His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 148

Olive’s POV

Hours later-I’d lost count of how many-we finally emerged from the bedroom.

Well, I emerged. Zane had tried to keep me in bed but I’d pointed out that we needed food if we were going to keep this up and he’d reluctantly agreed..

I’d thrown on his t-shirt from last night, which hung to mid-thigh on me and smelled like him, while he’d pulled on his jeans and nothing else.

Walking around my apartment half-naked like he owned the place.

Which, based on the possessive way he’d been touching me all morning, he apparently thought he did.

“What do you want for breakfast?” I asked, opening my fridge and finding it embarrassingly empty.

“You,” he said from behind me.

I felt heat creep up my neck. “I meant food.”

“So did I.”

I turned around to find him leaning against the counter, arms crossed, looking at me with an expression that suggested we weren’t going to make it through breakfast without ending up back in bed.

“You’re insatiable,” I said.

“Only with you.”

The words should’ve been sweet. Romantic.

But something about the way he said it-with that dangerous edge to his voice-made me think of all the women who’d come before me.

All the women he’d used and discarded without a second thought.

Was I different? Or was I just the latest in a long line of women who thought they could handle Zane Mercer and ended up destroyed?

“What’s wrong?” he asked, straightening.

“Nothing.”

“Olive.” He took a step toward me. “I can literally see your brain spiraling. What’s wrong?”

“How many?” I asked before I could stop myself.

His eyebrows drew together, “How many what?”

“Women. How many women have you” I gestured vaguely, “Before me.”

Understanding dawned in his eyes,

“Does it matter?” he asked,

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I need to know if this is real or if I’m just another-”

“You’re not.” He closed the distance between us in two strides, his hands framing my face. “You’re not just another anything, Olive. You’re the only one who’s ever mattered.”

“How can I believe that when I don’t know-”

“Because I’m telling you.” His eyes were intense, almost desperat. “I’m standing here telling you that everything before you was meaningless. That I don’t even remember their names or their faces. That you’re the first person I’ve ever wanted to wake up next to.”

My breath caught.

“I’ve never brought a woman to my home,” he continued. “Never spent the night. Never done any of this. Not until you.”

“Why me?” I whispered.

“I don’t know.” He laughed, but it was a broken sound. “I’ve been trying to figure that out since the day we met. What is it about you that made me lose my mind? That made me willing to burn my entire life down just to keep you close?”

His forehead pressed against mine.

“I don’t have an answer,” he said. “I just know that when I’m with you, everything else stops mattering. And when I’m not with you, nothing matters at all.”

Tears pricked my eyes.

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