“Oh, yes, another perk. How is reading one of those? I can do that on my own,” she argued.
I walked us to the bed, bent forward, and slowly let her body dip into the mattress.
“Yes, you can, but then you wouldn’t get to listen to my sexy voice doing it.”
“You’re going to read to me?”
“We’re both going to read out loud.” I grinned.
“Like kindergarteners?”
“I’m fairly certain grade-school kids have never touched the book I picked out for us.”
“Oh.” Her eyes gleaned with interest. “Now, I’m intrigued. Is it sexy?”
Reaching into the drawer of my nightstand, I pulled out the book I’d ordered online after a particular late night of sexting with Liv. In an attempt to keep myself from running out the door to do a repeat of our window encounter, I’d come up with the perks idea.
It was no secret that Liv was experienced in the bedroom. How experienced? I didn’t fucking want to know. For most of her adult life, she’d convinced herself that relationships weren’t for her, and it was now my job to show her otherwise. Ever since lunch, I’d been showing her the many benefits of dating Jackson Reid.
Tonight, we would be reading in bed—with a twist.
“Erotic poetry?” Liv glanced at the title of the book I held in my hand.
“Were you expecting something with whips and chains?” I asked, flopping down on the bed with her.
“I never know what to expect from you,” she answered, rolling to her side.
“Exactly. Now, who wants to go first?” I gave her a challenging look.
“Give me the damn book.” She laughed.
Cracking the cover, she flipped through the first couple of pages, and she began searching the text of the poems, obviously trying to find the perfect one. Her eyes rounded and bugged as laughter tumbled from her mouth. Obviously, not all of them were great.
“Found it,” she finally said. “It’s an old one.”
“Good. Now, wow me.”
“‘Enthralled,’” she said, “by Alfred Bryan.”
“Teach me to sin— / In love’s forbidden ways,” she recited, her voice almost a whisper. “For you can make all passion pure; / The magic lure of your sweet eyes / Each shape of sin makes virtue praise.”
My skin tingled with every sound she made, and my mouth watered in anticipation of what was to come.
“Teach me to sin—” she repeated.
Dear God I wanted to.
“Enslave me to your wanton charms, / Crush me in your velvet arms / And make me, make me love you.”
My fingers inched toward her, reaching out to touch the exposed flesh where her shirt had crept up.
“Make me fire your blood with new desire, / And make me kiss you—lip and limb, Till senses reel and pulses swim. Aye! even if you hate me, / Teach me to sin.”
By the time she finished, I was nearly panting. Our eyes locked, and I saw that she was just as affected as me. Every word she’d recited was literary foreplay. When she’d read those words of lust and passion, her voice had turned into liquid sex, and I was suddenly dying of thirst.
“I really hope Noah’s asleep by now,” I said, pulling the book from her hand and tossing it to the floor.
“Why?” she purred.
“Because I’m about to fuck you so hard that the walls are going to shake.”
“A big fan of sexy poetry, Jackson?” she quipped.
I pulled my shirt up over my head. “Only when it’s coming from that dirty mouth of yours. Now, lift your dress, and show me your wanton charms.” I grinned.
She complied and slowly lifted the vibrant orange fabric up her thighs and over her stomach until she exposed her bare breasts, and then the dress fell to the floor.
That was one of the many things I loved about Liv. She wasn’t a huge fan of bras, and she often went without on many occasions. She was like unwrapping a mystery gift each time I undressed her. I never knew what I’d find—sexy lingerie or nothing but Liv. Either way, it would be the sexiest damn present I’d ever had.
“So beautiful,” I murmured before kissing a path along her neck.
I moved down her body and slid off the bed. I knelt beside it and tugged on her legs until her ass was resting on the edge. I reached for the silky panties around her waist and pulled until the last piece of clothing hit the floor, and she was bare. Like a desperate addict waiting for his next hit, my hands shook with need as I placed her legs around my shoulders and met her heated gaze.
“Never forget the way this feels, Liv, the way we feel together.”
Parting her thighs, I bent down and buried myself in her sweet, intoxicating body. She tasted like fine wine and honey delivered straight from Olympus, and I was the lucky bastard who got to enjoy it over and over again.
I’d told Liv never to forget us and how we felt together because I never would. This woman—her body, heart, and mind—had permanently altered me, and I never wanted to go back to the man I had been before.