I set down my mug and go to help her hang the lights. We decorate the tree together with shiny glass balls and ornaments Liv has collected over the years. She tells me where to hang the mistletoe and spreads the holly over the fireplace mantel, then digs around for the stockings.
I sit on the sofa and watch her for a few more minutes. When the decorations are finished, glittery and sparkling, I crook a finger at Liv.
“Come here.”
She sits beside me and folds her body against mine, her hand sliding over my thigh. I tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her head up to mine for a kiss. She tastes like chocolate, her breathy sigh warm against my mouth before she eases back to look at me.
I know that look in her eyes. It’s a look that makes my blood heat.
“It’s been too long,” she says.
I take her wrist. “You feel okay?”
“Fine. My hand doesn’t hurt at all anymore. I just… you know. I miss you.”
Ah, hell.
I tuck my fingers beneath the waistband of her jeans. “How about I just make you feel good?”
“You always make me feel good. But I want you, Dean.” She shifts around until she’s facing me and straddling my lap, a position that makes me burn. “Badly.”
“Liv.”
“Come on.” She rocks her hips. “Fuck me.”
Christ. Raw words from her pretty mouth, and I’m hard in an instant.
She starts working the buttons on my jeans. Her nipples tent her sweater, and her breathing is getting faster. Just watching her get turned on makes me hotter.
By the time she has my prick in her hand, I know I’m done for. She moves off my lap and kneels on the sofa beside me.
“It’s always so good with you.” She swipes her tongue across the head of my cock. “Especially when it’s been a long time.”
A bolt of shame, embarrassment, hits me hard. It’s been a long time because I fucked up. I let my screwed-up relationship with Helen dictate how I treated the love of my life.
I kept a big secret from Liv because I wanted to protect her. I only ended up hurting her, driving her to kiss another man. If things hadn’t blown up when they did, who knows what else might have happened…
A growl starts low in my chest. Possession and lust flood me. I grab Liv’s hair and yank her up to me, kissing her hard enough to make her gasp in surprise. Although some part of me is aware enough to be mindful, I’m none too gentle as I slide off the sofa and bring us both to the floor.
Not only does Liv not care, she wraps her arms and legs around me like tentacles and opens her mouth under mine. My prick pulses hard against her thigh. She twists her hips.
“Take off my jeans,” she says, reaching for the hem of her sweater. She pulls it over her head, and my heart kicks into high gear at the sight of her breasts straining against her bra.
She unwraps her legs from my waist and rises onto her elbows to watch as I yank her jeans off. I press my hand between her thighs. Heat burns through her panties. She spreads her legs, watching me. As much as I want to rip her underwear off and sink into her, I want even more to make her beg. I slip a finger beneath the elastic of her panties and tease her cleft.
A visible shudder ripples through her. I nod toward her bra.
“Now you take that off.”
She flicks at the clasp, and the white straps falls off her shoulders. Jesus. Every time I see her naked breasts, I can’t wait to touch them, pinch her nipples, feel them pressing against my chest. Can’t wait to watch them bounce in time with my thrusts.
I stop, my breath hard. Liv stares at me, then reaches for the drawer of the table beside the sofa. She grabs the package of condoms inside, rips one open, and moves back toward me. Her face is all flushed with heat, her hair spilling around her shoulders as she rolls the condom onto my erection.
“Dean.” Her voice is strained.
“Tell me.”
“I want you.” She lies back and stretches her arms over her head in a pose that’s sexy as hell.
“Say it.” I pull her panties down her legs.
“Fuck me.” She hooks her feet around the small of my back. “Please.”
I move between her thighs. Our prolonged abstinence makes the flame of pleasure stronger. I sink my cock into her, all thought dissolving into pure urgency as her hot tightness grips me. She shifts, opens wider, grabs the sides of my head and pulls me down closer.
Her tongue pushes into my mouth as I thrust into her. Need boils through me. She hugs my hips with her thighs and bucks upward. It won’t last long, not for her or me.
I brace my hands on either side of her head and pump harder. My head spins with the sensation of her clenching around my shaft. My whole body tightens with pleasure.
“Oh, Dean.” Her fingernails rake my back. “Dean.”
I slide a hand down her stomach, through her damp curls to her clit. Liv moans, her fingers digging in harder as I start to rub. Her body tenses, her breath catching hard in her throat, and then she sinks her teeth into my shoulder and comes hard and fast.