“Easy.” I muss her hair just to get some much-needed distance. “I’ve decided youwerea fuckin’ cat in another life.”
“Is that so?” Her eyebrow shoots up. Even that is fucking sexy as hell.
“You keep to yourself. You’re always snacking and knocking things over. Yet, for some goddamn reason, you always manage to land on your feet.” I lean in closer. “Plus, I don’t know about most cats, but Dick has really long toes. Seemed like the easiest correlation.”
“All right, that’s it, Reed.” Olivia pushes her red hair off her shoulder and puts one hand on her hip. With the other, she makes a come-hither motion. “Let’s see your feet.”
“I don’t want to make your feet feel bad. Because mine are perfect, in every possible way.”
She scoffs. “No man has nice-looking feet.”
“I do,” I counter.
“Are you gonna make me throw down some cash for the privilege of seeing them?” Olivia glances down, and I’m happy that she’s distracted from what happened tonight. “Come on, off with the socks.”
Rising to the challenge, I pull off each of my socks—slowly, like a little striptease—before tossing them into the hamper in the corner of my room.
She takes her bottom lip between her teeth as she looks down at my perfectly shaped, model-worthy size thirteens and mutters the cutest little “fuck sakes” under her breath before she looks away.
“You were saying?” I gloat, folding my arms over my chest, feeling light and I think even happy for the first time I can remember.
Olivia narrows those baby blues at me. “You get pedicures.”
“Fuckno.” I scoff into a laugh, then shrug. “Just naturally perfect. It’s my superpower.”
She pushes past me in a huff of defeat. I can’t help it as I tip my head back and laugh without any hesitation. Goddamn it feels good.Toogood.
“Jealousy isn’t your strong suit,” I offer as she heads to her bag of belongings on my bed. I reach out to grasp her arm, pulling her close to my chest. I’m flying through the gates of hell straight on now by keeping her here, which means there’s not a chance on earth she’s living in my home and I’m not touching her. I kiss her forehead, pushing the limits of our own boundaries, but she doesn’t protest.
“Your feet are beautiful, Liv, just like the rest of you. I’ll love our little bear even if he or she gets your toes.”
Our.
That twisting feeling in my chest is back suddenly, but so is her fist pounding against me playfully.
“Jackass,” she mutters. But I saw it, if only for a moment. The same heat in her eyes as I harbor in mine. The air stills and the crickets outside grow louder as our laughter putters out. The pull to her is so strong I could really use that safe word I told her I didn’t need right about now.
“All right, well, I’ll leave you to it.” I back up. “I’m gonna hop in the shower, but I’ll check on you when I’m through.”
Because I want to see you again before I sleep.
“Okay,” she says. “I’m just gonna put on a girly movie andtry to get some sleep.”
I bow out, grabbing my toiletries and heading to the guest bathroom upstairs, where I stand and soak in the hot water for a good, long time.
I let myself think of those perfect curves just a floor below, of every single time she’s touched me. The jolt of electricity that shot up my leg when she gripped my thigh under the table at dinner. The way my body begged for more as her nails dug in, and how I imagined them raking down my back as I fucked into her, slowly, taking all fucking night to worship every single part of her. Claiming her the way I need to but know I shouldn’t. I think of the tiniest whimper that escaped her lips without her even realizing when I kissed her gently in the hospital.
All three times.
I think of her eyes when she saw the barbell under the crown of my dick, and how they went from needy to desperate in one second flat. At that image, I lose all control and the shameless side of me takes over as I spit into my palm, then grasp my solid cock. It’s not the first time I’ve made myself come with her face in my head, but the fact that I’m doing this with her in my home means I’ve reached a whole new level of depraved. A sort of desperate haze takes over with her so close, as I picture her tight, pink cunt stretching so well to accommodate me, coating me in her arousal with every deep, intentional thrust.
I imagine nothing but handfuls of that shining copper hair spilling through my fingers as she looks up at me from her knees, choking on my cock. In this second, she’s right here in this shower with me, her hair wet and heavy, her eyes lust-filled as she gags and drool drips down her chin.
I imagine her inmybedroom, inmybed, wearing nothing but those flimsy cotton panties I can’t forget. How wet she was, soaked, all for me, as she dripped through them.
How shetasted.
Christ, if I ever get the chance, I’ll feast on her sweet cunt for so long she’ll be begging for me to give her even a moment to breathe between the desperate cries of my name while she falls apart, again and again. She’ll cry into my pillows as I spread her ass wide, watching my fat cock fuck into her tight, hot pussy. As I stiffen further in my hand, my mind wanders to how she’ll look in a few weeks, a few months even, when her body has changed with my child. How she’ll glow, how her tits will grow even fuller.
