Page 24 of Cabin Fever

I tightened my grip as laughter rumbled from my throat. "It's a truck."

"Of course, truck." Her arms slipped around my waist and she sighed. "If I had known that damaging your home made you give hugs freely, I would have set fire to the place a long time ago."

I'd let her think this was her fault for another minute as I was enjoying the embrace more than I should. Even though Olivia smelled like bacon, the farther I nudged my nose toward her neck, the more hints of her sweet scent I found.

No protests escaped her lips as I buried my head into her neck. The only sounds that came from Olivia were her increasing heartbeat and a soft moan.

"You smell nice."

I didn't know whether to punch myself in the face or nudge my nose closer. I did the latter. Once I realized there was no way for me to inhale any more of Olivia without the appearance of being demented, I brushed my lips over the tender line of her neck.

Her skin felt softer than I imagined, and I had thought about it more often than I care to admit this past week. When she tilted her head back to allow easier access, I knew there was no going back.

Her actions and all her talk since she'd arrived had me contemplating insanity more than once. But instead of it making me want nothing to do with her, I felt compelled to learn more.Iwas the one asking the questions. I told myself it was to get her to stop asking about me—and that was partly true—but most of it was my brain's inability to stop thinking about Olivia.

She was the first person I thought about when I woke in the mornings. Maybe she was stuck in my head because I was living with her. When she leaves, the memory will fade and my life will get back to normal.

I groaned at the thought. A week ago I wanted nothing to do with Olivia but now, the idea of never seeing her again didn't bring a smile to my face.

Her breasts, the ones that had me taking my hand to my swollen dick all week, flattened against my chest. It didn't matter that I could only feel thick material with my coat on and hers was only partially unzipped. Just the knowledge that she threw her head back and pushed her body to mine was enough to make me want to rip my clothes off.

But I didn't do that.

I lifted my lips to her ear. "I should stop."

"You really shouldn't."

My hands settled on her hips, preparing to push her back when she grabbed my wrist. Her movement was quick, and I had no time to react as she pushed my hand inside her coat and onto her breast. Instead of pulling my arm back, my fingers firmed and were far too eager with her direction.

Her nipples were so hard they were ready to slice through the flannel shirt she had on. It had been a long time since I felt another woman like this. And her tiny cries of pleasure as I rubbed back against her were addictive.

That's what Olivia was, a bad drug. Something tempting and achingly sweet, but if left with me long-term would do unthinkable damage.

"That's right, Carter. You feel so fucking good."

My head popped up. I lifted my hand from where it had slipped to grab her backside and cup her chin. "No foul language."

It's as if I hadn't spoken. She unzipped my coat and slipped her fingers under my shirt. My eyes rolled back into my head when she playfully teased my nipples.

"Maybe you should punish me."

A bird chirped in the distance and I glanced up. Bright rays of sun filtered through the roof.

What was I doing? I had a large hole in the roof of my home, my truck was running outside, and an unwelcomed guest was in my arms who I had promised to take home.

I stepped back. Olivia's eyes were practically pools of black, her cheeks flushed, and her hair looked more tumbled than when I found her eating beans on my floor almost two weeks ago. In other words, she looked incredibly luscious.

"What's wrong?" she asked breathlessly.

I waved my hand up in the air. "The roof. I need to put something over the top so animals don't get inside. Then, I have to take you back to The Lodge."

There was hurt in her eyes, but I didn't stick around to find out why. She's the one who's been complaining since she got here that she missed her family and all her little luxuries.

I made my way to the barn as I pushed thoughts of her skin out of my head. After grabbing a tarp that my dad and I used when the roof of the barn needed patching, some nails, a hammer, and the ladder, I made my way to the side of the house.

Olivia was already there, waiting.

"Do me a favor, shut off the truck before the truck runs out of gas."

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