“Liv, um, are you on the pill? I guess we should have had this discussion sooner, huh?”
She just stands there looking at me, and I can already guess what her answer will be. “My last boyfriend was Brodie, and we haven’t been together in a while, but I have been on the pill to regulate my periods mostly because they are so inconsistent.”
I look up at her and rub the back of my neck in concentration. I move to stroke her cheek next. “Great, I should have asked first.”
At least she is on birth control, ending that discussion of a possible pregnancy scare. How many people have gone through this same scenario—questioning the use of contraceptives after the fact? Then find out they are going to be a parent. I think hard about it. I do want kids with Liv, which should freak me out more, but it doesn’t.
“I enjoyed going bareback with you, and now I can’t wait to do that again.”
I move to press her into me and grab her tight around the waist. She pulls away laughing. I then walk off in search of a towel. I haven’t known this woman for that long, but I do know that I want her in my life. It is just the timing of an unexpected pregnancy is not the best with us both beginning our careers and not being married. My parents will definitely not approve of that. It also makes me realize that I don’t know much about Liv’s parents. I have heard a little from what she said about her mom working at the hospital and her dad passing away. What would they have thought of an unplanned pregnancy? I need to make a point of meeting her mom. Perhaps after the gala my mom is co-chairing, we can plan to get together during the holidays to spend time with each other’s families together. That will help to solve that dilemma.
I’m not an old-fashioned type of guy or religious by any means, but I want Liv to have it all. The big wedding and house if she wants. She deserves that. And of course, as long as it is with me.
I lay there spent. I lean over to kiss her and leave for the bathroom. I return quickly and go to my bureau to retrieve a shirt for Liv. “Lift your arms, Liv.”
She does as I say, appearing unable to form words. I cover her with the shirt. I catch her sniffing it.
“What are you doing?” I chuckle as I see the most adorable expression on her face.
“It’s just so soft and smells like you.”
“Me?” I look at her questioningly.
“Yeah, like sandalwood and clean laundry. I swear I could smell it sometimes when I was thinking about you.”
I pull my underwear back on and flop back into bed. “You thought about me often, beautiful?”
I pull her on top of me, and I lay there underneath, wondering if she’s gonna try to leave. It’s clear I want her here, but I need to reassure her.
Right on cue, she asks, “Should I call an Uber?”
I look at her confused and then kiss her again. “No, you’re staying here.”
I hope that clarifies enough for her as I place her head on my chest, kissing the top of her forehead. Her breathing slows, and the rise and fall of her chest against mine soothes me into a wave of peaceful sleep.
ChapterNineteen
Dax
My alarm goesoff in the morning, and I silence it. Thankfully it’s within reach because I’m unable to move. A warm, soft body is pressed against mine, Liv’s head on my chest, legs entwined with mine. I look at her and watch her sleep. The way her mouth is slightly open. Her eyelids flutter as if she is in the last state of REM sleep, dreaming before she wakes. I reach for my nightstand and grab my phone to snap a few pictures of her sleeping. I want to remember her this way—in my bed with this blissed-out look on her face after I thoroughly fucked her last night. I close my eyes and drift back to last night, remembering how she moved when I touched her. The little whimpering sounds she made when I rubbed at her clit and when I found the right angle, she wasn’t shy about what she wanted. She hung tight as I fucked her hard and she came around my cock, panting out my name as she climaxed.Click.I snapped a mental picture. The memories of that night are now seared in my brain.
I touch a piece of her silky hair falling out of her braided bun from last night and twirl it gently between my fingers. I push it behind her ear, my calloused hands brushing against her smooth cheek. Even though it’s only been a few hours, I want her again. My cock swells at the thought. What would it be like to wake up to her every day? More blood pools low in my groin. A future with Liv? Is that possible? Will she want the same thing? I push the thoughts aside and focus on the angelic woman in my bed. I pull back the cover and slowly drink up her lithe body.
I unlink her body from mine. My eyes take in her breasts, flat stomach, and cleanly shaved pussy. I crawl over her and push her legs apart with my knees. She stirs and moans quietly, wiggling a little underneath me. I lower myself to my belly and drop my face to her entrance. I spread her lips wide with my fingers, give her a swift lick, and gently suck on her clit. Her hips move, and a louder moan escapes her. I look up to see her looking at me with hooded lids, cheeks flushed. I lick her at a slow pace while holding her eyes. God, she is beautiful. And she tastes like heaven. She grasps my hair and pulls me closer. I give her small measured strokes and lap at her clit. She moves around, trying to add friction, starting to grind against my tongue. I can’t hold back any longer and attack her with unexpected savagery. I lap her as a man starved would. And I am. I have been denied months from her and this physical closeness. She grabbed harder onto my hair, but I couldn’t give a fuck. Her panting increases and I suck harder. She starts to pulse around me, coming on my face. I continue to lick as the last of her orgasm abates. She exhales and pushes me away when I try to draw out more of her release.
“Too sensitive.” She attempts to cross her legs to move out.
I laugh as I pull her into me and kiss her. She kisses me back fully, and I am sure she can taste herself on my tongue. If she does, she doesn’t comment on it. Much like last night. I trail little kisses down her jaw onto her neck.
“Good morning,” I murmur into her neck.
“Good morning, Dax.”
My name on her lips is the sweetest sound.
“That may have been the best wake-up I’ve ever had,” she says, still blinking sleep from her eyes.
“Get used to it,” I say, hoping she understands the unsaid promise of more nights and mornings together in our near future. I get up, pulling her with me and ignoring my rock-hard cock pushing against my boxers. “Get dressed, and I’ll make us some coffee,” I say, drawing on a pair of gray sweatpants.
