Page 36 of Protecting Olivia

The door opened and Olivia stepped into the bedroom. “Was someone out there?”

“No, it was raccoons,” I answered her.

“Oh. How do you know that no one is out there?” she questioned.

“Because if someone was sneaking around the back of the house, the raccoons wouldn’t be sitting out there eating.”

“That makes sense. Sorry, I panicked for nothing.” Her face flushed and her gaze dropped to my towel.

“It wasn’t for nothing. You did the right thing. If you hear something, no matter how small, you have to tell me,” I informed her.

I had to put some clothes on. It was dangerous for my cock to be this close to her, uncontained.

“I’ll ummm…let you…umm….finish your shower,” she stuttered.

I wasn’t sure if the smile that spread across her face was because she knew what I’d been doing in there, or if she was imagining me naked again. Either way, it turned me on. I didn’t give two shits if she knew I was stroking my dick thinking about her.

Without realizing what I was doing, I stepped into her space. “What are you smiling about, tesorino?”

“Noth...nothing.” Her smile faded, and she inhaled so deeply I could feel the rush of air.

She was so beautiful. Before I had met Olivia, I had studied her pictures on her social media accounts and had drawn conclusions based on the reports I’d read regarding her disappearance. For weeks, I’d been following leads trying to find her. I had been wrong. Olivia was not the spoiled girl I thought she was. She was kind and strong. I had scoured through hundreds of images, but they all lacked one important thing. The way the brown of her eyes came alive and danced. They showed her every emotion. They were captivating, deep chocolate pools that I could no longer deny. I had tried, really tried, to keep this unexplainable attraction at bay until my mission was complete. The allure wasn’t only physical, though right now, the physical pull was all I could think about. It was also the way she had conducted herself – not only during the rescue mission but every day since. I was impressed, so impressed as a matter of fact, I was done fighting this connection. I needed to see where this would go and if everything I was feeling was one-sided.

If the way her eyes clouded over and her nostrils flared was any indication, I’d say she was on board. Then there was the fact that she had been studying my dick when I got out of the shower like it was something she needed to memorize. I stopped holding myself in check, there was only one way to find out.

“Nothing? You sure about that? It looks to me like you’re smiling about somethin’,” I told her.

The corner of her mouth tipped up, she shrugged her shoulders, and her eyes, those fucking eyes, told me everything I needed to know. Game on.

“Do you like knowing that you have me so worked up that I was stroking myself like a teenage boy after he found his first porn mag? That all it took was a few long hard tugs and I was ready to explode? Or, was the smile because you were remembering what my cock looked like when I stepped out of the shower?”

Her cheeks pinkened at my words, and the ghost of a smile turned to a full-on smirk. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.

I was going to show this girl a whole new world.

Chapter Fourteen

Olivia

I was stunned into silence. Did he say I had him so worked up he was stroking himself?

There was nothing I could say. Hell, I didn’t know what to say. Was he joking with me? Trying to embarrass me? I didn’t mean to stare when he got out of the shower but come on, the man had a body that was straight out of the pages of a men’s fitness catalog. And his… holy wow sweet mother of God.

“I’ve never seen…” I trailed off not knowing how to explain why I was now smiling. At least I hoped I was smiling, it felt more like a grimace to me.

“Come on, I’m sure you’ve seen a cock before, tesorino.”

My back straightened at his comment. “Why? Because you think I’m a whore?”

“Easy, tiger. I meant that in this day and age with dick pictures floating around the internet it would be virtually impossible for you never to have seen a dick before,” he explained. Now I felt stupid and embarrassed. “Now, finish your sentence. You’ve never seen what…”

I thought for a moment how to explain and what word to use. Penis? Dick? Cock, like he called it. Hell, at this point in my mortification I was afraid I was going to blurt out the word, wiener, or something equally as stupid.

Here goes nothing.

“I’ve never seen one that large before,” I rushed out.

It was his turn to blush. Who knew a big tough man could turn that shade of red.