“Can we do both?” Her voice quivered as her nails scraped down my chest.
I backed her into her bedroom, both of us stumbling onto the mattress with our lips still fused together.
“I’ll give you whatever you want.”
My eyes held hers as she fumbled with my belt. When it didn’t open fast enough and she bit her lip in frustration, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Always so impatient,” I teased, even though I was hard to the point of pain and certain I wouldn’t last ten minutes the first time I was inside her again.
“That kiss this morning and that picture riled me up all damn day. Lose the pants, Bennett.”
I kicked my pants off and dropped my boxers before I climbed back on the bed, hovering over Olivia for a minute.
“What?” she asked, breathless as she cupped my cheek.
“This, us… it’s a little surreal.”
A devious grin pulled at the corner of her mouth. “Getting naked with the girl you never wanted around?”
“No,” I whispered, lifting her leg over my hip as I settled on top of her. “I always wanted you. I just never thought I’d ever get you.”
“Same,” she whispered, pressing her forehead against mine. “I haven’t been with anyone since you or for a while before you. And the damage is already done,” she said with a nervous chuckle.
“I haven’t been with anyone else either, for a long time. If you’re asking me what I think you’re asking—”
She nodded, and I didn’t waste any time. Her eyes bulged when I filled her with one thrust. Between being inside her bare and the confessions that slipped out, the shock and the need made us even more ravenous than the first time. She leaned forward, moving against me as I inched in and out of her, both of us wrestling to get as close as possible.
I love you, Olivia.
It was right there, as close to the edge as I was, but I sank my teeth into my bottom lip to hold it in. Not because of our weird transition from enemies to lovers. We didn’t even label what was between us until tonight, but losing it was something I couldn’t bring myself to think about.
When the bed started to creak, she wrapped her arms around my neck in a tight hold, lifting her hips to meet mine as I plowed into her. Control was never in my grasp when it came to Olivia.
“Come for me, sugar.” I snaked my hand around her waist and brought her closer, ready to spill everything I had into her. Despite the effort I’d always put in to run away from her, I’d been chasing Olivia my entire life.
Her legs went rigid as she clenched around me, quivering in my arms as her nails scraped down my back. I pulsed inside her, then lowered us both to the mattress, fisting the sheets as I buried my head in her neck.
“Holy shit,” she breathed out. “So, good day?” Her giggle shook against my cheek.
A sleepy smile pulled at my lips.
“The best day.” I brushed kisses across her cheek to her mouth, lingering when I got to her lips.
The woman carrying my baby was the love of my life.
It was the second part of that thought that knocked the air out of my lungs.
TWENTY-SEVEN
OLIVIA
“Thank you for coming with me,” I told Tyler as I slid into the passenger seat of his SUV. “I know midmornings can be busy…” I trailed off when I noticed the tilt of his head.
“Stop thanking me. It’s my baby too, and I told you I’m here for all of it.” He leaned over the console and pressed his lips to mine, moving his palm across my disappearing waistline with a quick caress. I melted whenever he gave my stomach any attention. It was an unspoken reassurance I never knew I needed, especially today.
Although I’d had an ultrasound when I had my pregnancy confirmed, this was a more official picture now that I was at twelve weeks. I’d never expected a baby with Tyler—or at all in recent years—but I wanted it so badly the notion of finding something wrong today triggered a full-body panic.
And, if I was being honest with myself, I was afraid that a baby was the main reason Tyler and I had leveled up from the awkward friendship we’d begun after his cousin’s wedding. Consciously, I knew it wasn’t. Tyler could never be pushed into anything he didn’t want to do, even when we were kids. But my subconscious, the main source responsible for picking fights with him to both mask my feelings and suck all the attention from him that I could, was a nagging bitch always in my ear.
