His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 6

Olive’s POV
OLIVE

His hands were on my hips.

Firm. Possessive. Fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave marks.

I was pressed against something cold. A wall, maybe. Glass. I couldn’t tell. I Didn’t care.

Because his mouth was on my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot below my ear, and I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

“You should’ve said yes,” he murmured against my skin.

His voice. God, his voice.

Deep and rough and doing things to me that should be illegal.

“I don’t—” I tried to speak, but his hand slid up my thigh, pushing my dress higher, and the words died in my throat.

“You don’t what?” His lips curved against my neck. I could feel him smiling. “You don’t want this?”

His fingers brushed the edge of my underwear, feeling my wetness, the softness of my heat.

I gasped. My voice caught hard in my throat, unable to speak.

“That’s what I thought.”

He pulled back just enough to look at me. Those blue eyes dark. Hungry.

“Tell me you want this, Olive.”

“I—”

His thumb pressed exactly where I needed it. Deep. Hard. Circling.

My head fell back. A moan ripped from my throat.

“Say it.”

“I want—”

He pressed harder. Circled again against my clit.

“Please—”

“Good girl.”

And then his mouth was on mine. Hot. Demanding and consuming me completely.

I was so close. Right there. Right on the edge—

******

I woke up gasping, breath coming out hollow like I’d just run a marathon.

Sweaty. Tangled in sheets. Heart pounding so hard I thought it might break through my ribs.

And wet.

So fucking wet it was embarrassing.

“No. No, no, no.”

I pressed my palms against my face. Groaned into the darkness of my suite.

A dream.

It was just a dream.

A very vivid. Very detailed. Very real-feeling dream.

About Zane Mercer.

The man I’d rejected three days ago.

“Fuck.”

I threw the covers off. Sat up. My tank top was drenched with sweat, clinging to my skin. My thighs pressed together instinctively, trying to ease the ache that wouldn’t go away.

This was bad.

So bad.

I’d been locked in this suite for three days. Three days of hiding. Avoiding everyone. Avoiding Hunter. Avoiding the possibility of running into Cole. Avoiding any chance of seeing Zane.

And apparently, my subconscious decided avoidance wasn’t working.

Because now I was having wet dreams about him.

About his hands. His mouth. His voice saying things that made my entire body light up.

“Good girl.”

I shivered.

Stop. Stop thinking about it.

I grabbed my phone off the nightstand. The screen lit up.

7:14 AM

And beneath the time, notifications I’d been ignoring for days.

– Texts from Brenda asking if I was okay.

– A missed call from my mother.

– And one message that made my stomach twist.

The blocked number. The one I’d blocked three days ago.

But I could still see the preview from before I blocked it.

Three days, Olive. That’s how long my offer stands.

Three days.

Today was day three.

His offer expired today. Maybe by noon.

I stared at the message. At those words that had been playing on loop in my head for more than sixty hours straight.

‘Date me. Be my partner. Make Cole regret everything.’

Part of me—a stupid, reckless part—wanted to unblock the number. Wanted to call him. Wanted to say I’d changed my mind.

But I didn’t.

Because I’d made my choice.

I wasn’t going to be used. Not by Cole. Not by Zane. Not by anyone.

Even if my body was currently screaming at me that I’d made the wrong decision.

I stood up. My legs were shaky, and I headed for the bathroom.

A cold shower. That’s what I needed. A very cold shower to wash away the dream and the ache and the lingering feeling of his hands on my skin.

By the time I got out, it was past seven-thirty.

The suite was quiet. My parents were probably still asleep. Thank God.

The last thing I needed was my mother’s morning cheerfulness or Grayson walking around in his boxers with his—

I stopped that thought immediately.

One thing I’d learned living above my parents’ garage: Grayson was ‘very comfortable’ in his own home. And my mother was very loud about why she’d married him.

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