Page 60 of Cabin Fever

"When you put it like that, I sound awful. I just thought with you living up here all alone and not being a very social person . . . You're like the male version of a crazy cat lady, but just with sheep and a dog."

"Now I sound terrible." I stepped forward, taking her arms and pulling them from her waist.

"Do you want me to show you how non-virginal I am?"

Because I want to show you, like, a million times.

"God, yes," Olivia groaned.

My grin was quick and smothered just as fast as she reached up and pulled my face forward. Her lips brushed mine and something switched in my brain. I took over, shoving my body to hers until she hit the cool wall of the bathroom.

My fingers curled into her hair, pulling her head back, and as a shudder ran down my back, I watched as her mouth opened for me.

"You want this?" I had to make sure she understood there was no going back.

I held off as much as I could. When it came to sex, that's when the beast came out. I knew it was something that a woman wouldn't want long-term. I wasn't the guy a girl brought home to her parents—no matter how hard I worked at my job.

Women enjoyed themselves but when I suggested we try it again, the look they gave me said it all. It was a one-time thing. An experiment to see if they were into it, but they never were.

Olivia's fingers slid to my chest, her nails dug into my skin, and I wondered if she thought that would make me want to stop. She had no idea how it made me want more.

The question was, did she want it, too?

NINETEEN

Olivia

ICOULD BARELY BREATHEas Carter's large body pinned me to the wall. He may not be a virgin as I assumed, but I never expected this. He was like a savage animal moving in for the kill. And as his hard cock dug into my pelvis, I wondered if I wanted to be eaten.

"Yes." My voice came out as a half moan, half unintelligible noise.

With my head held back and my mouth forced open, I hoped he understood what I wanted. This close, I could smell every hard-earned bead of sweat that glistened on his skin. There was something about Carter's scent, and I craved more. I wanted to bottle it up and take it home with me.

His fingers loosened and I lifted my head. The kink in my neck twitched but instead of wincing, a bolt of heat ran straight between my thighs.

His hand slid from my hair and he glided his finger across my lips before shoving it into my mouth. It wasn't a gentle push where he hesitated, waiting for my response. I had said yes and he heard, so everything was fair game now.

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