Bad Boys Do (Donovan Brothers Brewery 2)

“And that wasn’t anything like fun.”

“Um…” He pulled his head back, trying to read her face. “Olivia—”

“That was…metaphysical perfection.”

She started to laugh and Jamie breathed a sigh of relief. “Really? Well, that blows away ‘You’re a great kisser.’ Metaphysical perfection?”

“Don’t get a big head,” she said. “I was there, too.”

“Yeah, you definitely were.”

“And…was I fun?” She was still smiling, but when she sat back to meet his gaze, he could see in her eyes that the question was real enough. Her hands rose to cover her breasts. Jamie tugged them away.

“Hey.” He wrapped his fingers around hers and held her gaze. “You were a lot like perfect yourself.”

Now her smile looked real. She bit her lip, looking like a proud schoolgirl. Damned appropriate. And between that naughty smile and her naked breasts and the fact that he was still inside her, Jamie felt his cock stir.

Her smile turned into an O of surprise.

“Be careful who you show all that fun to, Olivia,” he said. “It’s dangerous.”

“I’m going to have to learn my own strength.”

He winced when she laughed, but he did it with a smile. “All right, but let’s test the boundaries of your newfound powers in bed this time. I don’t want to know what pruning looks like on my junk.”

She stood quickly, leaving him biting back a groan. And this time, when she stood naked next to the hot tub, she didn’t ask him to turn around. “Hurry up, Mr. Donovan. Class resumes in five minutes.”

“Five minutes,” he muttered. But he thought that with Olivia, he just might be able to pull it off.

CHAPTER EIGHT

IT HARDLY SEEMED POSSIBLE that only a few hours had passed since Olivia had left her apartment. As she hurried up the walk that wound between the little cottage-like duplexes, her hair brushed her neck, and a few of the strands were still damp against her skin.

My word.

Olivia kept her head down, because there was no way to hide the wide smile on her face, and she wanted to keep it secret. She wanted to hold it close and never tell a soul. Not because she was ashamed, but because if she let the secret free, it might dissipate. She couldn’t bear to let a moment of it go.

“Where the hell have you been?” a male voice growled from the direction of her tiny porch.

Her head snapped up as she tucked her secret smile away. Her ex-husband was pushing up from the steps, hi

s brow drawn low with tension.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “What are you doing here?”

“I was worried sick. I’ve been calling all day!”

“I was busy.” She brushed past him and pulled her keys from her purse.

“I called early this morning.”

Olivia rolled her eyes. “I was out for my run. Don’t pretend you didn’t know that.”

He followed her up the stairs. “It was eight-thirty, Olivia. You don’t run at eight-thirty. I called your home phone and your cell.”

Guilt turned her cheeks pink. Of all things, she felt guilty about waking up late and heading out for a run at eight instead of six.

“What is going on with you?” he pressed. “You’ve been acting really weird.”