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I turned in his hold and stretched up to wrap my arms around his neck.
“Was that Kari?” he asked, referring to my phone call.
“No, that was Marissa, the author of the book I’m reading. I offered her representation.”
He pulled back from me, a look of surprise on his face. “Why don’t you seem more excited about this?”
I smiled up at him. “I am. She just hasn’t accepted yet. I will save my excitement for when she does.”
He lifted me into a hug. “I will spend my excitement now.”
“I could get you even more excited,” I said in his ear. “It’s your turn.”
He lowered me back to my feet. “Don’t you want breakfast first?”
I undid the tie on my robe, letting it fall open. “Does it look like I want breakfast first?”
He took hold of the open sides of the robe and pulled me forward and into the room by them. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“You are too,” I said. “And you have entirely too many clothes on that beautiful body.”
“Yeah?” he said, slipping his hand into my robe and around my waist. He trailed kisses along my jaw and down my neck.
“Yes.” I stepped back, detaching him from me, and took hold of the bottom of his shirt, working it up his body. “I hear you’re rideable. I would like to see if this is true.”
He helped me finish pulling his shirt over his head and then flung it onto the chair beside us. “Only for a carrot.”
I laughed, then let my hand trail beneath the waistband of his shorts, where I grabbed hold of him. “Is this the figurative carrot she was referring to?”
A spasm went through him, causing him to jerk in my grip. “Consideringshepromised it tome, I doubt it.”
“Well,Icould be motivated by this promise.”
He let out a growling laugh that made my cheeks go warm. He tugged me even closer by the sides of my robe, then peeled it off of me. I relieved him of his shorts, then pushed him back onto the bed, where I climbed on top of him. My hair draped down like a curtain around us.
“Thank you for coming with me this weekend,” I said.
“It’s been a real hardship,” he teased, pulling me down to his lips.
“Do you ever wish we hadn’t given up so easily three years ago?” I asked. “When we first went out.”
“We were both in a different place. It might not have worked out. It’s better here… now.” His hand cupped my cheek, his eyes assuring me that this was the time. And as his hands moved down my body, touching me, coaxing me, caressing me, I agreed.
CHAPTER 32
“Are you upset that I also wanted to be tourists today?” Oliver asked as we stood at a pub table, a large oak tree stretched out above us. A wide array of cheeses was in the center of the table and a selection of wine had just been poured.
“Of course not,” I said. I wore a sundress and sandals, which felt good because even in the shade it was hot for early May. “This is fun.” I swirled the deep red wine in my glass and took a sip. It was fruity and rich. “What are you like when you’re drunk?” I asked. I’d never seen Oliver drunk and I wasn’t sure a wine tour, where we were only taking sips at every vineyard we stopped at, was going to get him anything more than slightly tipsy, but I was curious.
“Quiet, I guess. I’ve only been drunk twice before,” he said.
“Twice?” I asked in shock.
He chuckled. “I’m careful, remember?”
“Not anymore, not with me,” I teased, thinking about that morning in bed.
His jaw tightened, his brow dipped, and he said, “No, selfishly, not with you.”
