He turns it over to examine the back. His index finger skims over the brushed metal. “You never talk about your dad.”
I could say the same to him, but I don’t. Sometimes families are complicated. He has a close relationship with his sister and his nephew. They’re the people who matter most to him.
“He died when I was young.” I sigh. “I don’t remember him, but that watch makes me feel close to him. I don’t know if that makes sense or not.”
His gaze catches mine. “It makes sense.”
“The day I graduated from high school my mom gave me a box of things that belonged to him.” I point toward the wooden box I keep on a shelf. “There’s a silver pen, a couple of neckties, some cufflinks, and this watch.”
“It suits you.” He places it in my palm. “It’s too big and masculine for you, but for some reason it suits you.”
I run my finger over the face of the watch. “I’ve always felt that too.”
“Do you have any siblings or is it just you?”
“Just me,” I answer with a soft smile.
“You’re an only child?” That draws his brows up.
I nod. “I like it that way.”
He takes the watch from me and sets it on my nightstand. “Your dad would be proud of the woman you’ve become.”
They’re not empty words meant to offer me comfort. I sense that he means them. “I think so too.”
He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I’m going to make love to you, Olivia.”
“Let me undress you.” My hands move to the buttons on his black dress shirt.
His hands jump to cover mine. “Take off your clothes first.”
I look down at my sweatpants and T-shirt. “A sexy striptease is off the table.”
He laughs. “I’m only interested in what’s underneath.”
I slide to my feet and undress quickly. I don’t stop until my black panties and bra are on the floor. I twirl once in place.
“Your body is beautiful.” His hand finds my outer thigh. “I’m crazy about every inch of you.”
I gaze down at him. “Can I take off your clothes now?”
He moves to stand too. “I’ll help if you like.”
I shake my head. “I want to do this.”
I take my time, uncovering his body slowly, peppering his skin with kisses.
Once he’s nude, I move to drop to my knees, but his hands grab my biceps, holding me in place. “Don’t. I am so close to coming.”
“I want to kiss your cock,” I purr. “You want that, don’t you?”
His hands slide to my waist. I’m on my back on the bed before I can form a thought. “I want to fuck you.”
I watch him stalk across the room to my dresser. He yanks open the top drawer and digs out a condom. It’s on his cock in an instant as the foil package flutters to the floor.
I moan when he crawls over me.
My legs move apart, he slides the tip of his cock over my cleft and in one achingly exquisite moment, he’s inside of me, and everything else in the world falls away other than the need I feel for this man.