Mistletoe Not Required by Anne Oliver

Author:Anne Oliver [Oliver, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
ISBN: 9780373207367
Google: HQ5sAAAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00D4MVHMG
Barnesnoble: B00D4MVHMG
Goodreads: 17900240
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-12-31T18:30:00+00:00

NINE

She’d never played a seductress-in-the-bedroom game. Never wanted to, never even been tempted and certainly wasn’t sure she knew how. But something deeper urged Olivia to try. Tomorrow might be too late.

And with Jett, it would be too late because this was their last night in Hobart. Tomorrow they’d go their separate ways. If they met up again—through Brie—it might be under very different personal circumstances.

She tucked the condom packets in the pocket of his shorts, then, since her hands were already in the vicinity, she took the opportunity to slide her fingers under his T-shirt. And up. She felt the hard muscles beneath his skin contract beneath her touch.

A strangled sound issued from his throat. She liked the sense of power his reaction gave her. That she could turn him on. She could get him to play.

‘Your skin’s so hot,’ she murmured, rubbing her hands over two flat male nipples as she gained confidence, stepping into the role with apparent ease. ‘Maybe you’d feel cooler if we just...take this...off.’ Heart pounding, she waited, her eyes on his, and saw a battle waging within their dark depths.

‘You’d better be sure about this,’ he said. ‘Because tomorrow I’m gone.’

‘I know. And I’m sure.’ Once started, her newly discovered inner seductress made it so easy to slip her hands onto his bare shoulders, lean in and convince him with her mouth, with her tongue. With a slide of her bare foot over his shin and up, agile toes finding purchase on the back of a hairy thigh.

He reared back, muttering something unintelligible, but his hands shot upwards and the T-shirt was gone, leaving a bronzed expanse of skin sprinkled with dark hair that arrowed down and disappeared beneath the waistband of his shorts.

Olivia dared her gaze to follow. Her mouth went dry, her legs turned to jelly and her core throbbed with desire and anticipation. He was even bigger than she remembered. Oh. Sweet. Heaven. Would all that fit? She couldn’t wait to find out.

He reached for the straps of her dress but she shook him off. ‘My turn tonight.’

He nodded, eyes heavy and smoking hot in the dimness. ‘Help yourself.’

He appeared all casualness and acquiescence but Olivia could see the tension rippling across his abdomen. Perhaps he enjoyed having women perform sexual favours for him, or he was humouring her for the moment, because no way would he play the passive role unless it suited him. Even now, she knew he could turn this situation around and have her pinned beneath him before she could blink.

That made him dangerous. And exciting.

She reached out and touched him, a light stroke across his abdomen, a fingertip against his navel. ‘Are you a brief or boxer man?’ She slid both hands beneath his waistband. Her knuckles grazed firm, warm skin.

‘Guess you’re about to find out for yourself.’ His voice sounded low, strained.

‘Not here.’ She prodded him so that he walked backwards until his calves came up against a wide leather recliner chair, then nodded.

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