But the laughter doesn’t settle the restless tension inside me.
Not even a little.
I look up at her, my voice low and rough. She can’t have any idea how much I’m holding myself back right now. I need my mouth on her. I want to taste every inch of her. My dick is straining so hard against my jeans it’s actually painful.
“Just relax, baby.” The room is quiet except for Livy’s uneven breathing.
For a moment I just hover over her, looking down at her like I’m trying to memorize every detail of this night. I know how easily she can slip through my fingers and I don’t want to forget a single detail of what it’s like to have her here with me. I notice the sleepy softness still clinging to her eyes even though she’s trying so hard to stay awake for me.
She trusts me, and I’ll never know a greater honor than that.
Slowly, carefully, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her sleep shorts.
“Okay?” I murmur quietly. My girl’s head tilts against the pillow, her eyes half-lidded but focused on me as she gives a small nod.
That’s all the permission I need.
I slide the shorts down her hips, taking my time as the soft fabric drags slowly along her thighs before I guide them the rest of the way down her legs. The delicate knit of those tall white socks has my mind going to places it shouldn’t as I shift between her knees.
My breath catches because I want them wrapped around me as I sink inside of her.
She’s fucking beautiful.
Not just pretty.
Not just sexy.
My songbird is beautiful in a devastating way that makes my chest feel too tight for my own lungs. I’ve imagined this moment more times than I’ll ever admit out loud, but nothing in my head comes close to the reality of seeing her like this for the first time.
A slow heat spreads through my chest, through my stomach, settling heavy and aching lower in my body as I take her in. For a second I don’t even move. I just stand there between her knees like an idiot, trying to wrap my brain around the fact that she’s actually here with me.
That she’s letting me see her like this, laid out in her panties just a goddamn present for me.
“Sebastian?” she murmurs sleepily.
The sound of my name pulls me out of my own thoughts.
“Yes, baby?” I ask softly and then grin when she blushes and covers her face, not saying anything further.
I tug my hoodie over my head and drop it beside the bed before leaning down again, settling my weight carefully betweenher legs. The soft knit of her socks brushes against my ribs as she shifts slightly, and the sensation alone makes me groan her name.
God, I need her.
I rest my hands on her thighs for a moment, just feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my palms before leaning down to press a slow kiss against her stomach.
Her body reacts instantly, and my dick jerks. She’s so responsive to me. A soft breath escapes her lips as her fingers drift into my hair, barely there, like she’s still half dreaming.
I kiss her again.
Then again.
Slow, lingering kisses that trail upward across the soft skin of her belly until I reach the hem of her tank top.
Without breaking contact, I gently tug the fabric upward.
Her breath hitches. I’ve seen her naked more times than I can count, but she doesn’t know that, and every single time feels as intense as the first.
I pull the tank over her chest, pushing it up and over her head and tossing it on the floor. Her bare skin meets mine when I lean forward again. The contact sends a quiet jolt straight through me.
