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Wet hits her eyes, and I know I fucked up over these last weeks. She’s tender and sore and it’s my job, my honor, to make it better. To make it up to her.
“I don’t know, Tav.”
“I know enough for both of us, baby.” Without another word, I lift off her body and blow out her candle. Then I lift her into my arms bridal style, ignoring her protests as I head to my room.
twenty-three
Olympia
“What are you doing?” My head is reeling. I can’t figure out what’s happening right now as Tav carries me, naked, into his room.
“Told you, from tonight on, your ass is in my bed.”
“Tav,” I start, struggling to take in his space through the white light of the moon that spills in through his windows. “This is crazy. You’re acting crazy.”
“I’ve never been more sane.” He sets me down on his bed, and I can’t help but cover myself with my hands, even though he’s already seen all of me. I feel vulnerable.
“How much did you have to drink tonight?” I huff.
He smirks. “Not that much.” His smirk falls away as he takes in my attempt to cover my body. “Don’t hide from me, Olympia.”
“I need my jammies.” When I think he’s going to refuse me, I add, “Please. I feel—I’m not used to this.”
Without a word, Tav turns and disappears into his closet. He reappears with a white t-shirt. I take the offering and hurry to shove it over my head, swallowing audibly when he gestures me under the covers. I think only once about refusing before I slide between his black sheets, settling tensely against the pillows.
I’m afraid that come morning light, Tav will suddenly remember he hates me and kick me out of his bed and his life. I’m terrified, because my tender, bruised heart has already gone through so much. I’m not sure I can withstand the pain of that. Not after everything that happened tonight.
My thoughts stop as Tav’s big hands move to the buckle of his belt. He’s already deliciously shirtless, something that has kept my thoughts on fizzle. I’m not sure what’s going to happen to my thoughts—to my body—if he removes all his clothes. I don’t think I can handle it.
Swallowing, my mouth sandpaper dry, I force my eyes to hold his as his big fingers work the buckle of his pants before he drops his jeans, kicking out of them. He’s impossibly big and impossibly hard behind the white fabric of his briefs. So hard that my core knots with need all over again.
Under the covers, I clench my thighs together. I wish I had panties right now. Panties would soak up some of the wet that’s pulsing with every sensitive throb of my pussy.
God, how can I need to come again? Already?
Embarrassment flushes my face, Tav’s dark eyes taking it all in as a grin lifts his lips. Arousal is a hook drawing me nearer to him as he plants a knee in the bed, hovering over me.
I want him to kiss me.
I want—I don’t even know what I want.
I need—but I’m not even sure what I need. I just know I need him.
I’m a mess. This—us—it’s a mess.
“Tav.” His eyes search my face, the scent of him invading every part of me. “I—you?—”
“Words, Princess,” he teases. “Use your words.”
“You’re aroused.”
His eyes search mine. “And you?”
Twin flames light up my face, singeing my cheeks. When my hands fall over my face, he gathers my wrists in one of his, pinning my hands to the bed above my head. I can’t hide from him now. Can’t escape his dark eyes.
“Tav,” I protest, but it comes out more as a moan.
“If I touch you between your legs, are you going to be wet for me?”
