reynolds’ movies in your cabinet!” She gasps, leaning over my shoulder as I hunch down and dig out a movie. I never heard her move from the couch before she popped up behind me.

“Damn right I do, woman. I told you,” I say, pointing to myself, “Obsessed.”

Olivia throws her head back in laughter before making her way back to the couch and removes her boots. That sound—her laugh—it’s methodical and hypnotizing. I never want her to stop. I want to do anything in my power to make her laugh as much as possible.

“Well then, by all means… let Ryan entertain us tonight,” she jests, tucking her legs underneath her as she sinks into the cushion. I stand tall and memorize her in this moment—so comfortable, so carefree, so completely perfect sitting there—on my couch, in my home.

I can’t speak. I’m too overcome with the rush of feelings pounding on my chest. I toss the movie on the ground and stride over to her, leaning down and caging her in on the sofa as my arms rest on the back, her hazel eyes veering up to mine.

“What about the movie?” She whispers as I remove her wine glass from her hand and set it on the side table.

“I can think of things far more entertaining than Ryan Reynolds right now,” I growl, the deep rumble of my voice so full of lust, there’s no hiding it.

“I’m going to tell him you said that,” she teases, biting her bottom lip and sending a strike of arousal to my dick. Fuck, I wanna bite that lip. I want to nibble on every inch of her skin.

“He’ll understand. He’s a guy. And if he saw the gorgeous and sexy-as-hell redhead sitting on my couch, he’d tell me to fuck the movie too and go after what I want.”

Her eyes search mine before glancing down to my mouth and popping back up again.

“And what is it that you want, Kane?” She plays stupid, but we’re both far too intelligent and turned on to play these games.

I’ve been drawing on the memory of her beneath me for weeks now, even before I realized I wanted more with her. I remember what she tastes like—her mouth, her skin, her pussy. I know the sounds she makes when she’s about to come.

But nothing is better than the real thing. The images in my mind can only last me so long before I need my next fix. Before I feel the urge to bury myself so deep inside of her I lose all sense of reality.

“You, Olivia. I want you.”

“Then take me, Kane,” she whispers, and that’s all the clarification I need.

Chapter 31

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