One Wrong Move (The Connovan Chronicles Book 3) by Olivia Hayle

Author:Olivia Hayle [Hayle, Olivia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-05-17T00:00:00+00:00

Harper

I wake up to a soft beam of sunlight on my skin. It takes me a few minutes to fully realize where I am, and why the cotton beneath my chin is slightly scratchier than the one at home. Why the bed is softer… and why I’m so warm.

I’m being held tightly by the large shape behind me.

His leg is between mine, and his arm is draped over my waist. Steady breaths fan my temple, and I close my eyes for a few seconds. It feels good to be held. Warm. Safe. I don’t know when it happened last… if it ever had. Not like this. Dean had never been a cuddler, and⁠—

Dean.

Nate. It’s Nate. Of course, it’s Nate. And last night, we had…

I blink at the pheasant statue on the nightstand. It matches the colors of the drapes. Nate made me come, and then I’d done the same for him. Under the covers and in the darkness.

Heat and mortification rise to my cheeks. I’m glad he’s asleep and I don’t have to face him yet.

He touched me as if he wanted to for ages, and like he enjoyed doing it the entire time. Not like there was a finish line to race toward or an end goal in mind.

I screw my eyes tightly shut and settle deeper into the cradle of his arms. Can we do that again? He is a bachelor. Has been for as long as I’ve known him. He’s also been linked to a few high-profile women, beautiful ones who have been on his arm at various events every once in a while. Of course he’s good at sex. Would it be so bad of me to enjoy him, too? For us to enjoy each other?

Nate’s breathing turns into a sigh, and he shifts, just slightly, bringing all of my focus to the distinct heaviness against my ass.

He’s hard again.

While still asleep, in the morning light, and everything inside of me tightens at that realization. I didn’t have a chance to see him yesterday.

A stuttering breath, and then he’s flexing his arm around my waist, clearing his throat. Awake. Or about to be.

I hold still. Waiting.

What will he do when he wakes up?

Something warm nudges my neck, my shoulder. His lips? “Good morning” He sounds hoarse, rough from sleep.

“Morning,” I whisper back.

He clears his throat again, and the arm around me tightens even more. A second later, the erection pressed against my back is gone. Like he’d realized it too and shifted his hips away.

“Slept well?”

“Better than I should’ve, in a new bed and all,” I say.

His arm moves. Hand goes to my hip, and I don’t feel any less tense. Looking at him would solve all kinds of problems. But it might also start new ones, and right now, I don’t know what I want more.

I push into seating. His arm falls away entirely, and I swing my legs over the edge of the bed. Look at the alarm clock. “It’s… nine o’clock.”

“Nine?” he repeats. “Damn.

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