Tears fill her eyes again, but she’s smiling. “I love you too.”
The words hit me like a freight train they are overwhelming and perfect and everything I didn’t know I needed.
I kiss her then, pouring everything I feel into it. My hands find the hem of her pullover, and she lifts her arms, letting me pull it over her head. The sight of her in just her bra and jeans steals my breath.
“You’re staring,” she whispers, but there’s heat in her voice.
“Can’t help it.” I trail kisses down her neck, across her collarbone. “You’re perfect.”
Her hands push my shirt off my shoulders, nails dragging lightly down my chest. I hiss at the contact, and she smiles against my mouth.
“Your turn to lose some clothes, Storm.”
I stand long enough to strip off my jeans, and when I look back at her, she’s working on her own. I help her with the zipper, sliding the denim down her legs, revealing black lace that makes my mouth go dry.
“Jesus, Olivia.”
She reaches behind her back, unhooking her bra, and lets it fall away. I’m on her in an instant, mouth finding her breast, tongue circling her nipple until she’s gasping my name.
“Carter, please—”
“Tell me what you need.” I kiss my way down her stomach, fingers hooking in the lace at her hips.
“You. I need you.”
I pull the lace down slowly, savoring every inch of skin revealed. When she’s finally bare beneath me, I take a momentjust to look at her. Flushed skin. Dark eyes. Chest rising and falling with quick breaths.
I kiss her deeply as my hand slides between her thighs, finding her wet and ready. She moans into my mouth, hips rising to meet my touch. I work her slowly, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her grip my shoulders harder.
“Carter, I need—” She breaks off with a cry as I slide two fingers inside her.
“This?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
I watch her face as I move, mesmerized by every expression that crosses it. When I feel her start to tighten around my fingers, I slow down, drawing it out.
“Don’t tease,” she pants.
“Not teasing. Just making sure you’re ready.”
I shed my boxers and settle between her thighs, the tip of my cock pressing against her entrance. Our eyes lock, and in that moment, everything else falls away. It’s just us. Just this.
I push inside slowly, inch by inch, and the feel of her wrapped around me is almost too much. She’s tight, hot and perfect, and I have to pause, forehead pressed to hers, just to keep from losing control.
“Okay?” I manage.
“More than okay.” She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Move, Carter.”
I start slow, savoring every stroke, every gasp and moan that falls from her lips. But when she digs her nails into my back and demands “harder,” I give her what she needs.
The rhythm builds between us, urgent and desperate. I slide my hand between our bodies, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves, and she cries out.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her ear. “Let go for me.”
Her body tightens around me, and I feel her shatter, my name a broken prayer on her lips. The sight of her coming undone beneath me pushes me over the edge. I bury myself deep one last time, groaning as I empty myself inside her.
We stay like that for a long moment, tangled together, breathing hard, hearts racing in sync.
