I finally give in, pushing up on my elbows to look at my girl. My perfect fucking girl. Livy’s hair is spread across the pillow, her cheeks flushed from sleep, her lips curved in that teasing little smile that’s been ruining my life for years.
My hand slides up automatically, cupping her face.
“Follow one girl across the world and set a few cameras up in her bedroom,” I mutter, voice rough with sleep, “and suddenly you’re branded a stalker.”
She lifts an eyebrow, and she can’t help biting her lip, trying not to laugh. “Oh is that all you did?”
I ignore that.
Instead I just look at her.
Really take everything about this girl in and commit it to my memory.
Livy’s fingers are still combing slowly through my hair like she can’t help herself. It’s like touching me is natural for her. She knows exactly what I want and when I want it.
My girl lifts one finger and points toward her mouth. “Kiss me now, please.” She’s so fucking cute.
“That is my job after all,” I murmur.
I push myself up, bracing my weight on one arm so I can lean over her.
For a second I just look at her, then I lower my mouth to hers. The second our lips meet, her hand slides into my hair again and I feel it move all the way down my spine. When I pull back, I rest my forehead against hers. “You realize,” I murmur, voice still rough with sleep, “this is the best sleep I’ve had in my entire life.”
Her fingers pause in my hair, and she looks so genuinely content, and that’s really all I want.
“Really?”
I nod once, and then I drop back down, settling against her chest again like I belong there.
“Turns out,” I mumble into her skin, closing my eyes again as her fingers start moving through my hair, “I just needed you.”
She laughs softly this time, but she doesn’t stop touching me. Her fingers slide through my hair again, and I feel myself melting into the mattress.
I tighten my arm around her waist.
“Careful,” I mutter, nuzzling against her.
“Careful of what, Sebastian?” I can tell by the teasing in her tone that she knows exactly what I’m talking about.
I rub my face against her again, breathing her in before I kiss her breasts, trailing down her abdomen.
I pause, looking up at her when I say, “If you keep touching me like this, Livy…” I tighten my arm around her just a little more. “I’m never letting you leave this bed.”
Her fingers are still in my hair when I lean down again.
I tell myself it’s just another kiss, but it isn’t. My hand settles on her hip automatically, my thumb brushing the soft skin therebefore sliding slowly up her side. She inhales when my palm spreads along her ribs, and the sound goes straight through me.
God. My cock is aching again, and I can’t even count how many times or how many positions I’ve had her in through the night.
My jaw tightens at the memory, heat rushing through me again even though the sun is barely up.
I shouldn’t need her this badly after last night, but the second she arches into me the slightest bit, I’m done for.
I pull back just enough to look down at her because I realize that I need to put her before myself in this moment. “Are you sore?” I ask quietly.
Her brows knit together slightly like it’s a silly question.
“You have to be,” I continue, frowning now. “I shouldn’t have taken you so many times.” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them, and I exhale slowly, shaking my head.
