Page 45 of Tangled in Vows

Wrong thought. Fuck.

I will my dick to go back down, but of course, it doesn’t listen to me. Especially not now that Olivia is in the room.

And there’s no way to hide it either with only wearing my sweatpants and nothing else.

Way to go, Evie. I wanted to tease her with the goods, notshowher all the goods like some pervert.

To distract myself, I push bowls around and flip the bacon again, even though I just did that. I don’t pay enough attention, and some of the hot oil hits my bare stomach. I hiss at the burn. “Shit.”

“Oh my God, are you okay?”

I nod. “Yeah, I just got some oil on myself. No biggie.”

No. Don’t think about anything big. Think small thoughts. Tiny thoughts.

“What? Let me see.”

What? Shit. No.

Olivia does some kind of magic trick because one second, she’s behind the counter, and the next, she’s right next to me, grabbing my arm and spinning me around to face her.

Well, double shit.

Her hands land on my skin, gentle and warm. “Where did it hit you?”

Before I can respond, she pauses her perusal.

“Oh . . . wow.”

She does a tiny giggle-cough-splutter thing while I bite my bottom lip so hard I taste a hint of copper.

Her gaze is fixed on my crotch, and I don’t dare move. Her nails dig into my stomach, and I’m pretty sure she forgot her hands are on me. My cock makes an involuntary twitch at the touch, only getting harder when she gasps. Yet, she still doesn’t avert her gaze. Since her head is simultaneously blocking my view, I can’t check if my dick has decided it’s done with the confinement of my sweats and is now peeking directly at her.

Not that I’d blame him. Olivia and her curves are clearly doing it for us. Big time.

I continue to impersonate a statue, trying to figure out what my next move should be.

Explaining to her that thoughts of her are enough to turn me the fuck on might not work in my favor. I’m not positive she’s ready to hear that yet either.

Stormy decides she’s done staring at us in confusion and barks.

Olivia shakes her head slightly, as if trying to clear her thoughts.

“Well . . . mmm . . . it seems you’re okay.” She relaxes her fingers and brushes them down my torso before they fall away completely.

Dangerously close to my way too excited dick.

“Oh yeah, totally okay. It only hurt for a second, and I didn’t mean to worry you, but thanks for checking on me anyway. He, uh, I mean,Ireally appreciate it.” The words tumble out of my mouth in one big breath.

Somebody, shoot me now.

Her gaze snaps to mine, and she blinks. Her pupils are almost entirely blown, the lust so evident in them I have to bite my lip again.

Don’t do anything. Don’t do anything.

Her gaze drops to my mouth, and she licks her lips.

“Fuck it.” I push my hands deep into her hair and tilt her head back.

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