Page 51 of Time To Live Again

His rock-hard length moves against my thigh in the same rhythm as his finger.

“Leo, I want you inside me. Please.”

He looks into my eyes with passion and tenderness, still teasing me. My eyelids flutter from the exquisite pleasure. “I want that more than anything, but are you sure? There’s no pressure. I don’t have a condom with me.”

“Completely. I don’t want to waste time and regret not being with you. I’m negative and on the pill.”

“I’m negative too, and it’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman. Not sure how long I’ll last.” He grins.

I push curls behind his ears. “It’s been years for me. I don’t care how long it’ll last. Just give me all of you.”

He devours my lips and lifts his slick lower body off mine. I wrap my hand around his hard shaft, pulling a delicious groan from him. His hips move back and forth as I increase the surrounding pressure.

When he stops and lowers himself to my entrance, I guide him, and we watch as his length slides into me. I don’t know who moans louder. He stops to let me adjust. I nod when I’m ready and wrap my legs around him, encouraging him to move. When he rocks into me, I embrace him and follow his motions.

“I could live like this for the rest of our lives. Buried inside you. We were made for each other,” he mumbles into my neck, one hand cupping my breast.

Our movements quicken and become erratic, signaling we’re both close. He rests his hands on the sides of my head and locks his beautiful eyes with mine. His pace picks up, and he hits that special spot in me. I detonate without warning. That’s a first. Every nerve lights up and electricity pulses through my entire body, pushing him over the edge. Our blissed-out eyes don’t stray as we watch each other’s expressions of pleasure. The sounds we’re making are animalistic, and I hope the room on the other side of this wall is empty.

As our bodies come down from the euphoric high, we kiss with tender passion. He whispers my name. Our sweaty bodies cling tightly to each other, unwilling to let go.

Once our breathing slows down, our lips separate and our bodies’ tight grip relaxes. He caresses my cheek. “Olive, this changes everything.”

On the verge of tears, I say, “I hope so.”

As of this moment or since I got here, my life will never be the same.

And I’m so damn happy about it.

22

LEO

Olive steps out of the shower, her gorgeous body glistening with water droplets dripping from the ends of her hair onto her luscious curves. I hand her a fresh towel. My pulse spikes and blood rushes below when I see the marks I left near her collarbone. I couldn’t help myself. I want to mark her for the entire world to see that she’s mine. If someone asked me yesterday what word describes me, possessive wouldn’t have been one of them. I guess that has changed. But I was nice, and they’re out of sight.

I can’t get enough of her—I don’t think I ever will. The towel cinched around my waist doesn’t hide her effect on me. Not that I want to keep things from her anymore.

Her eyes give me an appreciative once-over, focusing on the tent under my towel. “Again? Seriously. You’re like a machine. Not that I mind.” She snickers, drying herself off. I wish I were that towel. Finished, she wraps it around and tucks the edge in the side to anchor it over her chest, showcasing her cleavage.

It’s almost embarrassing how desperate I am for her.

“I can’t help it. You rev me up. You turn me on like a light switch. You melt my butta, woman! I thought we were doing the no-pants dance.” I tease while shaking my hips, holding onto my towel. She tosses her head back and laughs. I love the sound.

“You’re too much,” she says, “but I love it.”

I lean against the doorframe and gaze at her intently as she towel-dries her beautiful hair, then brushes it. I realize I might look like a creeper. “Do you want some privacy?”

“No way. You stay right there, mister. I don’t want you out of my sight,” she demands with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “You’ll be sick of me by the time I leave.”

Not possible. My chest swells with an emotion I won’t reveal until the time is right. That could be today or two months from now. Yes, I’m confident that this is only the beginning for us. It’s an amazing feeling, but how will I handle being away from her for weeks on end?

She catches my eye in the mirror. “Not that I mind you looking all dreamy at me like I’m your favorite candy, but you have to stop. At least for now. You promised me we’d talk.” There’s a serious edge to her voice now.

“I know.” I resign with a sigh. “We will.”

“Good. I need to blow-dry my hair a little first.” She unwraps the towel hugging her body, flashing more of her beautiful skin, and puts on a white robe from the hotel. She pulls the dryer off the hook on the wall.

“Can…Can I do it for you?” The need to take care of her almost knocks me out. It’s unfamiliar but thrilling all the same.

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