“Fuck yes—I’m gonna make you come again,” I snarl, thumb finding her clit and rubbing rough circles as I keep pace. “Fall apart on me. Let me feel it.”
“I’m coming, yes…yes,” she pants, body arching, and I follow her down, hips jerking as she clenches around me, pulling me straight into oblivion. I collapse, chest heaving, still pulsing, my face buried in warm skin as my lips find the frantic beat of her pulse.
Her body unwinds beneath me, trembling through the aftershocks, her chest heaving as she clings to my shoulders. I stay buried inside her until the pulsing stops, until I can breathe again, kissing the corner of her mouth, her jaw, her damp temple. Each press of my lips more a whisper than the last, meant to soothe where I’d just been rough.
When I finally ease out, she whimpers at the loss, and I grit my teeth against the urge to take her again right there. She’s flushed, dress wrinkled around her waist, skin damp with sweat; she’s beautiful. But she’s also wrecked. And I’ll be damned if I leave her like this.
“Hey,” I murmur, brushing her hair back, cupping her cheek. “Let me take care of you.”
She blinks up at me, dazed, still catching her breath. I kiss her forehead, then peel the fabric of her dress down slowly, inch by inch, easing it over her body. Her arms slip free of the straps, her breasts bared, flushed and perfect. I can’t help but kiss them one by one. A chuckle rumbles in my throat.
Her head snaps up. “Something funny about my tits?”
“No, they’re perfect,” I hum against her skin, flicking my tongue against her nipple, making her gasp. “I was just thinking how I didn’t even properly undress you before I fucked you.”
She lowers back down to the mattress. “There’s always next time,” she sighs, stifling a yawn.
“Make no mistake, there will be a next time, and a next, and a next…” I could go on and on. One taste of Olivia isn’t enough.
I don’t rush undressing her. I let the thin fabric caress her skin as it peels down her body, eliciting goosebumps on her skin that I kiss. Only when the dress falls from her do I fold it neatly before walking across the hall to the bathroom, discarding my condom.
The water from the sink runs cool over my wrist as I dampen a cloth, wringing it out. When I return, she’s watching me from the bed, hair spilled wild over the pillow, lips parted. My chest squeezes at the sight of her.
I clean her carefully, brushing between her thighs with a gentleness that has her shivering for a different reason. “I’ll go slow,” I murmur when she flinches from the sensitivity, kissing the inside of her knee in apology.
When I’m done, I strip myself properly this time, tugging off my shirt. I wipe myself down quickly, toss the towel into the hamper, and crawl back onto the mattress. She’s still naked, waiting, curled on her side until I pull her against me.
Her cheek presses to my chest, her hand resting over my heart. I wrap her up, stroking slow lines down her spine, breathing her in. For a moment, I think she might fall asleep like this, her lashes heavy, her breathing settling.
But then she tilts her head up, lips swollen, eyes hazy, and I harden again, instantly, shamelessly.
Her hand drifts down my stomach, as her teeth scrape against my chest and shoulder until she reaches me. The touch makesmy breath catch, a rough sound breaking free as my hips jerk into her palm.
“God—” I groan, every muscle tight as she wraps her hand around me, stroking lightly, like she knows exactly what she’s doing. I catch her wrist, not to stop her but to feel her skin on mine. “You keep that up, and I’m gonna lose it again.”
She presses a kiss to my collarbone, lips hot against my skin. “Maybe that’s what I want,” she whispers.
I snap, rolling her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand as I grind into her, cock throbbing against her slick heat. My mouth crashes onto hers, teeth clashing, tongues tangling, the kiss every bit as filthy as the way I rut against her.
“You’re gonna ruin me,” I rasp against her mouth, sliding the blunt head through her heat, teasing her entrance with each thrust of my hips. I hold her down, watching her writhe beneath me, voice breaking with need. “And I’m not stopping until I’ve ruined you, too.”
Chapter thirty-six
Liv
Mybodyachesinways I didn’t know it could, and when I wake to the empty bed, I swing my legs over the side and tug on the first thing I find—Jay’s T-shirt from the floor. It hangs halfway down my thighs as I pad barefoot into the kitchen.
He’s already there, nearly naked, save for his boxers, hair mussed, standing at the counter with two mugs waiting. The coffee maker hums, filling the air with the promise of caffeine.
“Up before me, after last night?”
Jay’s head turns, eyes dropping instantly to my bare legs beneath his shirt. His grin is slow, wicked. “Someone had to feed the cat.”
I smile, briefly looking over to Nick Fury, who is now fast asleep on the sofa, post breakfast. I move toward the counter, ready to tease Jay for loving that cat. But the second I’m close enough, his hands are on my waist. He lifts me onto the counter like it’s nothing, sliding me back until I’m perched on the cool surface.
“Jay—” I start, but the word cuts off when he pushes the hem of his shirt—hisshirt—up around my hips.
“You’re not wearing anything under this.” His voice is a low rasp, and my pulse stutters when he kneels between my legs.
