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As she inhales measuredly, her hand moves up and down over my tattoo.
“Landon.” Her other fingers drag out of my hair, down the side of my face, over my jaw, too. “Landon Wintermute.”
Her next breath seems to go deeper with more ease.
Then, for the first time, her legs shift on either side of me, graze up mine. “You’re my—my soulmate.”
A hot shiver of pure fucking delight spikes through me.
I groan in a whisper, “That’s exactly right. And do you know what it means to be soulmates when it comes to sex?”
She makes an appreciative noise of her own and rubs her thumb over my lower lip. “What?”
“Means this isn’t the only way I can make love to you. I can do that any damn way there is because I love your body, too, no matter how you give it to me.”
I wrap my lips around her thumb before I move them to hers. She kisses me harder than she has in these last minutes, and I want so badly to go with it and get my tongue in her mouth, but I have more to tell her.
She’s got me breathless by the time I’m saying, “But it also means you never have to be afraid of me even if wearelike this, because I love you. I’ll never hurt you, Liv. I willonlylove you.”
It’s helping her. Hearing these things from me is helping her. I can feel it. There’s a difference between an anxious heartbeat and a thrilled one, between hands gripping out of fear of being closer and gripping out of theneedto becloser. And I can feel that difference from her.
I keep my hips still between her legs, but I kiss her as deeply and hotly as I want to. She reciprocates perfectly, so perfectly; I feel in this, too, that her nervousness has ebbed.
The deliberate locking of her legs around me practically moans it.
No, that’sme—and her—we’remoaning because I’ve been shifted deeper and…damn….
Stay still,I order myself as I shudder out a breath.Let her….
She consumes me with another deep kiss, fiercer than before. I delve into it. My hand leaves her face to flatten down her neck, over her breast—a gasp pulls her back into an arch and I dip my hand into it, lift her higher to me just for one careful second.
She all but whimpers, “Oh my God,” into my mouth.
My hand goes around her thigh now. “Liv, baby, who am I?”
“Landon,” she answers with emotion in her tone and in her fingertips, which press purposeful tracks down my chest and under my arms until they’re on my back. “You can…” her lips touch a kiss to mine, “…you can keep going.”
I don’t waste a second, but I don’t rush back into our pace from before, either. Going slow with her sounds good as hell right now.
I prop up enough to see her face while I do it and, God, she’s just—the way she looks in this stormy light with her hair spilled across the bed and color in her cheeks, her smoldering eyes drifting from my face to where I’m taking my time rocking in and out of her…. I watch a moan move up her throat and leave her kiss-swollen lips.
Glorious. That’s what she is.
But even though she looks and sounds and feels like she’s enjoying this as much as I am, I breathe out, “Liv, remember I’ll stop anytime you want. We can do this any way you want.”
Her eyes find my face again, and a smile forms within their burn.
“Thank you,” she breathes back.
I can’t resist kissing her.
I worry a little that lowering my chest back to hers will make her feel trapped, but it doesn’t seem to. In fact, she holds me tighter, parts her lips against mine, moves her hips with mine like she loves it.
It helps me relax. My urge to protect her unfurls a bit, makes some room for my earlier desire to make her feel even better than I did that one night.
She relaxes, too; I still check that she’s okay, and she’sbetterthan okay, and it’s a magnificent thing. Just like before, we get more confident the longer we go, because Liv-Andria and I…we aregoodtogether, and there is no containing it.
And I meant it when I said some time ago that I wouldn’t mind having to be discreet in bed, but I’m damn glad we don’t have to this first time—everything she does sends a searing jolt through my nerve endings and I can’t be quiet about it, and I currently wouldn’t be able to live without the sounds I keep getting out of her. Most of them are soft and pretty, but a few fire straight up from wherever I’ve done something she can’t stifle her appreciation of: my mouth bold on her chest or my hand gentle between us. When she unwraps her legs from around me, she lets me hook my arm under one of them before I plant my hand on the bed. My next slow slide home inside her earns me a moan so loud it echoes off the walls.
