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“That’s not exactly something I want to get used to, Bax.”

“Mmm.” He makes a sound in the back of his throat, then touches his mouth to mine before he lets me go. “See you in the living room,” he mutters, then without another word, he turns and walks out of the bedroom, leaving the door open.

I look down at Gemma when she groans and sprawls out on her belly, then pick my pajamas back up and dig out my shower bag, taking everything with me into the bathroom to change and take off my makeup.

When I’m done, I grab my long cardigan and put it on over my sleep set as I walk out into the living room. The lights are dim, the TV is on, and a fire is flickering in the fireplace beneath it, but there is no Bax. Or… I don’t think he’s there until I walk around the side of the couch and find him sprawled on his back with his head on one of the throw pillows.

As soon as he sees me, he grabs my hand and pulls me down with him, adjusting us so that my back is against the couch cushions, my head pillowed on his chest. His arm goes around my hip, and our legs tangle together before he reaches for the remote on the coffee table. I would like to claim that I relish in the fact that his hard body is under mine and that I can do with him what I like, but that would be a lie. Between his fingers smoothing up and down my hip and the steady beat of his heart against my ear, about five minutes into our show, my eyes get too heavy to keep open, and I fall asleep.

CHAPTER21

Olivia

I’m not sure what wakes me up, but it’s dark when my eyes open, and I feel wide awake like I slept a year rather than probably just the few hours I’ve been asleep. I also register that Bax once more carried me to bed without waking me and that his body is mostly under mine with his hand on my bottom, his other wrapped around my wrist, keeping me locked in place with my leg tucked between his.

If I were home and this happened, which it sometimes does, I would read until I was tired again, but I don’t want to wake the sleeping man lying beneath me by getting up and searching for my Kindle in my bag. As I lie awake, my eyes adjust to the darkness, and I force my hand free from Bax’s hold and slide it down his chest to his abs, then lift my thigh higher over his to get more comfortable.

As I’m moving, my knee brushes against his very obvious erection and my breath stills in the back of my throat. Of course, I know a guy getting hard even in sleep is completely normal and that it has nothing to do with me, but that doesn’t stop my body from responding.

Shifting my hips to ease the sudden ache between my legs, I feel my fingers twitch as I try to think about anything other than his erection. And I’m working so hard at trying not to think about it that I don’t realize he’s awake until he slides his hand down my arm and captures my wrist to move my arm down his stomach. I hold my breath as he places my hand over his erection and feel his cock jump in response.

He’s huge. I thought I had an idea of his size this morning when I saw him adjust himself, but as I move my hand under his boxers and wrap my fist around him—or at least try to—I know I was wrong. He’s thick and long, and he feels like silk over steel as I pump him from the base to the tip in a slow stroke that makes him groan. Wanting to hear that sound again, I slide my hand back down his cock, then gasp on the way back up when my hand is shoved away, and I’m rolled to my back, with his heavy weight settling between my legs.

“Bax,” I whimper against his mouth as it covers mine, and his hand cups my breast over my tank. I arch into him, wanting more, and he gives it to me by pulling his mouth from mine and nipping down my throat to my breast, yanking the material down and pulling my breast into his mouth. Latching onto his hair, I lift my hips into his, and with barely anything between us, I can feel him press right up against me.

He moves to my other breast while his hand slips between us and under the waistband of my shorts, then down between my legs.

“Oh God,” I breathe, pressing my head back against my pillow when he circles my clit, then slips lower to fill me with two fingers.

Letting my breast go with a pop, he comes back to my mouth but hovers just out of reach. “I need to taste this.” He emphasizes this with his fingers sliding out of me and back in.

No words come out of my mouth, but my body responds by tightening around his fingers while a moan I can’t control climbs up the back of my throat. Sitting back on his heels, he pulls his hand from between my legs, then grasps the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down my hips. Lifting my legs to one shoulder, he pulls them off.

“Get your top off, Oli,” he orders, grasping both my ankles but only moving one to his opposite shoulder.

Somehow, I manage to do as asked, even though it feels like I might come undone at the seams and my heart might pound out of my chest.

“Good girl.” He slides his hands down my shins to my thighs, then up to cup my breasts. With my bottom on his lap and my ankles still on his shoulders, I’ve never felt more exposed or more turned on in my life. Grasping the blanket, the only thing I can cling to, I wait, wondering if the anticipation of his touch might kill me. Letting my breast go, he leans over me, pushing my knees back to my shoulders, and takes my mouth in a deep kiss as his hands move to the backs of my thighs, then down, and he presses his hips into mine.

“Bax,” I whimper against his mouth.

“I like that.” He smiles against my lips, then I feel the scruff on his jaw scrape against my skin as he moves his mouth down my throat, between my breasts, to my belly.

I can’t see much in the dark, so when his hands spread my legs open and I feel his breath against me, I lose touch with reality. Digging my head into the pillow beneath me, I lift my hips to press my center against his talented mouth. Using his hold on my thighs, he spreads me open wider and eats me like a man starved—licking, sucking, nipping every part of me available to him.

When his thumb slides inside me, that tight knot coiled deep in my belly starts to come undone, and a tingle of pleasure spreads from my scalp down my spine and thighs. I chase the release I know is coming, grinding myself against his mouth and rolling my hips. I detonate on a gasp, moaning his name as my legs shake and stars fill my vision, even though my eyes are squeezed closed.

I’m panting for breath, and my body falls limply atop the bed as I feel his chin scrape against my thigh. I open my eyes when his body comes back over me, then lean up as he kisses me softly, and I slide my hand down his chest to his abs and over the front of his boxers.

“No,” he hisses against my mouth while capturing my wrist. “You touch me, this is over.”

Letting my wrist go, he brushes his lips across mine, then reaches across me, and suddenly, the light is on. I hear a drawer open. When he comes back with a condom, I lean up on my elbows and watch him first kick off his boxers, then rip the condom open with his teeth before sliding it down his length. My heart pounds, and my fingers tangle in the sheets as he moves back up my body and settles between my thighs.

“Is this okay?” he asks, pressing his chest against mine while he slides the head of his cock up and down through the wetness he’s created.

“Yes.” I squirm, lifting my hips, then I moan when he begins to sink into me slowly. Oh so slowly.

Wrapping my legs around his hips, I relish in the feel of him and slide my hands down his biceps, savoring it as his muscles bunch and release.

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