Apologize.
“I’m sorry.”
Those pretty green eyes blinked. “Okaaay…”
Do better.
Olly cleared his throat and tried again. “Back at the club, you asked what I thought about your…dance.” He swallowed back the rush of unfamiliar nerves and kept on. “I said you did great, but…”
“But?” A look of concern fell over her then.
Shit.How could he put this without coming off like some sort of hormone-driven Neanderthal?
While he was busy contemplating his next words, Scarlett mistook what he’d been trying to say.
“It’s okay, Olly.” She shrugged. “If you didn’t like it, you can just say so.”
Didn’t like it? Is that what she thought?
Why am I always saying the wrong thing with her?
“I didn’t like it.” He took a step closer. “I fucking loved it.”
11
Scarlett’s breath caught,the silence of the room almost deafening as she stared up into Olly’s darkening gaze. He was closer now. So close. And the way he was staring down at her…
I fucking loved it.
He’d practically growled those words as if the admission was almost painful for him to share. Did he have any idea? No, he couldn’t possibly. And yet, those were the exact same words she’d longed to hear.
Not from anyone else. Only him.
Only Olly.
She’d been damn near crushed by his lackluster response back at the club. And the silence that had ensued on the ride back to the hotel had driven her crazy with confusion. But now…
I fucking loved it.
There was no mistaking the truth behind the rumbled sentiment. Nor had she missed the dips and grooves of the man’s impressive six-pack and bulge stretching the front of the man’s boxer briefs.
She’d felt the proof of his arousal pressing briefly against her the night before, seeing it now…without the sweats in the way…
I want to see him. Touch him. Feel him moving inside me.
He’d given her the best orgasm of her existence the night before. And as good as his mouth felt on her sex, as incredible as his fingers felt moving in and out of her aching core, she wanted more.
She wantedhim.
But he wasn’t moving closer. Hadn’t reached out to touch her. He was standing there, staring down at her as if he wanted nothing more than to consume her, but he made no further move toward her. Didn’t reach for her. He just…stared.
Well, if he won’t make the first move, I will.
Scarlett set her trepidation aside and closed the short distance between them. The tips of her toes met his as she lifted a hand to his chest.
She could feel his heart racing, its fast pace matching the same excited rhythm as her own. It was oddly satisfying, knowing he was just as affected by her touch as she was his.
“I won’t walk away again.”