His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 147

Olive’s POV

I woke up to sunlight streaming through my bedroom window and the unfamiliar weight of an arm draped across my waist.

For a second I couldn’t remember where I was or why I felt like been hit by a truck.

Then I shifted slightly and my entire body protested-muscles spre in places I’d forgotten existed, marks on my skin that would definitely be visible in the mirror, the pleasant ache between my thighs that told me last night wasn’t a dream.

Zane.

Zane was in my bed.

And based on the way his arm tightened around me when I tried to move, he wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon.

I turned my head carefully, not wanting to wake him but needing to see his face.

He was still asleep, his features relaxed in a way I rarely got to se. No tension in his jaw. No cold calculation in his eyes. Just…peace.

He looked younger like this. Less dangerous.

But I knew better.

Even in sleep, Zane Mercer was the most dangerous man I’d ever met.

And I’d just promised him I’d never leave him again.

Panic started creeping up my throat, the same panic I’d felt when I’d walked out of that conference room a week to process what he’d done for me. ago, unable

What the hell had I done?

I’d let him tie me up. Let him claim me. Let him fuck me so hard I’d screamed loud enough that my neighbors definitely heard.

And then I’d promised him forever like it was the easiest thing in the world.

1 needed to get up. Needed to think. Needed to process what had happened without his hands on me and his voice in my ear making rational thought impossible.

I tried to slip out from under his arm, moving slowly and carefully.

“Don’t even think about it.”

His voice made me freeze,

I looked back at him. His eyes were still closed, his expression st peaceful.

But his grip on my waist had tightened,

“I wasn’t-” I started.

“You were absolutely trying to run away” His eyes opened, those blue eyes that had haunted my dreams locked on mine. “And I told you last night-no more running”

“I wasn’t running. I just needed to-

“Needed to what?” He pulled me back against his chest, one leg boking over mine to keep me in place. “Needed to panic in the bathroom? Needed to convince yourself that last night was a mistake? Needed to figure out how to ghost me again?”

He knew me too well.

“I don’t ghost people,” 1 protested weakly,

“You literally ignored me for two weeks.”

I almost groaned, he wasn’t going to let me off the hook so easily

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“Because you-” I stopped, not sure how to finish that sentence.

Because you scared me. Because what you did for my family terified me. Because I didn’t know how to handle the intensity of what I feel for you.

All true, None of which I was ready to say out loud.

“Because I what?” he prompted, his hand moving in slow circles n my stomach.

“Because you are Zane Mercer,” I said. “You bought a billion-dollar company. Like it was nothing.”

His hand stilled. “And you’re upset about it.”

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“I’m not ” I paused, trying to figure out what I actually felt. “I don’t know. It’s just…it’s too much, Zane. Too big. Too intense. I asked for help and you…”

“I did what needed to be done.”

“You destroyed your father.”

“He deserved it.”

“But you did it for me,” I said quietly. “You burned that bridge because I asked you to save Grayson’s company. And I don’t know how to live with that.”

He was quiet for a moment.

Then he rolled me over to face him, his expression serious.

moment.

Not yet.

“I’m keeping your hoodie,” I said instead. “The one I a months ago. I’m not giving it back.”

The tension drained from his shoulders and he smiled-a real smile that made him look almost boyish.

“I never expected you to,” he said. “It looks better on you anyway

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He pulled me closer, his lips brushing mine. “Everything boks better on you. Except this.”

His hand slid down my naked body and I gasped.

“This is my favorite look,” he murmured against my mouth.

“Zane-”

“Shh. We’re not leaving this bed until I’ve made up for two week of not touching you.”

“That’s going to take a while-”

“Good thing it’s Sunday,” he said, rolling me onto my back. “And cleared my schedule.”

Before I could protest-not that I wanted to-his mouth was on mine and I was lost all over again.

The secrets could wait.

The truth about Judy and Klaus and whatever conspiracy Judy had hinted at-all of it could wait.

For now, I just wanted this.

Wanted him.

Wanted to pretend that the world outside my bedroom didn’t exist and the only thing that mattered was the way Zane looked at me like I was his entire universe.

Even if it was a lie.

Even if it couldn’t last.

For now, it was enough.