efforts. He couldn’t help comparing her ethics and charm to Becca. Nor could he deny he found Becca lacking.
Technically, he’d been faithful to Becca, but emotionally, he’d already been attached to Olivia. Her thoughtfulness contrasted sharply with Becca’s icy selfishness. He wondered that he’d never noticed Becca’s attitude before, then admitted he’d been too taken with her good looks.
“Good riddance,” he muttered and sat on his steps when he arrived home.
Catching Becca with another man had been the moment he’d been waiting for; it made breaking up with her easy to do. Then he’d felt no qualms when fantasizing about Olivia.
The thoughts he’d had of her, the images he’d fixed in his mind over the long six-month deployment that had stretched into eight months, didn’t compare to the reality of her.
His body ached just thinking about making love with her again. He’d never been so turned on by a pair of breasts before, but honestly, the moment she’d stripped down to her lacy underwear he’d almost come.
Seeing her nipples peaking through pale blue lace had made him want to fuck her senseless. Yet underneath the lust that gripped him was a resolve to make it impossible for her to forget him. He wanted to pleasure Olivia, to make her feel even an inkling of what he felt for her.
Kyle knew lust didn’t cover half of what he felt. Affection, tenderness, possession—all for a woman he’d dreamt about for months. The problem, as he saw it, was that having made love to her only increased his fixation.
He stood up in frustration, cursing the bulge in his sweats that reared again, and headed straight to the shower, to a very cold shower. It helped somewhat as he tried to get a handle on his feelings and what to do about them.
He didn’t want to scare Olivia away. That she’d slept with him last night gave him great hope. Olivia was a catch for any man in this small town. Everyone knew that she didn’t date much. Rumor said she had a quiet social life and a genuine disregard for dating military men. He couldn’t count the number of Marines, good men he knew, that she had been rejected with a friendly smile.
She’d chosen him , and the realization made his heart pound. They had a possible future together, finally. But he knew how easily relationships failed, especially when inevitable separation entered the picture.
With a woman who could withstand time and distance apart from him, who would remain faithful through it all, Kyle knew he could find the true happiness that kept eluding him. But it wasn’t simply a need for any woman. It had to be Olivia. Just being near her caused the emptiness within him to disappear.
Thoughts of her warmed him, and he left the shower more in control. He dried off and dressed casually. Needing to waste some time before he headed to the coffee shop, he unpacked and sectioned his laundry items. Then he made the bed, picked up his uniform from where he’d dropped it last night, and hooked up his laptop.
He emailed friends and family of his return but left out mention of his new roommate. He didn’t know how to describe her without sounding like a lovesick fool.
“Ah hell, who am I kidding? I am a lovesick fool.” Cursing himself for falling so hard, he ordered himself to go slow. Knowing patience wasn’t his strong suit, he realized a back-up plan might be in order. “Don’t run her off,” he reminded himself, “but don’t let her get away.”
He puzzled over the dilemma.
How the hell was he supposed to go slow with Olivia? He wanted her. Period. Just seeing her made him hard, and having had her, he couldn’t possibly regress to a platonic relationship until she caught up to speed, caring for him as much as he cared for her. To hell with that . He’d have to convince her to take a chance on him another way.
He grinned with anticipation as the answer hit him.
Exploit the opponent’s vulnerabilities. He didn’t exactly think of her as an
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