“Caveman Oliver is kind of hot,” she admitted seductively. Oliver’s icy blue eyes darkened instantly at her seductive admission, the last remnants of his embarrassment evaporating completely. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he backed her against the closed front door, caging her in with his arms on either side of her head. “Caveman Oliver is hot?” he repeated dangerously, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “You have no idea what that does to me when you say things like that.” His body pressed flush against hers, letting her feel the hard evidence of how much her words affected him. One hand moved to hold the back of her neck possessively while the other slid down to grip her hip firmly. “You are going to be the death of me,” he murmured against her lips before capturing them in a s
