Perfectly Inappropriate

She slowly approached him then, stepping in close. He became entirely aware of her nearness and how good she smelled. “You are a surprising man,” she told him.

“Am I?” He tucked her hair behind her ear, becoming hard at the softness of her body pressed against him.

“Yup.” She stared up at him. “You said on the drive that this was your favorite place to come. Why?”

He didn’t mind that she wanted to know more about him. In fact, he found himself liking that more than he thought he should. “My cousins and I spent every summer here.” He exhaled deeply, glancing at the house before meeting her eyes again. “Life is simple here. Sometimes it’s nice to get out of the city and be simple for a while.”

Her smile warmed with sincere appreciation. “Your face right there. That look. I wish I had my camera to photograph that.”

He liked that smile and gave her one of his own. The warmth of her affection cascaded into the air, spiraling around him, making him far more comfortable and relaxed than ever before.

Maybe that was Olivia’s talent. Where Noah was good at reading people, Olivia could touch people’s life in remarkable ways. Whatever it was, he was affected.

“Come on,” he said, ready to get inside and naked. “Let me show you the rest of the house.” Then he’d play with her in the ways he’d been craving since she sat down in front of him at the restaurant.

He grabbed both of their bags in one hand on the way to the door. Once he unlocked the door, he followed her in. She went straight for the staircase with the gallery of family photographs on the wall.

“Oh my God…wow…these are incredible.” She kicked off her shoes and climbed the staircase a few steps to study the photographs. “Some of these pictures look so old.”

“Because they are old.” He dropped their bags at the door then leaned a shoulder against the wall. “My great-grandmother was an avid photographer. My mother had these developed a few years back.”

“Your great-grandmother had an amazing eye.” Olivia stroked her finger across one of the photographs, a tell of hers when she thought something was perfect.

Noah absorbed what he was learning about her. Olivia lived with intense passion. And the more time Noah spent with her the more beautiful she made life and the world seem, even to him. Staring at her as she slowly took in the pictures, he realized he’d had blinders on for so long. His singular focus had been about becoming a senator. Those blinders, in the past twenty-four hours after meeting her, had been lifted, reminding him of a different side of life. One not about business. One not about sex. One about something…more. He had known many good women throughout his life. But this…this…was different.

Olivia was different.

The way her soul worked was different. And that fascinated him.

“Olivia,” he said softly.

She slowly turned to him. “Yeah?”

“Come here.” Because if he knew anything he knew he needed to be closer to her.

Her cheeks flushed pink, and she gave him a heated smile. “W-what’s that look all about?” she asked.

He enjoyed the little stumble in her voice, as much as he enjoyed the rest of her. In his daily life he was surrounded by people trained not to stumble. Olivia seemed so real. Unrehearsed.

Instead of repeating himself, he arched an eyebrow. The rule had been his one hard rule as a dominant. He despised the act of repeating himself, but he had to it daily on the job. In politics, all they did was argue their position. Here, with her, he controlled that annoyance.

She moved with a calm slowness down the two steps she had climbed. Her lips parted for his kiss. When she reached him, she slid her hands onto his face. His cock twitched at the yearning in the depths of her eyes. Desperate to taste her, he closed his mouth on hers, and he enjoyed her willingness. He slid his hands up into her hair where he tightened his fingers into a fist, holding her to him while he guided her against the wall and climbed the one step to get closer. Heat filled his groin when her tongue slid in perfect rhythm with his until he deepened his movement, taking control of the kiss. And of her.

She moaned into his mouth and her harsh breathing brushed across his face, her soft subtle breasts pressing against his chest. He dragged his lips to her neck where he openmouthed kissed his way along her warm flesh, feeling her pulse hammering beneath his tongue. When he reached her ear, he licked the curve then murmured, “Ever since the day you walked into the restaurant, I’ve thought about being inside you.” He kissed his way over her jawline then looked at her, pressing his erection against her thigh. “Yes or no? Tell me now.”

“God yes, sir,” she breathed.

He reached for the hem of her blouse and lifted it over her head. With a flick of his fingers, her bra hit the floor and her skirt followed. She moved to tuck her fingers into her panties. He nipped her neck and smiled at her responding shudder. “Place your hands flat against the wall.”

He waited for her to comply before kissing his way down to her breasts. She had a perfect handful with small, dark nipples. He played there for a while, giving her little nips on her taut buds, teasing her with a flash of pain soothed away by the cool drag of his tongue. This time, her moan was raspier, and he was growing harder with every single one of those sweet moans.

He licked his way back up to her neck and pinned her hip to the wall with tight fingers. “This is all very simple, Olivia. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast and come inside this gorgeous body the way I’ve been wanting to.” He, a little rougher now, tilted her head then licked up her neck until he reached her ear again. “And you are going to come with me. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” She shivered in his arms.

Goddamn it, he loved her intensity. Determined to move this along, he tucked his fingers into her panties, getting those off slowly. She gave a ragged moan when he slid his fingers between her thighs and found her drenched. “Mmm…so wet for me.” He groaned in her ear, stroking over her silky flesh before sliding one finger inside. When he withdrew, he lifted his head and found her eyes closed. “Eyes on me, angel.”