She reaches behind herself and pulls down her zipper, then lets her dress fall to the floor, pooling around her feet. Her rosy-pink nipples are peaked and perfect and waiting to be tasted. To be fucking worshipped. “Do you remember when you asked me if I wanted help in the shower earlier, Logan?”
I nod, worried that whatever I say won’t be right and we’ll somehow revert back to who we were a day ago instead of who I want us to be now.
Olivia slips out of those damn high heels and takes a few steps to the door I’m assuming leads to her bathroom. “Well, I think I could use your help.”
My entire body locks as I watch her walk through that door. An extra sway in each step she takes, and I momentarily wonder if it’s possible to swallow your tongue or if it’s just a figure of speech.
I catch up to her in two long strides and watch as she opens the glass shower door and turns both overhead sprays and all six body sprays on to max heat. She smiles up at me. “You’re overdressed, husband. How about I help you with that?”
She shoves my jacket over my shoulders, then flutters her lashes and slowly unbuttons each button of my shirt before that follows my jacket to the tile floor. In my next breath, my pants are gone, and Olivia’s grabbing an unopened box of condoms from under her sink. “Before you get any ideas, these were a housewarming gift from Brynlee when Serena and I moved in. She told me it was better to have them and not need them than to need them and not have them.” She pulls one free and holds it up, showing off the size. “Clearly, she was hoping the man I’d need them with would have a dick the size of yours.”
I take it from her hands and toss it to the floor, anger pulsing through my veins at the thought of her with another man. “I’m the only man you’ll be using those with, Liv. You got me?”
“Feeling possessive, Logan?”
I pick her up and walk her into the shower, the water hot and already fogging up the glass. “You sleep in my bed, wear my ring when you fucking feel like it, and whether you want it or not, my last name is yours, Olivia.” I pull her against me so she can feel just what she’s doing to me,again. “Yeah, I’m feeling possessive—because I am possessive. But. Only. Of. You.”
She reaches behind me and grabs a yellow bottle, squeezing the honey-scented shampoo onto my hand, and I turn her around and massage it into her gloriously long hair. “I fucking love your hair, Liv.”
Her entire body relaxes against mine. “I love when you call me Liv, Logan.”
A moment passes and then another as I wash the shampoo out, enjoying the silence and the closeness. Watching the suds sluice down her skin before repeating the process with the conditioner.
And just when I wonder how long this kind of peace can last, my little firecracker turns slowly back around and drops to her knees in front of me, a wicked smile spreading across her beautiful face as droplets of water cling to her long lashes. “My turn, Adler.”
Gently, I push her hair away from her face, gathering it in my hand, and soak in the sight before me. “You gonna open that smart mouth for me, Liv?”
She blinks, and her chest flushes red under the hot water. “Yes, sir.”
“Such a fucking good girl.”
Without a moment’s hesitation,shepartsher pretty pink lips and swirls her tongue along the length of my throbbing cock, teasing the head. A smile tugs her lips when her small hand doesn’t wrap entirely around the base.
Fucking hell . . .
This woman on her knees is every fucking fantasy I’ve ever had come to life.
And I’ve had a lot of fantasies over the years that involved her.
Olivia sits back on her heels and takes my other hand in hers, guiding it to the back of my head. “Help me, Logan. Show me what you like.”
Shocked, I dig my fingers into her hair and tip her head back to look at me. “You giving up control, Olivia?”
Can’t say that’s something I ever expected.
She blinks and licks her lips as the water pounds down over us. “Only to you, Logan.”
“Christ,” I growl as thundering need rips through me.
Liv drags her tongue up the length of my cock, then takes me down the back of her throat, moaning.
“That’s it, Livvy.” I pull back, then slowly fuck her face. My eyes lock on hers as hot tears fall from her eyes, and she gags, moaning, and twists her hand, taking me harder, deeper with each thrust of my hips.
White-hot need pulls from the base of my spine, and I lean a hand against the tile wall for support. “Fuck, Liv...”
I pull back, forcing her off me, unwilling to come.
Not yet.
