And she wanted to go slowly for herself, because she still wasn’t entirely convinced this wasn’t a terrible idea.

She could work off a little of her stress though. The real question was, how far was she willing to go with him tonight?

If Olivia didn’t do something with him, Luke was sure he was going to explode. He hadn’t thought crawling across the floor for a kiss would be something that would turn him on, but doing it for her... and hot damn, that kiss. Worth every second of feeling awkward and vulnerable and silly on all fours. Olivia obviously hadn’t thought he was any of those things—except maybe vulnerable and he had a feeling she liked that part.

The fingers stroking his hair were both arousing and soothing, and he was both a bit surprised and intrigued by how much he liked having his hair played with. One nail skimmed the scruff on his chin and then ran down the side of his neck, pressing hard enough to scrape right on the edge of being painful. He could feel all the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck rising and his cock pulsed as she silently examined his expression.

Holding still and not reaching for her took an incredible amount of willpower because he was feeling so impatient.

“Let’s take this off,” she murmured, a smile curving her lips as her nail dragged down the front of his chest to the first button of his shirt, which she easily popped open at the same time she finished her sentence.

Now Luke did move his hands, to the next button on his shirt and began undoing the front as Olivia sat back slightly to watch. He’d never had a woman just sit and watch him undress before for the sheer appreciation of just seeing him do so. Especially not one who had already seen him a lot more naked, but looked as interested in the process as if this was the first time. Is this how women felt when they did this for men? Sexy and exposed at the same time? He’d had a number of women undress in a sexy manner for him, but he’d never had it the other way around before. Never even thought about it till now.

Once his shirt was fully unbuttoned, Olivia leaned forward again, letting out a soft little sigh of appreciation as she slid her hands under his shirt and over his shoulders, pushing it off of his body. Her palms and fingers were soft against his skin, making him ache to be touched more than the light caress of her hands as his shirt slipped to the floor. As if she could read his mind, Olivia obliged, running her hands down his chest, over his pecs, and making him groan and shudder as she touched him. When she reached his nipples, her fingers swirled, paused... pinched.