No Regrets (A Stepbrother New Adult Novella)(22)

“I have been on a plane for more hours than I care to count to get here to you, Olivia! Not anyone else but you. You drive me crazy, and you don’t even know you’re doing it!” He ran his hand through his hair. “I mean, look at me, Olivia. Really look. I’ve been in the same clothes for two days, I haven’t showered, I’m exhausted, and I arrive here to find you sneering at me.”

She paused. “Why would I be driving you crazy? You’re the one who drives me crazy. I don’t understand.” She felt something deep down tremor a little. She knew better than to be hopeful, to dream that he may actually have come to ask her to be with him.

“Yes, you do understand. You’re just too damn stubborn to admit it. I know you saw Amelia and me in the garden. I was telling her goodbye, giving her a heads-up to not contact me ever again.” He moved toward her. “I know how it looked, but there is nothing there anymore, Olivia. I promise.”


Her heart was beating fast with every word he said, but she still refused to hope, not yet. “I don’t know what that has to do with me, Parker.” She barely got the words out before she noticed he was slowly undressing. “What are you doing?”

He pulled his remaining clothes off and moved toward her. “I’m doing what we do best, Olivia. I’m going to show you exactly what I mean, in the best way I know how.”

Her response was silenced by his lips as he moved his mouth over hers. She felt the prickliness of his unshaven face, and something about it thrilled her to her very core. She did her best to fight it, to deny what she felt, but it was no use. As he kissed her, he moved over her body with lightning speed, shedding her of her clothes.

“Parker, I can’t,” she whispered, trying one last time to find the strength to deny her feelings.

He silenced her again, only stopping to rip his mouth from hers. Grabbing her, he moved toward the shower.

“Yes, you can, Olivia. You can, and you will.”

He resumed his onslaught on her tender and bruised lips once more, quickly entering the shower and pulling her with him. They reveled in the heat of the water as it cascaded between them. She felt his hands on all of her at once, and she gave in, luxuriating at being in his arms once more.

It was as if he was touching her everywhere—the sensations made her dizzy. She was lost in the moment, and every emotion that she had done her best to contain over the last few weeks spilled over in her actions. She was frantic as she pulled him to her. Even if this was momentary, only for tonight, she wanted to always remember what they shared.

She gave in to her emotions, and gave over to him in a way that she had never given to anyone. She noted his hesitation as she took over, running her nails lightly over his back as he cupped her thighs, lifting her to him and making her wrap her legs around his waist. He held her that way, exploring her until she felt the length of him slide into her tight sex. She sucked in air amid the steam that filled the room. As she arched her back, the water was spilling down over her chest, glistening against the smoothness of her skin and the hardness of her nipples as they jutted out. She felt him lift her and bring her back down on him in a fevered pace.

She reveled in the feel of the coarse hair on his chest as it rubbed against her soft breasts. Running her hand into the tousled wet hair on his head, she braced herself against the wall of the shower. The sensations swirled around her in a haze of ecstasy, as she felt herself climbing that familiar hill toward something wonderful that only he could give her.

He pushed and pulled from her body, feasting on what she offered him, and as she crested that edge, she pulled on his hair that was wrapped in her hand. It was just what he needed.

“Olivia.” He moaned her name as he exploded deep within her.

She reveled in the power she felt as he kissed her softly on her mouth, and they proceeded to wash each other clean of their lovemaking. She stepped out before him, letting him shave off the hair that she already knew was responsible for the angry red scratches down her body. She traced the raw scars lightly as she pulled on her robe. To her, they were beautiful. Like everything else, they would fade, but she would hold on to this night forever.

She walked into the living room, and waited for him to follow. When he did, she noticed he was once more the man she knew him to be: clean-shaven and comfortable, in sweatpants and nothing else. She swallowed hard. Despite the passion they just shared, she would never make it if she had to look at him walking around barely dressed.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and she frowned at him.

“That’s for me.” He gave her a half smile and walked over to the door as he pulled a cart full of food into the room.

She felt her stomach lurch uncomfortably, and she was reminded of her true state. She would have to tell him eventually. He had a right to know the truth, and keeping it from him did them both no good. After dinner, she would tell him everything. Her mind made up, she found a few things on the menu that she could eat, and they did so while they chatted about their parents.





Chapter Twenty





Parker





He was a coward. There had been ample opportunity to tell her the truth, and yet he sat there dumbfounded, eating with her. He wanted to tell her earlier, but seeing her in front of him derailed his thoughts into something a lot less conducive to a normal conversation.

And now, as they ate the club sandwiches he ordered before the shower, he saw that she was munching on her food but she didn’t look happy. Maybe he’d been wrong to think she wanted him at all. Sure, she was attracted to him, but maybe she didn’t see him in a long-term capacity.