Chapter 32
Reed
Olivia’s kiss lights something inside me, just like her words did a moment ago. They’re still echoing in my mind as I lean in and find her mouth again, letting myself finally have what I’ve been craving for what feels like forever.
All of her.
All of this. Whatever this thing is between us that I’ve been trying to talk myself out of for weeks.
I groan against her lips, my hand sliding up to cup the back of her head. She tastes addictive and sweet, her mouth pliant under mine, and my pulse is pounding so loudly that I’m sure she can hear it.
“I’ve been falling for so long, Liv…” I murmur between kisses. “Longer than I knew how to admit, even to myself.”
Her fingers slide into the hair at the nape of my neck, holding me closer. “Me too.”
“I kept trying to talk myself out of it. Telling myself this was just the arrangement. That I wasn’t—” I swallow and draw back just enough to look at her, my thumb tracing along her jaw. “You have no idea how far gone I am for you.”
A little smile plays at her lips. “How far?”
“All the fucking way, baby.”
With those words hanging between us, I kiss her again, deeper this time, my tongue sliding against hers as I kneel on the couch beside her.
Her hand drops from my neck and slips beneath the hem of my shirt, her fingers trailing up the bare skin of my stomach.
The heat of her touch sends sparks shooting through my veins, and when she reaches out to palm my cock through my pants, I groan roughly, shifting my weight so that I can settle between her legs on the couch.
Then it hits me like ice water down my spine.
She was in a car accident this morning.
I pull back abruptly, my hand catching her wrist before she can do anything else.
Her eyes fly open, her pupils blown wide as her brows draw together in confusion. “What—Reed, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t do this. We shouldn’t be doing this right now.” My voice is hoarse, and I let go of her wrist to drag my hand through my hair, trying to get my breathing back under control.
Her frown deepens. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No. God, no, baby.” Sitting back on my heels, I cup her face in both my hands, my thumbs stroking along her cheekbones. “Never. But you were in an accident a few hours ago, Liv. You’ve already been through way too much today, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
For a beat, she just looks at me. Then her expression softens, the worry in her eyes giving way to something else, and she shakes her head.
“Reed…” Her voice is barely above a whisper. “This is exactly why it’s been so impossible not to fall for you, you know that?”
My chest squeezes as her words fill the quiet of the room.
“You take such good care of me. You always have.” Sitting up just a bit, she leans in to press a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth before continuing. “Even before I knew that’s what you were doing, you were doing it. You’re the most caring man I’ve ever known.”
I have to look down for a second, swallowing past the sudden tightness in my throat. God, this woman fucking wrecks me.
“But…” The wicked edge to Olivia’s voice makes my gaze dart back up to meet hers. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to have to go into the bedroom and use that vibrator you gave me.”
A laugh bursts out of me, and I shake my head, tugging her closer. “You don’t play fair, baby, do you know that?”
She shrugs, giving a not-so-innocent look. “Oh, I know.”
“After hearing you say you have feelings for me…” I tilt her chin up with my thumb, my voice dropping. “You really think I’m going to let some battery-powered toy be the one to make you come?”
Her eyes glint. “Then I guess you’d better do it yourself, hmm?”
A low huff escapes me as I tug at her lower lip with my thumb. The smirk on her face is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and every atom in my body is pulling me toward her, urging me to claim her, to touch her, to make her feel so fucking good…
But I won’t do a damn thing until I’m positive that she’s actually okay.
“Tell me how you’re feeling, honestly,” I say, my tone serious. “No headache, no—”
“No headache. I have a couple of bruises, but they only hurt when I press them, and I know you’ll be careful with me.” Her hands slip beneath my shirt again, her eyes holding mine. “I swear, Reed. I’m okay. I want this. I want it so much.”
I search her face for another long moment.
There’s nothing in her expression but desire, her cheeks flushed, her eyes burning.
Finally satisfied, I lean in and kiss her again—and this time I don’t hold back.
My mouth slants over hers, my tongue tasting and devouring, and the soft moan she lets out against my lips dissolves the last of my restraint.
When the kiss finally breaks, I quickly stand up and shed my shirt, tossing it away. Her gaze tracks over me with the possessive, heated look that’s been undoing me for weeks.
“Touch yourself for me,” I say, standing over her where she’s sprawled out on the couch. “I want to watch.”
Her cheeks go pinker, but she doesn’t hesitate. She leans back against the cushions, her hand sliding up to cup her breast through her shirt. Her thumb drags slowly over her nipple through the fabric, and a small huff of breath escapes her.
I work my pants open, my eyes locked on her. “Keep going.”
She lifts her shirt up over her head and discards it on the floor beside mine. Then she reaches back to unhook her bra, and when her breasts spill free, my mouth goes dry. Her other hand drifts down between her thighs, pressing against her clit through her pants.
“Fuuuck,” I groan.
A breathy sound escapes her, her hips rolling lightly against her own hand. The flush on her cheeks has spread down her throat and across her chest, and I decide that that exact shade is the most beautiful color in the world.
I shove my pants and boxers down and step out of them. Her eyes drop to my cock, her mouth parting, and the look on her face makes my balls draw tight as a fresh shock of arousal shoots through me.
Unable to just stand back and watch anymore, I drop to my knees in front of her on the rug and reach for the button of her pants.
She lifts her hips for me, and I drag them down her legs along with her panties.
She kicks them aside, and then she’s completely bared, her hand already drifting back to where it was a moment ago.
“Show me how wet you are,” I tell her, my voice thick.
She nods and slides her fingers along her pussy lips, parting them without an ounce of hesitation or shyness.
Fuck, I love that so much.
She’s already soaked, and the sight of her arousal gleaming on her skin draws a low groan from me. I catch her wrist and bring her fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean while my eyes stay locked on hers.
“You always taste so damn incredible.”
Her breasts shift with a deep inhale. “Reed, please—”
“I know, baby.” My free hand slides up her thigh, settling at her hip. “I’ll take care of you. I just need to look at you for a second.”
My eyes keep roaming over her, greedy for more of this beautiful, incredible woman. I can hardly believe that she chose this. That she chose me. That she wants it just as much as I do.
“I can’t believe you’re mine,” I murmur, the words almost too quiet to hear.
She tugs me closer, catching my hand in hers. “I’m yours, Reed. I have been for a while now.”
I claim her mouth in a long kiss, then carefully lift her from the couch and ease her down onto the rug in the living room.
Her lithe body sinks into the plush wool as I brace myself over her on my forearms, settling between her thighs.
Never breaking out kiss, I reach down between us to guide my cock to her entrance, pressing slowly inside her wet heat.
We’ve fucked without a condom before, but knowing what this means now—knowing she feels what I feel—makes everything even fucking better.
Her eyes flutter closed, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Jesus Christ, Liv,” I groan, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head at how good it is.
“Uh huh,” she gasps.
“You feel—fuck, you feel incredible.”
I work my way in slowly, taking my time because I can and I’ve got nowhere else I want to be. When I’m finally fully buried inside her, I stay there for a long moment, our breath mingling in the sparse inches between our lips. Then I start to move, watching her face the whole time.
Her lips part with the first thrust, her breath comes in quiet little gasps.
My own breath is coming faster and faster, punctuated by ragged groans or grunts.
I’m careful not to touch her anywhere that she’s bruised, tracking her expression to watch for any signs of pain, but she seems as lost to the pleasure as I am.
When I shift our positions slightly, reaching down to bring up one of her legs and pressing it flat against my chest, the change in angle makes her cry out softly, her back arching off the rug.
“That good?” I ask.
“Yes.” She nods wildly. “God, Reed, right there. More!”
Heat surges inside me as I slide my free hand down between us, my thumb finding her clit. I work it in fast circles in time with my thrusts, the room filling with filthy noises as I fuck her harder. She’s already shaking, her arms over her head, fingers twisting together on the carpet.
“I need to feel you come, baby,” I breathe, because nothing in the world will ever feel better than this perfect woman coming all over my cock. “Let me feel it.”
She tosses her hair, her lashes fluttering. “I’m close—Reed—”
“That’s it. Come for me, Liv. I’ve got you.”
She whimpers in response and gives me what I want, her stomach clenching and her pussy going tight around me as her climax hits. I grit my teeth, my hips grinding against her as I slow my strokes. The way she grips me like a vise is enough to nearly drag me over the edge with her.
But I’m not done. Not even close.
I ease out of her carefully and tug her against me.
She makes a muffled sound of protest that has me smiling, but I’m already rolling us, lifting her so she’s straddling me on the rug.
Her hair falls forward over her shoulders, her breath catching as I lift her up and guide her down onto my cock again.
“God, I’m so sensitive,” she breathes. Her inner walls are still fluttering a bit as I slide inside.
“Is it too much?”
She braces her hands on my chest, biting her lip as she grins down at me and shakes her head in answer. The flush on her skin has deepened, and she is without question the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.
“Then ride me, baby,” I tell her hoarsely. “Let me watch you.”
She rolls her hips a little, finding her rhythm, and the sight of her above me makes me feel like I’m worshipping at the altar of a goddess. Her cheeks are pink, her breasts flushed, her lips parted in that sexy-as-fuck way that I love.
I want to memorize this. I want to come back to this moment for the rest of my life.
“Fuck, Liv,” I choke out. “Look at you.”
She doesn’t answer. She leans down and kisses me instead, her tongue sliding against mine, her body still rocking on mine. I slide my hands up to her hips, gripping her and helping her find a faster pace.
“That’s it,” I praise. “Just like that, baby. Take what you need.”
She makes a little sound in her throat, her palms still flat against my chest, her nails digging lightly into my skin. Her pulse flutters wildly in her throat, and her head tips back as a soft moan escapes her.
“You’re going to come again, aren’t you? I can feel it.”
She nods, her eyelids drooping. “Yes… I can’t stop it.”
“Good. Make yourself come on my cock, baby. Use me to get yourself off.”
She rocks harder, leaning forward a little. Her pussy tightens around me, her breath hitching on a sharp gasp, and then she practically screams my name as a gush of her arousal floods over my cock.
I grip her hips hard and thrust up into her, chasing the same pleasure, wild with the need for it.
I keep moving as spurts of cum fill her pussy, working her through the last waves of her own climax.
Another shiver moves through her before she collapses onto my chest, boneless and sated.
I wrap my arms around her, one hand sliding into her hair, the other resting low on her back.
We stay like that for several beats, sweaty and spent. Her breath slows against my skin, finally evening out. My fingers move through her hair absently, and she lets out a contented little sigh.
After a few minutes, she lifts her head and looks at me. Her eyes are a bit glazed, her hair a wreck, her cheeks flushed.
“Do you need to go back to the office today?”
I cup her face in both hands and lift my head to kiss her. When I finally pull back, my thumb traces along her cheekbone.
“Hell, no. What I need to do,” I murmur, my mouth still close to hers, “is spend the rest of the day inside you. For as much time as humanly possible.”