Return to You

but did the same
rules apply to him?
    It wasn't like she and Michael were dating.
She'd set the boundary. They'd have sex and that was it. In a few
weeks when he was gone, things would go back to normal. He'd go
back to his life in LA and she'd stay here in Mill Valley.
Alone.
    Again.
    My choice. She loved it there. This time it'd be her decision
to stay here.
    She studied Michael's face. Even in his
sleep, she could tell the innocent enthusiasm he once had was gone.
Wisdom and experience replaced it.
    She traced the outline of his lips with a
finger. Michael leaving was a good thing. She couldn't think why at
the moment, but it was most assuredly a good thing.
    Olivia looked around. The kerosene in the
lamp had run out a long time ago. First, they'd been too busy to
refill it and then after they'd been too exhausted. It had to be
close to morning though, didn't it?
    She'd spent the night with Michael Wallace.
Never in a million years would she have thought it would happen
again.
    She was sure she had Gran and her father to
thank.
    She grimaced. Gran probably expected her to
clear the air between them, not get it on like there was no
tomorrow. Gran wasn't going to be happy to find out she didn't tell
Michael about the baby.
    Well, she tried to tell him. If he weren't
so eager to get into her panties, he'd know she'd been pregnant
when he left. Though she had to admit having someone be that eager
to get into her panties was pretty damn nice.
    "Michael." She tickled the lobe of his ear,
chuckling softly when he scowled and batted her away. "Michael, you
have to wake up."
    "Make me," he mumbled before turning around
and burying his face into his jacket, which he used as a
pillow.
    She leaned over his shoulder, deliberately
pressing her breasts against his shoulder. "Michael, we have to get
dressed. I don't know what time it is and I don't want Gran or my
father to catch us here like this." She brushed a kiss under his
ear.
    He groaned and turned onto his back,
flinging an arm across his eyes.
    Grinning, she straddled him. "Oh hello. What
have we here?" She rubbed herself over his erection.
    "Leave me alone," he groaned even as he
gripped her butt and arched his hips into her.
    She shifted and he slid right in. She
sighed, it felt so right. "It's no good pretending you're still
asleep."
    He cracked open his eyes and looked her
over. She wasn't sure what he saw, but whatever it was must have
made him happy because he moaned, sat up, and began saying good
morning to her breasts.
    She got lost in the sensation of his tongue
lapping at her. She swiveled her hips in slow circles, mimicking
the motion of his tongue. "I can see why people turn into sex
fiends."
    "Hmm."
    "I love the way your stubble feels on my
skin."
    He answered with a small nip to her
cleavage.
    "Maybe you should give up shaving for the
next couple weeks."
    He grunted.
    "But not if you'll grow a beard. George
Clooney good, Grizzly Adams bad."
    She laughed as he flipped her over with a
growl. The tip of his nose touched hers. "Sometimes you talk too
much," he said. His voice was still raspy with sleep and it made
her shiver.
    "I don't think I do. In fact—"
    He dropped his mouth down to hers before she
got a chance to finish her sentence. Not that she cared. At the
moment, Michael's method of communication was much more
compelling.

    "Need help with that?"
    Olivia looked up. "Michael, that was almost
a complete sentence, and this early in the morning."
    "It's not nice making fun of people before
they've had coffee."
    She tugged her underwear up her legs and
reached for her bra. "I'm just saying I'm a little surprised."
    He pushed her hands aside. "I want to do
it," he said in his rough morning voice.
    He hooked her bra and slowly pulled up her
straps, as if he were savoring the feel of her skin under his
fingertips.
    She shivered.
    "Are you cold?" He didn't wait for an
answer. Dropping a kiss between her shoulder blades, he grabbed her
shirt from the pile on the floor and pulled it over her head. He
lifted her hair out before guiding her arms through the sleeves.
Turning her around, he kissed her belly button before lowering the
shirt. He gave her legs the same attention as he helped her into
her pants.
    She never realized being dressed could be as
seductive as being undressed. It left her speechless—touched in a
way she didn't want to be.
    Michael looked just as uncomfortable as she
felt. He cleared his throat. "Olivia—"
    Aw hell. This was the part where