Page 59 of Cabin Fever

We both were fighting with my shirt, my cast, and with each other.

I heard a tear and my shirt fell to the floor. We both stared at the limp flannel.

"That was my good shirt."

"Are you serious right now? It's plaid, flannel, and I noticed a hole in the side. There are probably hundreds of hole-free ones I could buy you within a ten-mile radius."

I shook my head. "It wouldn't be the same. That was my father's shirt."

All the fight and light faded from Olivia's gaze. It wasn't fun to watch. I wanted to get that bright radiance that glowed wherever she went back.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think it was important to you."

I reached down and picked it up. "He never dressed like that when I was little. It was always suits. Even in his downtime, he wore dress shirts and dress pants. But when we moved up here, he changed. He wanted to blend in." I glanced up at Olivia. "And I just wanted him to see me."

"I see you and your flannel." Olivia smiled and stepped closer, placing her hand on my chest.

Electric heat shot through her fingertips, charging my heart. I had no idea how long we'd been standing here, but it was long enough to know that I shouldn't be breathing as if I just ran a mile.

"I'm not wearing flannel right now." My hand covered hers.

It's soft and her fingers tickled and scratched through my dusting of chest hair. I don't ever want her to let go. Olivia's eyes sparkled like a freshly lit fire as she waited for me to pull away like I tried to last night.

"No, you're not."

She stepped back, leaving me cold and wondering if there was a chance for me to ever get it back. I realized at that moment that I had become addicted to her touch.

Olivia popped a few buttons on her shirt before pulling it over her head. She stood before me in the lace bra I had seen hanging on the bathroom door hook several times. I had wondered what it looked like on her, but I never imagined it would create the most beautifully wrapped package I ever saw. My fingers itched to take a peek inside.

"Now I'm not, either."

Without taking my eyes off of her, my useful hand made quick work of removing my jeans. I stood only in my black boxer briefs.

"I'm not wearing my jeans."

Her cheeks flamed and the impish grin that followed was tempting me to kiss it off. But I held my ground, waiting for her to decide what to do next. My erection was having trouble holding back. It strained against my briefs and Olivia watched with delight in her eyes.

"No, you are not. And thank goodness. It must have been crushing that thing."

I cocked my eye at her as she pointed between my thighs.

"Thing? Do I have to teach you about the bird and the bees, Olivia?"

She threw her head back and laughed—it was gorgeous. She was striking when she was happy. How could I ever upset her? I decided to only do things that made Olivia smile.

Her fingers slowly—and with purpose—began to unfasten her jeans. Her sister must have taken her shopping while they were out. These weren't my baggy old jeans she left wearing. These jeans fit her legs to perfection. And as she peeled them off, I wondered if I was drooling.

"I think I will be the one teaching you about sex," she said before dropping her clothes next to mine on the floor.

I was snapped out of what was happening. I stood with a chill but full of confusion over her statement. "What? Why would you need to teach me?"

"I . . . uh, I mean . . . you're a virgin, right?" Her arms wrapped around her middle and I could see she was as uncomfortable as I was dumbfounded.

My brows shot up, and I didn't know whether to laugh or be miffed that she thought I wouldn't know how to please a woman.

"Olivia, there have been many things you didn't know how to do when you got here. Things most people learn how to do as children. Some, I used to think were naturally ingrained in us, but I realized you needed to be taught. But at no point did I assume I knew anything about your sexual history. Yet, for all I helped you with, you thought I was completely naïve in bed?"

Her lips flapped as she blew air through them. It was adorable and made me want to kiss her again.

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