Instead, our lips meet—tentative at first, exploring, learning. We’ve been kissing on and off for what feels like hours, and yet it’s still new. Every touch, every angle, it’s all new and exciting and I want more. So much more.
The soft press of our lips deepens, and soon, the space between us disappears entirely as I roll Olivia on top of me. My hands slide along her arms, slow and reverent, memorizing the feel of her soft skin, while her fingers curl into the pillow I’m resting on, holding me close.
The heat and need between us grows as our bodies move together, a dance of whispered sighs and soft gasps. Each touch is careful, unhurried, until it isn’t. Her movements become a little more frantic, and I’m cursing the fact that there are still bits of fabric between us.
I feel her shiver as my fingertips skim along her spine, causing her to moan with pleasure into my mouth. I’m harder than I’ve ever been before and I’m almost desperate to be inside her. Claiming her. Loving her. Pleasing her. I’m on the edge and I don’t think I can wait much longer.
I roll us over almost brutally and I hear her soft gasp of surprise. In the blink of an eye, her panties are gone, but it takes a little longer to kick my own shorts away. But once every barrier between us has disappeared, I pause. My forehead resting against hers, breathing her in.
There are so many things I want to say—how she makes me feel, how beautiful she is, how my self-control is hanging on by a thread—but she looks up at me, caresses my jaw, and says one little word.
“Please.”
And I’m no longer thinking; I’m doing exactly what we both want and need, and it’s better than anything I’ve ever felt.
It’s after midnight and we’re finishing our brownies when we hear a strange sound.
“What is that?” Liv asks.
It takes me only a few seconds of quiet to realize one of the dogs is crying and scratching at Roxie’s door. I go to stand up, but she stops me.
“What are you doing?”
“I should go and let whoever’s crying out.” I stand and pull my shorts back on and then grab a t-shirt out of the dresser.
“You don’t think Roxie’s going to do it?”
“I don’t know if you noticed how much she drank at dinner or how tired she was even before that, but…”
“I didn’t,” she says wearily. “I hope being here with all of us—especially now that you and I have sort of…you know…buddied up, that she doesn’t feel left out.”
Buddied up? Seriously? We just had some of the most mind-blowing sex of my life and she’s looking at me as a buddy?
There’s a bark in the distance, so that becomes my priority, but not before I lean in and kiss her soundly. “I’ll be back in a few.”
Scrambling from the bed, I watch as Olivia shimmies back into her panties and grabs her robe. “I’m coming with you.”
“Why?”
“Because if Roxie’s sleeping through all that noise, something’s wrong!”
“Good point.” I reach for her hand as we leave the room and head down to the second floor. When I open the door, Gunnar comes bolting out and runs down the stairs. “I’ll deal with him; you check on Roxie.”
She nods and goes inside as I jog down the stairs to find Gunnar scratching at the front door to go out.
“Okay, buddy. Give me a sec and I’ll grab your leash.”
It takes a few minutes for me to grab it and grab someone’s flip flops to slide on since all of my shoes are up in my room. Mike and Loren are still out in the hot tub and I kind of cringe because they’ve got to be super pruney by now.
Either that or they did it in the hot tub, and I don’t even want to think about that.
Luckily Gunnar barks frantically and I immediately get his leash on and let him drag me out the door and down the steps. He’s clearly on a mission and I just let him lead me to wherever he needs to go, but it still takes longer than I thought to get back to the house. As soon as we’re back, Gunnar runs straight back up to his room, and I run into Mike and Loren in the kitchen.
“Hey! We thought we heard someone,” Mike said before nodding to the dog. “How’d you end up on dog duty?”
I briefly explain about hearing the dogs and how Olivia was concerned since Roxie wasn’t waking up to hear them.
“She mentioned how tired she was a bunch of times when I carried her up earlier,” he explains. “But damn. That’s some deep sleeping if you don’t hear a dog barking in a small room.”
