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Liv smiles victoriously and actually claps her hands together. “Yay! You’re finally catching on.”
I propel my hips harder into her core and Liv groans. “I must not be fucking you hard enough if you’re still talking.”
“I want to go on a date.” She blurts the words out like they’ve been waiting on the edge of her lips, and I finally pushed her over the cliff.
And just as much as I wanted them, I’m stupidly enough over my head to agree to it.
“You got it, Opie.” Then I clasp onto her neck, holding her still and keeping her eyes locked on mine while I drive inside her body.
While I keep selfishly taking everything she’ll give me because I want it.
I need it.
It’s a high I keep craving. An experience I want to keep replaying over and over again.
When Liv cries out, it’s the easiest shit my body has ever done—following her into an orgasm and spilling every ounce of cum inside her.
She’s mine.
I don’t give a fuck about the past.
That shit needs to die.
And I want to live with her.
twenty-seven
. . .
LIV
Shoving another mouthful of syrup-drenched pancakes, Hudson studies me like an alien or a foreign creature that has just been discovered by man. His gaze is unyielding, watching every move I make as I try to enjoy the breakfast he made me in bed.
It was beyond sweet and unlike him.
Until he stared at me like I was trespassing in his room and he couldn’t wait for me to get out.
“Did you need me to hurry up and leave?” I ask, not bothering to cover my mouth as I meet his lucid green eyes.
He frowns. “Why would I need you to leave?”
“Because you’ve been giving me the stare-down for the last seven minutes.”
“What’s the stare-down?” I narrow my eyes on him which makes him laugh a bit. “I was just thinking about how I know nothing about you other than you’re sexy as fuck and you work for me.”
I lift a shoulder. “What do you want to know?”
“You still go to school?”
“Yeah.”
“You never talk about it.”
Pushing my lips out, I don’t see a big deal with that. “What’s to talk about? It’s school.”
“When do you even find the time to go?”
I stab another stack of pancakes, feeling a bit vulnerable that he’s prying a little, but I know it’s not malicious. He’s genuinely curious. “I took the semester off because of the money. But I did a lot of online classes and went to night school for culinary arts.”
