Page 129 of Finding Olivia (Trace + Olivia 1)

“No,” I tried to steady my breathing. “Just surprised me. It feels good. Keep going,” I encouraged.

“Are you sure?” He pushed my hair off my forehead. “I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

I nodded. He moved his hips, slowly at first, and then gradually grew faster. Sweat dripped off his body and he gritted his teeth.

I held onto his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist as my toes curled.

He reached between us, and rubbed his thumb over my clit, sending me over the edge once more.

I repeated his name as all other words left me.

His fingers dug into my hips.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped. “I’m close.”

He pumped faster and I felt my core tightening again.

At the same time, we cried out each other’s names, and collapsed into a tangle of arms and legs.

He kissed the end of my nose tenderly, and pulled me against him so we were chest to chest, facing each other.

“I think my couch is proving dangerous to us,” he chuckled. “That’s twice it’s led to us ending up in bed together.”

I laughed too, trailing my finger down his chest. “I think I like your couch.”

“It has its perks,” he kissed my forehead. “Our hot chocolate’s going to be cold now.”

“How can you think about hot chocolate right now?” I giggled.

“Because,” he rubbed his nose against mine, “it’s hot chocolate. The greatest drink on the planet. I mean, how can you go wrong with liquid chocolate?”

“I can’t argue with that.” I circled a finger around the tattoo over his heart.

“I’ll get it and bring it in here,” he stood, disposing of the condom, and pulled on his boxers. He grabbed a long sleeve plaid button down shirt from his dresser and threw it at me. “Here, put this on.”

“Why?” I asked, sitting up, shrugging my shoulders into the shirt. The material was soft and warm. It smelled of Trace…like leather and mint, mixed with detergent.

“If you keep laying around naked I won’t be able to control myself,” his eyes narrowed, “and I like to take my time with you…to savor every inch.”

I shivered as I buttoned the shirt.

“I’ll be right back,” he tapped the door on his way out.

I scooted back on the bed and propped one of the pillows up so that my back wouldn’t be digging into the wood headboard.

I heard the sound of the microwave whirling and the smell of hot chocolate infused the air once more.

Before the microwave dinged, I heard him open it, and remove the cups. He came strolling into the room with the two mugs. He looked absolutely delicious with his hair mused and his boxers hanging low on his hips. I had thought Avery was crazy when she called guys delicious, but I understood now.

“I tried not to get it too hot,” he handed me the black mug with the yellow Batman logo on it. He kept the bright green one that had Yoda on one side and said, ‘May the force be with you,’ on the other side.

I took a hesitant sip. Despite what he had said, I was worried it would be scalding, but it was the perfect temperature.

“This is the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had,” I informed him with a smile, leaning back against the pillows. “I don’t normally like it, but this is really yummy.”

He gasped, stretching his legs out in front of him. “First ketchup and now hot chocolate! I don’t think I can date you anymore.”

“First off, I said this was good,” I pointed to the mug in my right hand, “and secondly, ketchup is disgusting.”

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