I ran my fingers through my hair. I was losing it. Four weeks was a lot to ask. But I was trained in self-control. I was trained in patience. I was trained to wait for the target. I had to fucking wait. This was not the time to get complicated with Olivia.

One month with her had almost made me forget the mission in Kiawai wasn’t over. I still had to go back.

The bathroom was the last project. I had tried to find more things to do at the house, but I had tackled everything on the list Olivia had given me.

I paced in the apartment. There was no way I could sleep. I jogged down the steps to the workshop below. I was finished with my project, but it could use another sanding. I wanted it to be perfect.

I flipped on the light over the workbench, reaching for sandpaper.

I peeled back the sheet and started working, smoothing out the grooves and rough spots.

I looked at my phone. It was after midnight. My hair was full of sawdust. It was caked under my fingernails, and stuck to the stubble on my chin. Olivia would be asleep by now. I walked to the house and slipped into the bathroom. I washed the sawdust down the drain before heading back to the barn.

I looked over his finished project. I smiled and turned to cut off the light when I heard something behind him.

My neck stiffened and my chest tightened.

“Hey.” Her voice was soft and light.

I turned. Olivia was standing in the barn door. Her hair was down on her shoulders. She was wearing a T-shirt barely covering her ass. I swallowed hard.

“You ok?” I was afraid to take my hand off the workbench. It was the one thing keeping me from dragging her up to my bed.

She shook her head. “Not really.” She walked in the barn, closing the door behind her.

“What happened?” I had just been in the house and everything seemed fine.

She leaned against the wall. That’s when my hand let go of the one thing anchoring me in place. I walked toward her, faster than I meant to.

I stopped close enough I could smell the wine on her breath, the shampoo on her hair, the rain on her skin. The T-shirt clung to her chest where the rain had pelted her. I could see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric.

My breath hitched. “What’s wrong, Liv?”

I couldn’t stop. Mu hand reached for her neck. Her skin was warm in my palm.

She raised her eyes, holding my gaze in place. Her teeth raked over her lip.

“I heard you in the shower. I walked downstairs but you were already gone.”

“Did you need to tell me something?” I asked. Her breasts were bobbing as her breathing quickened.

“Mmmhmm.”

“What is it? What’s wrong?” My voice was husky and deep.

“You,” she whispered.

“Me?” My fingers began to massage the back of her neck. I couldn’t stop the pull I had toward her.

“I had to finish an entire bottle of wine to walk over here.”

“Why?” My other hand landed on the soft curves of her waist. God, she was so luscious and sweet.

“Because I want to know why you haven’t made a single move.” She leaned closer, pressing her breasts against my chest.

Fuck. “Made a move?” I leaned down, inhaling her sweet breath. My lips dying to kiss her. To touch the curves of her mouth.

She nodded, her eyes widening. “You’ve been here a month. What’s wrong? Do you think of me as Elliot’s little sister? Is that it?”

“Hell, no. Is that what you think?”

She nodded, her lips full and pouty. “Yes.”

“That’s not it.”

“Then what?” she whispered.

My lungs seized with air. I wanted her. I needed her to help me take my next breath. She was gorgeous and sexy. She was soft and warm. Innocent and kind. All the things I wanted.

I pressed my forehead to hers, wanting every piece of her.

“I can’t explain it, Liv,” I groaned. “I’m trying to protect you.”

Her hands slipped up to my neck. “Protect me from what?” Her fingers rubbed along my skin.

“From getting hurt.”

“I’m hurting right now. Every day you don’t kiss me hurts.” She breathed. “I came over here to tell you I want you to make a move.”

I was beyond restraint. There was nothing I could do to calm down, or convince myself to keep things in check. She was offering herself, and as far as I was concerned, I should take what was always meant to be mine.

My mouth landed on hers, hot and rough. I cradled her face in my hands, drawing her close. I could taste the wine as my tongue twined against hers. I drew a moan from her throat as I sucked and bit at her lips.

My hands slid to her hips, snaking the T-shirt over her generous ass. She raised her hands in the air, and in a swift tug I yanked it over her arms and threw it near the pile of sawdust.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful.” I stared at her breasts, ripe and round. Pink and soft. Puckering for him. Begging to be sucked.

I gripped one before my teeth landed on the nipple. I tugged and toyed, while my tongue flicked against her skin.

“Ohh,” Olivia cried, fisting her hands at the back of my head.

The nipple perked under the heat of my mouth. I blew across it. I kissed between her breasts, then moved to the other side, sucking hard until I heard the moans from the back of her throat. My teeth raked against her skin as I sank to my knees, kissing and licking against her flesh.

I wanted to cover every inch of her. Taste her. Suck her, and fuck her until she was screaming my name. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. Four weeks was too long to wait. What the hell had made me wait this long?

My eyes flashed to hers. Her gorgeous brown eyes misted with lust and want. It was all I needed to see. In an instant I peeled the panties from her hips, dropping them to her ankles. She stood before me, flat against the wall. Her head reeled back. Her legs spread wide.

I didn’t ask. I knew exactly what I wanted. What I wanted to taste. My hands moved between her legs, spreading her slick folds wide. My tongue slid between her petals, slow at first.

“Ohh,” she whimpered.

I grinned. God, she tasted sweet. I dipped his tongue against her again, my hands prying her thighs. I began lapping at the bud, relentless with thirst for her. With each moan and rock of her hips my cock few more solid.

“Olivia,” I breathed between her thighs.

She whimpered. “You do want me.” Her head rolled to the side.

“Let me show you. I want you more than you know.” I eased one of her legs over my shoulder so her hips tilted forward.

My tongue plunged against her entrance. I worked in and out, wickedly flicking over her throbbing nub before dipping into her sweet spot.

I felt her began to quiver around me. I pressed my palm to her stomach, pinning her to the wall while my tongue continued to lick and tease her.

“Ohh,” she moaned. “It’s so much. I can’t…I can’t…” Her words said one thing, while her hands pressed my mouth deeper between her legs. She rocked rhythmically against my tongue.

“Feel it. Feel what I can do to you.” I sucked hard against her, and the vibrations quickened. My tongue dipped deep, loving the feel of her clenching against me. Her hands flattened against the barn wall, and her hips thrust forward into my face.

I growled low, letting it rumble between her legs while I lapped against the sweet sugar she gave him. If she could come like that with my tongue, I could only imagine what she would do with me buried deep inside her. I growled again, knowing I was going to find out.

Her quivering quieted as she began to open her eyes. I kissed along her stomach, inching my way to standing.

I looked at her beautiful face.

“I want you even more than that,” I whispered.

“More?” she asked. “There’s more?”

Her fingers reached for the hem of my shirt, dragging it over my chest.

My mouth crushed against her. Her lips parted as I kissed her hard. I felt her nipples pebble against my chest as the friction between us heated.

I jerked her leg to my hip, wrapping it around my waist. My cock was hard, straining against my jeans. Her eyes flashed. I looked at our surroundings. Sawdust. Nails. The barn wall. I could do better than this.

“You want this?” I kissed the base of her throat, sliding my hand between her legs. She was so wet and ready.

She nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”

I picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder and marched up the stairs. I was finally getting what I wanted.