Paisley
Holy moly can this man kiss! With just his hands gently holding my face and his mouth on mine, I’m a goner. Something about Ollie just seems so right. Yeah, I have some nerves, of course I do with my history, but damn the attraction between us is overwhelming for sure.
Feeling treasured by his kiss and knowing he’s trying to take it slow and easy; I tempt the waters. Hesitantly, my tongue touches the crease in his lips, and damn, that’s all it takes. Ollie’s mouth opens and his tongue seeks entrance into mine with fierce determination. He devours me like a man starved. I like the way he takes control without manhandling me. His hands have moved to one around my head, holding me still and close, the other caressing up and down my back. I feel safe in his arms.
The moan coming from my lips startles me. Usually, I’m very quiet when intimate, but I can’t seem to control myself and feel wild and free. As my hands feel the mass of muscles up and down his back and sides, I can also feel the restraint he is using. Not sure if it’s because of the chair—his injury—or just being careful with me. I believe it’s a bit of all three. As he reluctantly pulls back, his hand comes around my head to caress my cheek gently. Both of our breaths are heavy, and we take a moment just gazing into each other’s eyes.
“Couldn’t resist, Pixie, you’re so goddamn gorgeous. Now that I’ve tasted those lips, not sure I’ll be able to resist them. Come here, I want another taste before we start our cookie baking mission.”
Then we proceed to make out in my kitchen like teenagers. Kissing and feeling each other up. Nothing more and our hands stay above the waist, so very innocent. Well, Ollie has a lot to touch with all his muscles. The hills and valleys all over his body. His arms are enormous and when around me, I feel like nothing can ever hurt me. He goes from kissing me to nibbling on my lower lip to moving down my jawline to my ear, whispering sexy little words and sounds. From there he goes to my neck, around my jaw—nipping and kissing—until he’s back at my mouth. His lips take ownership and plunge deep, tasting me like no one ever has. I finally pull away because if I don’t, we’ll end up not baking in the kitchen but heating things up in the house before we burn down the bed. I smirk at that and see Ollie’s eyebrow go up at me. Taking some much-needed breaths, I watch as Ollie tries to adjust himself in his chair.Good, I think to myself,at least I’m not the only one affected by all this smooching.
Seeing me watch him, his face starts to turn pinkish as a blush starts to show on his face. But he never loses eye contact with me, and we say so much without a single word coming from our lips. How is this happening to me? And why now with a guy who doesn’t even live here? As these thoughts go through my mind Ollie’s huge hand covers mine and squeezes. And all my questions and concerns just fluff away.
“Pixie, so can I stay? Let me help you, hon.”
Knowing there is so much to that question, I really look at him but all I get is his honest face watching me watch him. Nothing hiding or lurking around the corner. Just a gorgeous guy wanting to be around me. Whoa, wait a minute, why does this gorgeous guy want to be here?
“Why do you want to stay, Ollie? Do you have an expectation on how the night will end? If so, better spit it out now to make sure we’re on the same page of that story, soldier.”
Shaking his head, he grabs my hands and just sits there for a second or two. I can swear a small smile is on his lips, which is starting to get my blood boiling because I don’t find anything remotely funny. Before a word spews from my mouth Ollie gives me a look, shaking his head slightly so I wait.
“Pixie, not expecting anything. I’m liking getting to know you, and for some reason, this little farm of misfits brings me a peaceful feeling I’ve not felt since I was shipped Stateside. I’m in the moment and my mind isn’t all over the place. Better than after any of my therapy sessions, that’s for damn sure.”
“Damn, Pixie, you might be on to something here. Have you ever given it any thought to offering some kind of program for the military folks coming back home? Maybe tie it into some form of therapy, not sure about all that shit, but I know people you could talk to if you’re interested. If spending a day here has me feeling like this, can you imagine incorporating this into a returning soldier’s recovery program? Kind of gives hope when you don’t think anything is left for you out in the world. I feel a form of kinship to these orphan animals. Yeah, I have family back in Montana, but I’m here. These four-legged creatures, probably most of them, would not be breathing if not for this farm. You’re saving lives, Pixie, by taking them in. Damn, that’s gotta be an awesome feeling for you. I feel it myself just from the little I did today. I swear they can tell we don’t want to harm them at all. They are grateful to be saved. Let me know if you want, I can have either Mark or Liam give you a call and see if there’s anything to my idea. So, since we can’t kiss and make cookies at the same time, how about we start the cookies, kiss when they’re baking, and go from there? Sound like a plan, Pixie girl?”
I know I look stunned and I am because, as I’m learning, Ollie goes in the exact opposite direction than where I think he’s heading. I can openly see how affected he is by our make-out session, but he’s not pushing it further at all. Damn, I’m confused because one part of me finds it so cool he’s a gentleman, while the other side of me wants him to rip my clothes off like in those romance novels I’m reading and hooked on. I know for damn sure he fits the description of each hero in those books, no doubt. But here’s where Ollie differs from storybook heroes; he is a true hero not only for our country but for those who served with him. And he’s shown me he’s a good guy who’s not out for a one-time wham-bam, thank you, ma’am thing. Not sure what we could have, but I like the idea of anything with him. So, seeing him waiting patiently for me to give him an answer, I smile back at him.
“Okay, Ollie, let’s get the cookie baking mission started. I would like to make a few different kinds so you might be here a while, if that’s okay.”
Now he smiles at me hugely as he wheels away from me, so I can get up.
“Pixie, I’ll stay as long as you need me to.”
With that, together we clear the table and I start to get everything we need to make a massive amount of cookies.