He froze. “All the way off?”
She nodded.
He shoved his hand higher, all the way under her shirt and up out the scoop neck. He traced a line up her neck and tapped on her chin. She blinked hard as she looked him in the eye. “That’s a big step.”
“Trying to talk me out of it?” she squirmed, trying to make more deliberate contact with his erection. He jerked hard against her and then tilted his hips out of reach.
“No. Yes. I don’t know.” He traced circles around her collarbone with his index finger, just watching her as she wriggled against the wall. He shifted closer and kissed one cheekbone ever so lightly, then the other. “Are we officially back together?”
“Maybe?”
He pulled back and raised his eyebrows. “Maybe?”
“Can’t we just do this?” She licked her lips and arched toward him. “I don’t want to think about what we’d tell people if we started dating again.”
They already know.“We don’t need to tell them anything,” he said, not really a lie. He tugged the low neckline of her t-shirt down, exposing the lace of her bra. “I definitely don’t want to share this with anyone.”
“Is that what we’re doing? Dating?” She ran her hands over his shoulders, up into his hair, and back again.
“We should figure that out before we go any further,” he said before diving in for another kiss.
She slid her hands around his neck and squeezed, trying to get him closer. “That would be smart.”
“The right thing to do.” He tightened his hold on her and spun them around, aiming for the bed. She landed in the middle and he stood over her, half out of his mind with lust. “Take off your clothes.”
“So much for talking?”
“It’ll give us something to fight about tomorrow.” His heart pounded in his chest, his dick strained at his fly, and all of a sudden he needed this to be real. Enough playing. “Olivia, I don’t know what we’re doing. But I love you.”
“Good enough for me,” she whispered, unbuttoning her jeans. He did the same, never taking his eyes off of her as every curve he’d missed for too damn long came into view. Soft, smooth, porcelain skin, dipping and swelling around red mesh panties that left very little to the imagination.
“Oh baby,” he groaned, falling on top of her.
“We need a condom,” she said as he helped slide her out of her t-shirt, then her bra and finally those teasing bottoms.
Fuck. “I don’t have one.” He was an idiot. Of course she’d want him to wear a rubber. “It’s okay, we can do other stuff.”
Her mouth parted and she let out a breathless little sound that made him hard as nails. “Other stuff?”
He grinned. “I want to lick you till you scream.”
“I like the sound of that.” She licked her lips. “But I really wanted…”
He pressed his forehead against hers as she blushed. “Me too, baby.”
She twisted toward the bedside table. “I might have some in here, hang on.”
He followed her, pressing against her back. “Two years, Liv,” he rasped against the nape of her neck. “It’s been two years. I’m going to come on your legs like a fifteen-year-old boy in a minute.”
She froze. “You haven’t slept with anyone else?”
“I never wanted anyone else. I just want you.” Admitting that should have been humbling, but it just felt freeing to admit. He could blame the height of passion if it came up later. After he made love to his wife.
She rolled back toward him, making enough space between them for his cock to wave free like a fucking flagpole. Her breaths were slow and heavy as she stroked his rock-hard length. “You promise me—”
He cut her off with a kiss. “There’s been no one else, Liv. I swear.”
“Me too. And I’m still on the pill.”
