Make her mine.
Right now.
Van
The last words I unwittingly spoke out loud echoed in the stillness of the cabin around us.
Liv gasped.
I stepped forward.
She stepped back.
Our gazes remained locked as I shrugged out of my hoodie, dropping it to the floor.
“Liv,” I pleaded, desire dripping from the one word. The distance between us was killing me.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
“You can. Please.”
She held up her hand, warning me not to move. “It can’t happen, Van. We can’t let it.”
“We can. I want you, Liv. I want you so much, I’m aching for you. Stop fighting it. Stop fighting us.”
“I-I can’t chance it.”
I edged closer. “It’s not a gamble, Liv.”
“What if…what if we don’t work?”
I risked reaching out and touching her cheek. “We already do, Liv. But you have to take the next step.”
“Which is?”
“Forgive me. Trust me. Trust this thing between us. Let me show you how good we are. How good we can be.”
She shuddered, her body trembling. Her head shook with denial, and I dropped my hand, stepping back. I sensed her fear, and I never wanted to elicit that emotion from her.
“You are forgiven,” she said. “Completely forgiven.”
But she couldn’t move on. I heard the unspoken words as loudly as if she’d said them. Pain lanced through my chest.
“I’m sorry,” I said, regret filling my voice. “I won’t bother you again.” I forced a smile to my face. “Still friends, Liv. Always friends.” I lifted one shoulder. “That will never change. I promise.”
I crossed the room, bending to pick up my hoodie, forcing down my disappointment and sadness. “We need to sit this storm out, and then we’ll head back.”
Liv’s voice was filled with agony. “Van.”
I looked up, not prepared for what happened next. Liv launched herself across the room, stumbling with her weak ankle, and I met her halfway. I caught her as she slammed into me, clasped her around the waist, and yanked her tight to my chest. Our mouths met in a series of blistering, passionate kisses. Desire hummed in my veins, the sensation of her body flush against mine sending me into a frenzy. I tugged on her shirt, pulling the material away from her damp skin, kissing every inch as it was unveiled. Her full breasts filled my hands, and I sucked on the hard nubs, easing away the cold and making her whimper. She moaned my name, the sound vibrating in her throat. It was my undoing. I needed to feel all of her skin against mine. In seconds, I tore the thin material of her tank, the fabric no match for my fists. Liv’s fingers fumbled and pulled, yanking away the material of my shirt that separated our skin, pushing it off my shoulders. Her full, soft breasts pressed into the hard planes of my chest and made me groan.
“Fuck, baby, I want you.” I licked and sucked at the fragrant skin on her neck. “Tell me I can have you. Right now.”
She tugged on my belt, releasing the leather, then pushed on the denim, the cold air of the cabin hitting my naked skin. I kicked out of my jeans, then I lifted her with one arm, the other busy pushing away her leggings and sneakers. I slid my hands over her rounded ass, cupping the firm cheeks. “Say it,” I insisted.
“Yes, Van, I want you. Now.”
In a few steps, she was under me on the lounger. I felt the cold of her body warming underneath mine, could feel the way her desire blossomed. She tugged at my hair, her restless hands all over my back and arms, pulling me closer, moaning my name.
“This is more than now, Liv. You need to know that,” I groaned against the delicate skin of her neck. “This follows us beyond here.”
“I know.” She kissed me, her mouth urgent.
“Tell me you want this,” I demanded. “Or tell me to stop now.”
“I want you, Van. All of you,” she replied. “Feel how much I want you.”
I slid my hand to her center, groaning at the heat and wetness.
“You’re so soft, Liv. So wet.”
“I’m always wet when I think about you this way, Van.”
Jesus.
“How often do you think of me?” I asked, pushing her open wider, caressing her more.
She pressed her lips to my ear. “Every time I see you. The way you move. How sexy you are. I imagine you inside me every single day.”
I grew harder, her words making me crazy. “You don’t have to imagine it anymore.”
She bucked against my hand. Circling her clit, I strummed gently as she threw back her head, gasping my name. I slid one digit into her heat, then another, groaning at the tightness. She was going to strangle my cock.
I was desperate to feel it.
Our mouths fused together as I worked her with my hand. Her tongue was nectar in my mouth, her breath hot and sweet. I fisted her hair, controlling her movements, controlling her, my need to have her building and growing.
She wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking me. Her thumb ran over my crown, circling slowly, spreading the wetness. Pleasure made me shudder, and I pulled my mouth from hers. She lifted her hand to her lips, her tongue darting out, licking her thumb.
“I want to taste more of you.” She sat up on her elbows. “I want to know how you feel in my mouth.”
My heavy breathing became erratic. The image of her with her lips around my cock made my head swim. I shook my head, knowing I wouldn’t last long. I was too far gone right now. “Soon, baby. Right now, I need to be inside you.”
She eased back, a vision against the leather. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen from my mouth. Her chest rose and fell in deep gasps of air. She stroked my thighs with her gentle hands. “Then take me. Make me yours.”
Her simple words were all I needed. “Protection,” I gasped. “My wallet. I want you to feel safe.”
She cupped my cheek. “I am safe with you. I know that.”
I met her gaze. “It’s been a long time for me, Liv. Over a year. I’m clean.”
“Then let me feel you.”
I pushed her farther up the lounger and nestled between her legs. The blunt head of my cock nudged at her entrance, and she lifted her hips to bring me closer. I wrapped her leg around my hips and slid inside of her inch by inch. Our gazes were locked, filled with passion and the discovery of each other as I sank into her. She groaned, the sound low and needy in her chest. I breathed her name. I stilled when our bodies were flush, savoring the heat and feel of her.
“Jesus, Liv. You feel fantastic.”
She arched her back in agreement. “Please, Van,” she begged. “I need you.”
“Hold tight, baby. I need you too.”
I took and she gave. I demanded and she surrendered. I begged and she responded. I drowned in her and she engulfed me. We moved and rocked. Fucked and loved. The lounger creaked in protest and I didn’t give a care if we ended up on the floor. I couldn’t stop. Liv surrounded me, her cries music to my ears, her body a temple I wanted to worship in for the rest of my life. Her skin was supple and smooth, her hair a mass of fragrant waves around us. Her body was rounded and full, rich and malleable under my hands. Despite the differences in our bodies, we meshed perfectly, her curves fitting to my muscles as if sculpted for me alone. The feel of her hands on my body was heaven. I had never felt touches so gentle and warm. They made me ache with a tenderness that overwhelmed me. Caught me off guard yet felt as if I had come home.