wishing they
could do this all the time. She’d never imagined sex could be so much fun, and
so mutually satisfying. No one had bothered to work this hard to make sure she
also had a good time.
He
lay face down over her, breathing heavily, his sweat mixing with hers. When he
sat up, he winced as he pulled off the condom, tossing it onto the floor. Then
he gathered her in his arms and kissed her tenderly.
“Please
tell me you enjoyed that as much as I did.”
She
hugged him tightly, wrapping her arms and legs around his body. “Oh my God.
Oliver, it was the best ever. I mean it.”
“Blair,
it was magnificent. More than I fantasized it could be.”
“Did
you really fantasize about me?”
He
pulled back to look at her. “Of course I did.”
“I
fantasized about you, too.”
His
smile was brilliant. It lit up the entire room. “You have no idea how that makes
me feel.”
“Tell
me.”
He
kissed her deeply. “Like I’m the fucking sexiest man on the planet.”
“You are the fucking sexiest man on the
planet.”
His
laugh almost sounded embarrassed. “Well, I don’t know about that, but I love
that you think so.”
She
hugged him tightly again. “I never want to leave this sofa.”
“We
don’t have to. I’ll ask my staff to bring all our meals here. We can put them
on the table and simply reach over and eat in between our lovemaking.”
Blair
giggled, happier than she’d ever been in her life. “All right. I can do that.”
He
kissed her neck. “But they’re off tonight so we’re on our own until the
morning.”
“Oh
no. How will we manage?”
“I
have no idea, but we must try.” He ran a hand down her side. “We’re all sweaty,
Blair.”
“I
wonder why?”
“No
clue. Maybe we should take a shower?”
She
grinned as shivers ran down her spine. “What a wonderfully wicked idea.”
Chapter
Ten
Oliver
could hardly believe this was real. He’d just had the best sex of his life with
the woman he’d fantasized about for years. Knowing she trusted him enough to
tell him that story put everything in perspective. This woman held a lot close
to her heart, and it explained so much about her. It also made him even more
determined to have her no matter what he had to do.
The
story of her teen years had torn his heart apart because he completely
understood her need to protect her mother at all costs. He’d done the same
thing with his brother, who had been in and out of trouble most of his life.
Thinking
about Dalton always made him sad, and he didn’t want to feel that way right
now. Blair must have seen or sensed the change in him, because her beautiful
eyes filled with concern.
“Are
you all right? You look so sad all of a sudden.”
He
sat up and pulled her into his arms. “I’m fine. Well, okay. I’m really not
fine. Do you want to hear another story from my past?”
“Yes.
Of course.”
“I
had a brother named Dalton who gave the term juvenile delinquent new meaning.
He was two years younger than me, and I can’t count the times I heard my father
ask my mother if she was sure they had given them the right baby. My parents
were convinced their second child was the spawn of the devil.”
“I
hope he never heard them speak about him that way.”
“He
wouldn’t have cared. I used to wonder it myself, but at the same time, I did
what you did for your mother. I protected him. My parents groomed me from day
one to be successful in business, so I had this sense of responsibility from an
early age. In my mind, that included being responsible for Dalton.”
“What
kind of trouble would he get into?”
“You
name it, Dalton did it. He was suspended from school more than once by the time
he was in third grade for beating up other kids on the playground. In fifth
grade, he almost set the school on fire because he was smoking in the bathroom,
and tossed a lit cigarette into the trash can when he heard someone coming down
the hall.”
“Weren’t
there smoke