Page 4 of Wild Nights

My heart squeezed at his confidence. Not something I would have anticipated after his assessment of himself as the numbers guy.

"I want to see you," he said not making a move to remove my clothing.

I nodded, sensing he needed my permission.

He pulled my silky shirt from the band of my skirt, getting to work on the delicate buttons.

There was something about this man taking his time that heightened the anticipation. I couldn't believe I was alone in my room with a virtual stranger. But something told me I could trust him. That he'd take care of me.

My breath hitched when my shirt fell open, revealing my bra.

"You're gorgeous." His gaze moved from the swell of my breasts to my eyes as if he needed to know I'd heard him.

"So are you," I returned the favor, unbuttoning his shirt. When his fell open, I spread my palms over the hard planes of his chest, letting my hands explore. I pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders.

He cupped my breasts through the lacy material, then pushed one cup down to reveal my breast. "Sexy as fuck."

Then he dipped his head to suck my nipple into his mouth.

My fingers curled into his hair, holding him to me. This man was so much more than what I expected. He was sexy and tender at the same time. I'd never been with anyone who'd been this confident about sex, who was determined to take his time and savor the experience. I knew without a doubt; he'd make me feel good.

His wet mouth on my nipple was a direct line to my clit. He reached around and unhooked my bra, and I let it fall to the floor. His gaze took me in before he sucked on my other nipple until it was hard.

I was aching for more. I fumbled with his belt buckle, shoving his pants down. The bulge beneath the thin material of his boxer briefs was impressive.

He was so smooth about this entire encounter; it was hard to believe he'd never done this with anyone else. But at the same time, he had this quiet disposition about him. It gave me the impression that he was selective in everything he did, and if he'd chosen me, then it must mean something.

Chapter Two

OLIVER

Ihadn't been with a woman in a long time. I was a single father to my son, Joey, and I refused to lose time with him in order to take the time to date someone. Not that I didn't crave female companionship, but it just wasn't in the cards for me at the moment.

Over the years, I could have hooked up with women who were guests at the lodge, but no one had interested me until now. I couldn't resist the pull of this woman as she sat at the bar with her sleek, shiny hair, her white silk blouse, and her tight black skirt. It was professional, but it screamed sex to me.

I hoped I didn't come across as inexperienced. She was gorgeous and completely out of my league. I was confident she wouldn't have given Xander a second of her time. So the fact that she'd said yes to me was gratifying.

I was usually holed up in my office, looking over numbers during the day, and fumbling around being a dad the rest of the time. I surrounded myself with family and friends and didn't have much of a social life outside of it.

Tonight, I had Maeve, my sitter, staying overnight at the house with Joey. I intended to stay in one of the empty condoson the top floor which was reserved for family so I could have a night out with my brothers.

Eli had suggested a game of pool, and then I'd seen Carolina. A beautiful name for a stunning woman.

With a sexy grin, she cupped my dick through my pants.

I bit off a curse as I grabbed her wrist. "I'm not done with you."

She grinned; it was impish as she slowly lowered the zipper on her skirt and shimmied out of it, leaving her in black lace panties. I hadn't seen any panty lines, so she must have been wearing a thong. My hands itched to find out, but I was forcing myself to move slow. This woman deserved to be cherished.

I wondered what it was about me that made her rethink her no hookup rule. She was sophisticated and savvy. I could easily see her engaging in selective hookups, but I believed her when she said she hadn't.

This woman was special. I wasn't sure how I felt about it not lasting more than one night. Ever since Joey was born, I was focused on being his sole support because his mother, Tina, said she wasn't prepared to be a parent.

My mother had taken me aside and told me to take fatherhood one minute at a time. Everything would come together. I just had to be patient.

Seeing Carolina sitting at the bar had felt life altering. I stepped close, my hands ghosting over her sides and her hips. Finally, I cupped her bare ass. I dropped my head to her neck, groaning. "You're killing me."

Her arms curled around my neck, pulling her body flush against mine. I relished the brush of her nipples against my chest.

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