Page 240 - The Love Hypothesis

cupped her ass through her panties. Under her shirt, his hand traveled up to

her rib cage. Olive gasped and smiled into his mouth.
“You did that before.”
He blinked at her, confused, pupils blown large and dark. “What?”

“The night I kissed you in the hallway. You did it that night, too.”
“I did what?”

“You touched me. Here.” Her hand slid to her ribs to cover his through
the cotton.

He looked up at her through dark lashes, and began to lift a corner of her
shirt, up her thighs and past her hip until it caught right under her breast. He

leaned into her, pressing his lips against the lowest part of her ribs. Olive
gasped. And gasped again when he bit her softly, and then licked across the
same spot.

“Here?” he asked. She was growing light-headed. It could be how close
he was, or the heat in the room. Or the fact that she was almost naked,

standing in front of him in nothing but panties and socks. “Olive.” His
mouth traveled upward, less than an inch, teeth grazing against skin and

bone. “Here?” She hadn’t thought she could get this wet this quickly. Or at
all. Then again, she hadn’t really thought much about sex in the past few

years.
“Pay attention, sweetheart.” He sucked the underside of her breast. She
had to hold on to his shoulders, or her knees would give out on her. “Here?”

“I . . .” It took a moment to focus, but she nodded. “Maybe. Yes, there. It
was . . . it was a good kiss.” Her eyes fluttered closed, and she didn’t even

fight it when he took the shirt completely off her. It was his, after all. And
the way he was studying her, it brooked no self-consciousness on her part.

“Do you remember it?”
He was the distracted one now. Staring at her breasts like they were

something spectacular, his lips parted and breath quick and shallow.
“Remember what?”
“Our first kiss.”

He didn’t answer. Instead he looked up and down at her, eyes glazed,
and said, “I want to keep you in this hotel room for a week.” His hand came