“Oh my god, yes,” she pants, as I lean in and lick a hot stripe up her throat, nipping and sucking as I fuck her frombelow, sliding the hand around her waist down to her ass to hold her firmly against me, my other hand playing with her clit as I feel her body tremble against me, my own release so close I can fucking taste it. “Just like that. Just like that,” she chants, her hands everywhere—my hair, my shoulders, my back, owning every inch of me just the way I always hoped she would.
“Holy fuck, Liv, you feel amazing. Perfect. So good, wrapped around me, squeezing me so tightly. Come for me again, sweetheart. Please, please come for me so I can flood this pussy with my cum.”
Leaning in, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth and thrust my hips up sharply, feeling her clench around me. She claws at my shoulders, hips rocking wildly as she comes on a strangled cry, locking her arms around me as her body shakes with the force of her release.
Holding her tightly to me, I wrap one hand around her neck, sealing my mouth over hers and swallowing her moans. My head spins and my vision blurs, pleasure shooting up my spine as the orgasm slams into me. I come on a long groan, my lips still attached to Olivia’s in a messy tangle as my legs shake and my cock pulses and I empty everything I have inside her.
It takes a long time for us to come down, sweat-dampened bodies rocking and hands roving and lips moving together in long, slow kisses. We breathe the same air, and Olivia’s lilac scent surrounds me, and I think that I would be happy to stay right here, in this moment, for the rest of my life.
“You were amazing,” I murmur, my lips skating slowly over her jaw, down her neck, my hand stroking up and down her back. “Perfect. So fucking perfect. Mine.”
“Yours,” she says quietly, breathlessly, dropping her head to my shoulder, and that one word has my stomach swooping as hope blooms. Her breath comes in soft pants, warm against my neck, and her heart thunders in her chest, beating out thesame rhythm as mine. I don’t know how long we hold onto each other like that, whispering words and trading kisses, her draped over me and my cock still buried inside her, but eventually she shivers, our bodies cooling from their shared inferno.
Gathering her up in my arms, I walk us to the bathroom, reaching in and turning on the shower. When the water is warm, I carry her in, putting her down and wrapping my arms around her, turning us so the hot spray soaks her back. She sighs, her body melting into me as we stand there together. Reaching over, I grab my shampoo, pouring some into my hand and working it through her hair, my heart thudding against my chest at the way it feels to care for her in this way. That she lets me do it.
Pressing a kiss to her hair, I use my soap to wash her body, my hands gliding over her smooth skin, a kind of claiming entirely different from the frenzied way we just took each other, but no less potent. Rinsing all the soap off her, I make quick work of my own shower, then bundle her into a towel and dry every inch of her before walking her back into my room.
I consider sliding into bed naked, but the idea of her sleeping in my clothes has warmth and possession flooding my veins, so I grab one of my old college T-shirts, slipping it over her head before pulling the covers back and letting her climb in, sliding in behind her. I wrap an arm around her waist and push the other under her head, surrounding her body with mine. Olivia sighs, tucking herself deeper into my hold and taking my hand, lacing our fingers together and bringing our joined hands up to lay over her heart.
“Thank you for taking care of me. This feels good,” she whispers, her voice carrying through the darkened room, burrowing right into my heart. “It feels right.”
“I’ll always take care of you,” I say quietly, leaning down to kiss her shoulder, her cheek, her neck, anywhere I can reach.“Always. You belong right here. In my house. In my bed. In my arms. With me.”
She tightens her hand around mine, mumbling a response I can’t make out before her breathing evens out and her body relaxes. I press a kiss to her hair, breathing her in, and with everything I’ve ever wanted wrapped in my arms, I close my eyes and follow her straight into sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
BRIAN
“Do you think we need a signature cocktail for the gala?” Olivia asks as I stumble into the kitchen.
Coming up behind the bar stool she’s perched on, laptop open in front of her, coffee mug at her elbow, and pile of M&Ms on a napkin, I slide my arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her neck and breathing in her sweet morning scent. “Do you want to explain to me why I woke up alone in bed instead of wrapped around my girl, the way god and the universe intended?”
Olivia spins the bar stool around so she’s facing me, my arms still around her, grin on her face as she leans in and kisses me, hands tangling in my hair, sexy moan falling from her throat as I glide my tongue across her lips, plunging inside when she opens for me. She tastes like coffee and the chocolate she’s been eating, and if having her here in my space first thing in the morning isn’t the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I don’t know what is.
“You taste good in the morning,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to one side of my mouth, then the other, and that sweet move has my heart rolling over in my chest.
Easing back, I kiss her forehead. “I was just about to say the same thing about you.” I drop a kiss to her nose and lean back so I can look at her. “Hi.”
She flashes me her gorgeous grin, her fingers playing with my hair the way I’ve come to love. “Hi. You’re sexy as fuck in the morning.”
I laugh, leaning in to kiss her again because god, I had no idea that this is what happy could feel like. “Me? Look at you.” I glide a finger up her bare leg, watching goosebumps spread over her skin. “Sitting here in my kitchen, wearing my T-shirt, drinking from my coffee mug. I could get used to this. Having you here, in my house. With me.”
Even as I say the words, my heart clenches with a tiny pinprick of pain, knowing that as much as I love having her here, this is temporary. That in a couple of weeks, she’s going to be halfway around the world, living her life and spreading her wings, and I’ll still be here in the loft that is now full of memories of the way it feels when we’re here together. And god, I want this for her. I want her to do absolutely everything she’s ever dreamed. But fuck, will I miss her. An emotion flits through her eyes too quickly for me to catch, but it has hope springing in my chest that maybe she’ll miss me as much as I’ll miss her. That maybe, despite the months of distance, there’s a chance for us after all.
“I like it too,” she says quietly, leaning in and kissing my cheek. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“What?” I ask, my brain preoccupied with thoughts of her.
“The reason I wasn’t in bed when you woke up. I woke up at dark o’clock and started thinking about the gala menu and couldn’t stop, so I came out here to give it a last look.”
Running a hand over her sleep-rumpled hair, I tuck some errant strands behind her ears. “The menu is perfect. You’ve been working on it nonstop for days.”
She shrugs, reaching back for her coffee mug and draining it. “I know. And it really has to be finalized today, but I started thinking about a signature cocktail, and I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. And then I started wondering if maybe the mini hot dogs Jeremy is so adamant about are too pedestrian for such a fancy event.”
I laugh, taking her mug and walking around the island to make her another latte.
“The Kids Play gala is a room full of athletes, most of whom are basically overgrown children—Jeremy included. I think that’s exactly the right audience for mini hot dogs.”
