Page 79 of Undeniable

“I know there are…sacrifices involved with being a soldier. Difficult—impossible—decisions. And I’m sure the same holds true for your work at Hudson. I get that.”

“Do you?” he asked, his gaze suddenly intense. “Do you really?”

“Maybe not,” I said, placing my hand on his forearm. “But I want to. I want to understand you.”

“Olivia, I’m not sure you could ever understand. I mean, you leave your security system off, for fuck’s sake. And I’m glad you feel safe enough to do so. But you only have that sense of security because of the things that people like me do.”

“I know,” I said in a gentle tone. “I do. And I’m so very grateful for everything you and all the brave men and women of our country have done.”

“Thank you.” He sighed. “But can we please just talk about something else? We have so little time together, and I feel like I’m fucking it all up.”

I softened at his words. At the expression on his face. I straddled him and pressed my lips to the crease between his brows. “You’re not fucking anything up.”

He seemed to relax a little at my words, his hands stilling on my hips before smoothing up my ribs. “Mm. I like this position.”

“Connor,” I chided. I got the feeling that he was intentionally trying to distract me. And it was working, my chest rising and falling as he lifted his hands, cupping my breasts.

“What? I’m hungry.” He started untying my robe slowly. Pushing the material over my shoulders. I shivered from his touch and the look in his eyes.

“You want me to get the apple pie?” I asked, letting him get away with trying to distract me—for now.

He shook his head, dragging his thumb down my lip. “I had something else in mind.”

“Are you sure your knee is okay?”

“Never better.” He flashed me a wolfish grin. “Now, I want you to sit on my face.”

“I—” I shivered. Oh god, the man had such a filthy mouth. And I was more than happy to oblige.

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

Igroaned, mesmerized by the sway of Olivia’s ass as she rolled away from me and climbed out of her bed. Was it really Monday already? I shook my head. This entire trip was passing by too quickly.

After checking out of my hotel yesterday, we’d come back to her place. She’d done laundry and worked on her computer, while I’d gone for a run then installed some external lights that she’d finally agreed to. It wasn’t nearly enough as far as I was concerned, but it was a start.

I scrambled across the bed, grabbing her hand and hauling her back onto the mattress. She giggled, and my dick slid between her thighs, seeking out her heat. “Do we really have to go?”

“Yes.” She gave me a quick peck, squirming in my arms, which only made me want her that much more. “And even if we didn’t, we already spent most of the weekend in bed.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I teased.

“It is.” She frowned, and it was fucking adorable. “I’ve been a terrible tour guide.”

Somehow, she managed to get free, but she lingered, her eyes greedily scanning my bare chest. I’d lost count of the number of orgasms I’d given her, and she still wanted more. I knew the feeling. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get my fill.

I told myself it was just the result of months of built-up tension. At least, I tried to. I was only here for a few more days. And yet…I knew what we had was special. Different.

“The best tour guide.” I cupped the back of her neck, pulling her to me for a passionate kiss that left us both breathless. “There’s no place I’d rather be.”

“Connor.” She rested her forehead against mine. “You’re torturing me.”

“You’re one to talk.” I gave my hard-on a pointed glance.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Insatiable,” I corrected with a smirk as I wrapped my arms around her, rolling us so I was on top of her. Her breath came in shallow pants, her pupils dilating as we ground against each other.

“I’m giving a speech, and we cannot be late,” she said, but her protest was weak.

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