Page 50 of Undeniable

It was a sweet offer, especially considering it would effectively be putting the brakes on what we’d been doing. And it showed me that Connor cared about me. That he would put my needs before his own.

“Not really,” I said.

“I could help you relax.” His tone was both teasing and seductive.

My eyes widened.Oh my god.Was he suggesting what I thought he was?

“Oh yeah?” I asked, feeling hot and flustered and so turned on I might actually combust. I’d never had phone sex, and this was definitely new territory for us. “And how would you do that?”

“Mm. Well—” He shifted, the blankets rustling with his movement. “If I were there with you, I’d sit behind you with you between my legs.”

I hummed, closing my eyes and imagining just that. His large body behind me, his powerful legs bracketing mine.

“I’d begin by washing you. Taking my time to care for your body, starting at your shoulders. I’d caress your skin, massaging the soap into your muscles. Helping you relax after a long day.”

That sounded…so nice. Relaxing and sensual and I ached for him to hold me. To caress me.

“Then,” he continued. “I’d slide my hands over your collarbone, down your breasts, taking my time to make sure they were thoroughly clean before moving to your stomach.”

“And then what?” I asked, feeling incredibly brazen. Feeling like the characters Meghan Hart described.

“How long is your hair?” he asked.

“It grazes my collarbone.”

He hummed his approval. “What color is it?”

I smirked at his attempt to get me to describe myself. It was working, though. “Light brown. You?”

“Brown, but it’s buzzed close to my scalp.”

Interesting. It didn’t surprise me, but I’d never been with a man who didn’t have longer hair. I wondered if I’d miss running my fingers through it. Since it was Connor, though, I doubted it.

“Eyes?” he asked.

“What does that have to do with my hair?” I teased.

“Just trying to get the full picture.”

“Mm.” The hot air curled around me, tendrils of my hair sticking to my skin. “Green. You?”

“Technically blue, though they often look more like gray. And I think we’re getting sidetracked. Now, where was I?”

“In the bath with me,” I said, shocking myself. “Washing me.”

In the past, I would’ve been way too shy to do something so bold. But Connor had always made me feel safe to be myself. He’d helped me realize that I was wonderful just as I was.

He was quiet a moment then he said, “Once the soap was rinsed. I’d brush your hair aside and kiss my way down your neck and shoulder.”

I slid my hand up my stomach, my skin slick from the water. I ached to feel his hands on me, his lips tracing the same path he’d described. But then I remembered that he was in New York, and that fantasy popped like one of the bubbles in my bath.

It didn’t matter that he was coming to visit soon. He wouldn’t be staying. And that meant that our relationship could never go anywhere, even if I wanted it to.

“I should…” The water sloshed around me, and my skin heated. “I should go.”

“Olivia,” he growled. “Don’t overthink it.”

How did he…? How had he known what I was thinking?

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