Lace (Just This Once 4) - Page 82

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“Tell me what you want, Olivia.” His breath floats over my neck. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

I open my eyes. I must have drifted to sleep after we made love.

Alexander was attentive and tender, whispering words to me about how much he loved my body, how good it felt to be inside of me.

After he washed me with a warm cloth and disposed of the condom, he crawled into the bed and held me in his arms.

“How long was I asleep?” I whisper.

“Not long.” His fingers move to push a strand of hair from my cheek.

I do the same to him, trailing my fingers over his forehead. “Did you sleep?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “I watched you.”

I stare into his eyes, feeling as though my soul is bare. I’m starting to feel something for him. It goes beyond the desperate need for moments like this.

It’s not just sex anymore.

Is this love?

He wraps his hand around the back of my neck. “What can I do to make you happy today, Olivia?”

I press my lips to his, lingering there as his tongue slips over mine. “This.”

“I’d stay in this bed for eternity if it kept a smile on your face.”

I grin from ear-to-ear.

“I know you have to go to work, but think about tonight.” His fingers move down my back. “Think about what I can do for you after a long, hard day at work.”

My back bows when his hand finds my ass. He squeezes it before his fingers move to my pussy.

I shift my leg, wanting to feel him inside of me.

“I can cook for you.” His lips trail over my neck. “I can sing for you. I can dance for you.”

“Play for me,” I whisper through a moan. “I want to watch you play the cello.”

One long finger slides inside my channel, another finds my clit and I close my eyes, savoring his touch and the sound of my name as he says it over and over again.

Chapter 39

Alexander

I have played for royalty, presidents, and celebrities. Tonight, I played my cello for the most important person in the world.

I played it for the woman I’m falling in love with.

Admitting that to myself hasn’t been easy, but running from the truth is futile.

I’ve felt it for weeks. It was unfamiliar at first.

My experience in love is limited. I felt something for a woman once, but it can’t compare to this.

I look over to where Olivia’s sitting.

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