Page 70 of Undeniable

Beautiful.He thought I was beautiful. My heart did a little pitter-patter, despite my worries.

“Morning.” I smiled, hoping my breath didn’t taste awful. Maybe the coffee would cover any morning breath?

He sat on the chair next to me and pulled my feet into his lap. Completely and totally at ease. “Sleep well?”

“When I actually slept, yes,” I teased as he started massaging my feet before working his way up to my calves.

He smirked as he leaned back in his chair, his hips shifting forward. Those thighs… That expression. The man was totally shameless and absolutely sexy. And he wanted me.

I rested my head against the chair, the sunlight warming my skin. His words from last night echoed through my head.You’re everything I want.

Beneath his hands, I melted like butter, and some of my earlier concerns vanished.

“Oh god.” I moaned. “That feels…so good.”

He chuckled, and the sound went straight to my core. I rubbed my legs together, seeking to ease the ache.

I opened my eyes, gasping as he slid his hand even higher, caressing my thigh and resting there a moment. In the distance, I saw one of my neighbors sunning in her backyard, her perfect body a reminder of everything I wasn’t. Of everything my mother had always wanted me to be, and it was as if I’d been doused with a bucket of cold water.

“What do you want to do today?” I asked, wriggling away and removing my feet from his lap.

He frowned at my feet but then adopted a more neutral expression. “I’m game for whatever. Though I’ll need to drop by the hotel to grab fresh clothes.”

“Great. Let’s do that.” I leaped out of my chair, seizing on the excuse. So much for my newfound confidence. “I’ll go shower so we can head over.”

“Okay.” He furrowed his brows, and I wanted to smooth any worries away. “Sure.”

I went inside and closed the door to the bathroom and switched on the shower. A glance in the mirror only confirmed my fears. My hair looked like a rat’s nest. His shirt barely covered my thighs, and Connor was a big guy. Years of my mother’s “suggestions” came crashing down on me.

Before I could strip out of his shirt, there was a knock on the door. “Olivia.”

“Yeah?” My voice sounded timid.What am I doing?

The door swung open. Connor stood in the opening, arms crossed over his chest. “What just happened?”

“I just…thought we should get ready,” I squeaked, though it sounded more like a question.

“You sure? Because it feels like you’re avoiding me.” He stared me down, waiting for an answer.

“I-I—” I glanced away, unable to handle the intensity of his gaze. The room was heating up, and it had nothing to do with the steam billowing out of the shower. Despite the fact that we’d just met, Connor knew me. He could read me—better than anyone.

His feet came into view, and he placed his finger beneath my chin, lifting. “Are you having second thoughts about last night?”

“What?” I frowned. “No. I’m just—” I closed my eyes and took a shuddering breath. “Afraid you might.”

He barked out a laugh. “Regret a night of amazing sex with an incredible woman? Right.”

“I’m sorry. I’m still trying to wrap my head around everything. I mean, we met online. And now…you’re here. And you’re—”

“I’m…?”

“Well, you.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not.” I scanned his bare chest. “Definitelynot a bad thing. It’s just…surprising.”

“Surprising?” he asked, tilting his head.

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