Page 47 of Cabin Fever

I had tried to wage a war between logic and my dick. Unfortunately, the big guy between my legs was a bully. My hand was on her neck, my thumb tilting up her face before logic had time to react.

I paused for a second, taking in the moment. I watched her brown eyes melt, dipping to my lips. If I kissed Olivia, then everything would change—more than the last time, which I passed off as excitement and worry, bubbling over into action.

This time she knew I wanted her. This time, as my lips brushed hers, causing me to moan at their softness, Olivia had the power to leave me undone.

Her tongue darted out. Only the tip, but it was enough to curl my fingers into her messy blond hair and deepen our kiss. She tasted like mint and smelled of some sweet flower I didn't know the name of until I hunt it down to gather a bouquet so I could give it to her.One day.

Olivia's head pulled away, and I noticed her swollen lips. I leaned forward for more but instead of another kiss, she shifted onto my lap, straddling me. Her breasts pushed against my chest and the stiffness of her nipples grazed a line across my chest as I grasped the tiny shred of control I had left.

I wanted to push and grind her body over mine. I wanted to live out my fantasy, the one where I grip her hair and she rides me, unable to stop from screaming my name. It was as if she saw inside my head and was willing to play it all out here, tonight.

But just before I lifted her breast so I could wrap my lips around her aching nipple, Kitty ruined everything.

She barked. And then Kitty kept on barking.

Olivia froze, turning her head toward the bedroom door.

"Kitty's probably having a dream. Ignore her."

But when we heard a bang and Kitty's howling ended suddenly, I knew that it wasn't a dream anymore, but a nightmare.

FIFTEEN

Olivia

"FUDGE POCKET," CARTERground out the ridiculous phrase.

I was horny, sweating, and now I was worried.

"What was that?" I asked as I brought my fingers to my tested lips.

Damn it. I wanted to enjoy our night of kissing and perhaps, more than kissing. It was obvious Carter was a virgin. The man wanted to kiss me but made every excuse as to why we shouldn't, even when I told him we should.

I believed I was obvious in my pursuit of him. At no point had I pretended I didn't want the man. Carter wasn't like any man I had dated or met before. His body was like that of an athlete, thick with muscles. Or, if I added his personality into the mix, he was more like a caveman.

He was gruff, hard, a prankster, and surprisingly fragile. All the men I knew cared more about their appearance and money than enjoying life. Carter was the opposite of them. The opposite of Derrick.

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