That Night (Coming Home To The Grove 4)

He nods, his eyes almost wild as if he’s trying to process everything. As if he finally comes to some conclusion, his eyes stroke my body as they pass over me. “That’s all I wanted to know.” He takes my hand and pulls me into his house.

As soon as we step in, I pull my hand back. “Wait. Not so fast. You’re hot, then cold, then hot again. I’m not just going to jump into bed with you. I know you probably think I’m easy now, but I promise you, I’m not just some…” I start to whisper. “I’m not just some booty call.”

“I asked you to go on a date with me.”

“Yeah, and I told you no because you made love… fucked me and then left the next morning without saying bye… not even thanks.”

“You were right the first time.”

I shake my head, so frustrated with this conversation. “What?”

He pulls me to him and cups my ass in his hands, holding me tight against him. I can feel his hard cock pressed into my belly, but I don’t try to pull away. “What we did was more than just fucking, Olivia.”

I stare up at him, speechless.

He cups my face in one of his hands. “I started that night wanting a good time. No strings attached. But when I had you, I knew I wanted more. I never spend the night with anyone. I sure as hell don’t sleep with them and hold them in my arms all night. When I woke up, I was determined to convince you to go out with me, and then I heard you on the phone. I thought… and don’t get mad because honestly we didn’t really get to know each other, but I thought you had a boyfriend.”

“You thought I was cheating on someone? I would never cheat.” I try to pull from his arms, but his hold tightens on me.

“I know that now. None of it was making sense, but I was so pissed I didn’t try to work it out. I left… and I shouldn’t have. I want another chance,” he tells me matter-of-factly.

I cock my head to the side to look at him, and I can see the hope flaring in his eyes. “Do you promise that if something like this happens again, you’re going to talk to me instead of jumping to conclusions?”

“This won’t happen again.”

“How do you possibly know that?”

“Because I’m going to have you so exhausted you’re not going to be answering any phone calls from Kyle Richards at the butt crack of dawn anymore.”

I swat him on the chest. “I’m being serious.”

He bends down and picks me up, my legs instantly going around his waist. “So am I.”

He starts to stride down the hallway, his mouth nuzzling my neck as he walks. “Where are you taking me?”

“My bed. And I’m going to keep you there until I convince you that this is more than a one-night stand.”

I pull back and look him in the face, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck. “You’re too tempting, Derrick Keller. You can have me. Whatever you want from me. But please don’t lead me on or hurt me. I don’t think I can handle it.”

He walks into what I’m guessing is his bedroom and sits on the bed with me still in his lap. “There’s a lot I want to do to you. But I won’t hurt you or lead you on. I’m pretty sure we’re gonna have something good here, Olivia.”

I could swoon right here at his feet. “Kiss me, Derrick. 'Cause I think I need some more convincing.”

He presses his lips to mine before whispering against my lips, “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Hours later, after I’ve told him over and over that I need to get home and each time he’s found another way to keep me in his bed, he says, “The cabin is open if you want it.”

I laugh and tease him. “Oh, now it’s open. You sure didn’t want me to stay on your ranch the other day.”

He’s as sincere as he can be. “Yeah, but at that time I thought you were with someone else, and I knew it would be too tempting having you this close. But now that you’re mine, I want you to stay.”

“I’m yours, huh?” I ask him as he kisses along my naked collarbone.

“Yep, definitely. And I’m yours.”

The renovations have started on my house, and already it’s been a pain in the butt. “I should wait, ya know, see how this goes.” I gesture between us.

He pulls me over top of him, straddling him. His cock is hard between us. “I already know how this is going to go. I want you close.”

My hands slide up his chest as I move my body over him. Like a wanton hussy, I rub myself against him. “Oh yeah? How close?”