“It feels like a lifetime,” she whispers into my hair.
I tip my head back to look at her. “I’ve loved you since the moment I set eyes on you. I’ll love you for the rest of my life, dove.”
Her breath catches. “Are you sure?”
I nod, and she can’t squeeze her eyes shut tight enough to stop the tears that escape. “Meeting you changed my life. Iknew it even back then,” she says, wiping at her tears. “Your karate sweatshirt is so faded now,” she laughs, smiling at me sweetly.
“I can find a new sweatshirt to give you.”
“No, I like the one I have.” Her smile widens, and I can’t help but mirror it. This time, when I kiss her, it isn’t urgent.
I capture her lips gently, savoring her like I dreamed about so many nights. Even if it takes another lifetime, I’ll make up for the moments we lost.
She giggles as I kiss her cheeks and nose, battling with me to bring my lips to hers so she can kiss me back.
“I love you, Jensen. I’m trusting you not to break my heart,” she utters against my lips, and I still.
“I won’t lose you twice. I’ll chase you to the ends of the earth before I let that happen, again.” I hold her face, forcing her to see the truth in my eyes, but I don’t expect to see hers flare.
“Is that what you want? To be chased?”
“I always wanted you to come for me,” she admits, resting her forehead on mine. “I hoped you’d steal me away and take what was yours.”
My cock flexes against my zipper, and I can feel her heat through her barely there silky shorts. “You’ve always been mine,” I growl, thrusting against her.
“Always yours,” she whispers, shifting her hips atop me until it turns to a languid grind. Like she can’t help herself.
“You’re so sexy,” I utter as she rides me, snaking my hands up her spine under her tiny satin tank top. “Is this what you wear to bed every night?”
She nods, smiling. She knows exactly what she does to me.
“But not this.” I peel my dress shirt off her body, stealing itonly to see more of her.
“I’ve slept in it every night this week.”
“I’ll give it back once it’s dry.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Liv
“This is wet, too.” I let my finger drag down the satin on the center of my chest, watching his eyes follow it.
“I’ve been a very patient man, Olive.” His finger hooks the thin strap above my shoulder. “But I won’t be gentle.”
The strap falls down my arm, and so does the satin, exposing my right breast. He stares at the perky flesh in a trance until his thumb brushes the dainty barbell donning my nipple, and I gasp.
“Did it hurt?” He leans closer until his lips nearly brush the sensitive peak.
“Yes.” I tremble in his arms, not even close to being cold.
“You liked the pain, didn’t you?” The warmth of his tongue covers my nipple, and I throw my head back as he sucks, tugging my piercing into his mouth.
“I did,” I admit, writhing in his lap as he feasts on my breast.
My answer pleases him because in the next moment, my left breast is ripped free from my pajama top, and the fabric pools around my waist as he attacks.
My arms anchor his shoulders and neck, clinging to himas he licks, bites, and sucks at my breasts. My skin quickly paints the picture of his attention, marred with pink love bites and marks of affection.
