Fighting Solitude (On The Ropes #3)(47)

“What what?” she smarted, but her face paled.

Oh, she’d f*cked up. Big time.

She knew it.

And, now, I knew it too.

A heady combination of anger and excitement swirled through my veins as her words filtered through me. I’d relived that night hundreds of times over the last three weeks, and as I stared into her dark-brown eyes, I finally figured out what was going on with her. It was an answer I hadn’t even considered.

“You were awake,” I accused.

Her eyes grew wide, but she covered it with a healthy dose of attitude. “I didn’t exactly sleepwalk out of your room.”

A wave of heat brewed in the air between us. Her side was laced with panic—mine with feral need.

Looping an arm around her waist, I tugged her against me. Her body stiffened as I slid my hand down to splay across the small of her back. Her palms landed on my pecs, but she didn’t push me away.

“W-what are you doing?” she stammered.

She sucked in a fast breath as I leaned down and whispered, “Your nipples were first. That’s when you woke up.” I softly brushed my lips across her jaw.

I slipped my hand down to her firm ass, rocking her forward until her stomach made contact with my stiffening cock.

She squeaked in surprise but didn’t back away.

“You were awake when I pushed into your shorts.” I paused to capture her gaze. The corner of my mouth tipped up in a one-sided smirk. “You opened your legs for me, Liv.”

She gasped through parted lips. Her eyes dipped to my mouth and back again, but she said not a single word.

I continued. “You grabbed my cock. If I’d known you were awake, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”

She flinched again and swayed away.

Fisting a hand into the back of her hair, I stilled her retreat. “Because, if I had known any part of you wanted me, I would have been f*cking you senseless for the last three weeks.”

Her gaze shifted from heated to dark, and then I lost view of it altogether when I crushed my mouth over hers.

There was not one second of hesitation as her tongue snaked out, tangling with mine. Her moan vibrated in my mouth. I angled my head, taking it deeper, sealing our mouths so nothing—not even air—came between us.

Fucking finally.

Her hands roamed over my chest, exploring every inch, until sliding up the nape of my neck. Rolling her shoulders back, she pressed her breasts into me. A loud growl rumbled in my chest.

It wasn’t enough.

It was Liv.

Palming her ass, I lifted her off the ground. Her legs immediately wrapped around my hips, and a hiss escaped my mouth as she landed directly on my cock.

My knees didn’t buckle. Nor did I stumble. But we hit the mat all the same.

Breaking the kiss, I settled between her thighs. My lips drifted to the soft skin at the base of her neck. Her hips surged up, grinding a relentless rhythm over my cock. I was so f*cking hard that it was almost painful, but as my name tumbled from her mouth, there was nothing I wouldn’t have done to hear it again.

Pushing up on my hands, I glanced down between us to watch her writhing against me.

Liv.

Fucking Liv.

Fully clothed, riding my cock.

Not shy. Not timid. Not embarrassed.

Unapologetically taking, knowing there was nothing I wouldn’t give her.

Not now. Not ever.

When I looked back up, her head was thrown back and her eyes were screwed shut. That shit did not fly with me. She could lose herself in ecstasy with me for the next eighty years.

But, this time, she was with me. I wanted her eyes opened until her tight * milked the cum from my cock. Some things were better seen than heard. And I wanted her to witness the moment I claimed her as my own.

Then I wanted to witness the moment when she realized she didn’t need to claim me at all. I was already hers.

After a hard kiss, I bit her bottom lip as I pulled away. “Look at me.”

She obeyed, fluttering her lids open but not stilling her hips.

The warmth hit me so hard it knocked the breath from my lungs.

It also lit me ablaze.

Shoving her dress up to her stomach, I hooked a finger in her panties and pulled them aside. Finding her drenched, I didn’t delay in filling her with two fingers.

Her back arched off the mat as a strangled cry escaped her throat.

“Look at me,” I ordered again, dropping my thumb to her clit.

She didn’t.

She sat straight up and crashed her mouth into mine. Our teeth clanked together as she rocked against my fingers. Her tongue swept my mouth, deeper each time.

Oh, f*ck this.

Pulling out, I lowered her back to the mat. Her mouth was still attached to mine when I snatched my shorts down and freed my cock. Gripping the shaft, I glided the tip up to her clit then back down, poising myself at her entrance.

Releasing her mouth, I panted, “I don’t have a condom.”

I knew that Liv was on birth control. She had a stupid timer on her phone that went off every day at six p.m. to remind her to take it. Still, this was our first time together. She should be the one who made that decision.

“It’s okay. Please, Qua—” Her plea morphed into a moan as I planted myself inside her. Her hands slammed down at her sides, fisting imaginary sheets.

I hadn’t even moved yet and my balls were already drawing up with an impending orgasm.