Okay, this is not what I want to hear.
“I couldn’t look at anyone with a nice smile without wishing it was yours. God forbid a man looked like he knew how to throw a punch. So if you want to beat up every man I dated, and everyone I fucked, trying to erase you from my heart, then go ahead. They’d probably give you just as much fight as Elliot could.”
“Liv,” I start, but she cuts me off.
“No, Hayes. No. You don’t get to judge me. I never wanted anyone else.Youforced me to move on.” She turns away, bracing her hands on the counter.
“Have you moved on?” I force the question from my throat because I’m terrified to hear her response. She doesn’trespond, hanging her head between her shoulders. “Does any part of you still want me, Olive?”
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life,” she whispers, and all the air in my lungs escapes my chest. “But you destroyed me once, and I won’t let you do it again.”
She stiffens slightly as my front brushes against her back, reaching around her to cover her hands with mine.
“I’ll do whatever you need me to, for as long as it takes. Just don’t close the door on us. Not yet,” I breathe, nuzzling into the side of her neck.
She gasps, reaching back to grab my nape, pulling me in closer. My lips trace her skin, and I feel her tremble against me. Her body already knows she’s mine, but her mind won’t accept it.
“Did it work?”
“What?” She shivers as my hand skims up her arm.
“Fucking guys who were nothing like me.”
“No.”
My palm traces down her rib cage until I reach her waist. “Did you think about me?”
“Yes.”
I flatten my hand over her stomach, sandwiching our bodies together. My cock is stiff against her ass, and she whimpers when I shift my hips into her. “You know I’ll fuck you better than anyone else.”
She whimpers but doesn’t respond as I snake my other hand up her neck, capturing her jaw. “Tell me, Olive.” She shakes her head in defiance, and a smile quirks my lips.
“You fucked other women,” she spews as if that’s an argument.
“A few.” She jerks in my arms,trying to get away from me, but that’s not happening. “Turns out there are only so many leggy brunettes to choose from, and they don’t like being called the wrong name.”
She twists again, trying to escape my words. “Too many to keep their names straight?” She hisses.
“No, there’s only one name that leaves my mouth when I cum, dove,” I whisper, biting her ear.
This time, when she struggles, I let her spin in my arms, keeping her trapped between my body and the counter.
“You don’t mean that.” Her eyes narrow as she looks at me, but her pupils are blown wide, breathing shallowly as if she can fight how turned on she is.
“Ask me about my tattoo, again.”
Her gaze dips to the numbers on the hand she asked about before.
50.1.5
“How well do you know Roman numerals?”
Her eyebrows scrunch, and she twists her head to look at the numbers more clearly. Then she shakes her head. “No,” she gasps as she reads each number differently now.
L.I.V.
“Yes.”
