Joe’s gaze cut between Olivia and Tate. A nanosecond of hesitation followed before a big smile broke over his face. “I bet there’s nothing like seeing Paris from a local’s eyes.”
“That’s truly the only way to see Paris,” Olivia agreed. “Next time you’re there, please call. I’d love to get together.”
He nodded and glanced at Tate. “Maybe we ought to take a trip later this summer? Before your season starts, son. It’s only a seven hour flight.” Joe glanced back at Olivia. “He’s never been.”
Olivia smiled up at Tate. “I hope we can change that.”
His heart surged. Hope tumbled through him. But logic wasn’t following. He was wondering why his father would encourage such a thing as Joe wandered onto the deck and Olivia checked the oven one more time.
When she turned toward him, Tate was going to ask if there was anything he could do to help her, but she grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the back of the kitchen. “Your dad is so sweet.”
“What are we doing?”
She pushed open the door to the pantry, stepped in and pulled Tate in behind her. “I haven’t had a minute alone with you. And I’m dying here.”
Closing the door, she pushed him against it, then leaned into him. And sighed. “Better.”
Tate wrapped his arms around her, smiling. “Yeah?”
“A little.” Her hands circled his neck.
“Only a little?”
“This will make it a lot better.” And she pulled his head down to kiss him.
Tate groaned before his mouth even touched hers, but when he felt her and tasted her, another sound of deep pleasure rolled from his chest. The way she opened to him, the way she tilted her head and licked into his mouth, like she was as starved as he was, lit him up instantly. Olivia pushed up on her toes, rubbing her body along his and giving Tate’s hands complete roaming access. And he took full advantage of it.
Her dress, a loose, thin slip of silky material, helped his hands slide over her effortlessly, enhancing every dip and curve. And while his tongue explored her mouth, his hands memorized her body.
She broke the kiss for air. “Is the night over yet?”
“God you smell like heaven.” He slid both hands up her back and over her bare shoulders. “Can’t end soon enough for me. I’m dying to get you alone. But I love watching you work. I love watching you impressing the hell out of everyone.”
She sighed and smiled. “You’re the only one I want to impress.”
“You accomplished that the day we met.” He stroked her face. “Hey, are we keeping this thing with us, you know, under the radar? I mean, we never talked about it and I didn’t even think to bring it up until we were already here, surrounded by both our families. That all kind of happened fast.”
She laughed. “Everything with us has happened fast.”
The insinuation in those words zinged a thrill through his chest. “Everything between us is fucking lightning.”
“Yeah.” Her response was joy filled and dreamy and threatened to make Tate’s head light. “I think your dad’s clued in and Quinn knows, but my mom…” She released a heavy breath and winced. “We’re still at odds, and I could see her making a fuss. Thinking I’m tarnishing her reputation by cavorting with a client.” She grinned and met his eyes. “Even though we were cavorting before you were a client.”
“I love the way you say cavorting.”
She laughed. “I love the way you cavort.”
And then kissed him again, and Tate let himself get lost another minute. Her mouth was so soft, so warm, so expressive. When they pulled back, a hot little smile lifted her mouth and her hands stroked down his chest. She pulled away enough to slide her hands between their bodies and all the way down the front of his until she covered his hardening cock. Pleasure surged through his lower body and his eyes slid closed on a groan.
“I wish I had time to cavort right now,” she whispered.
“Baby, you’re going to make this night seem endless.”
“Already there.” She pressed another sweet kiss to his lips. “I better check the oven.”
“My place tonight?” he asked, pretty sure that was the plan, but still praying she said yes.
“You won’t find me anywhere else.”