Page 11 of His To Unravel (His & Hers Duet #1)

“You know,” I murmur, “you’re worth far more than you give yourself credit for, Olivia. More than anyone else here could appreciate.”

The sincerity in my tone stems from something I hadn’t anticipated feeling this strongly. And as she looks up at me, I watch the self-doubt in her expression flicker, momentarily replaced by something more trusting, something that hints at belief.

Her eyes drop briefly to my mouth before returning to meet my gaze, and in that moment, I feel the final barrier between us crumble.

She leans in, a soft, tentative brush of her lips against mine, light as a whisper, but it’s all I need.

My hand moves to the back of her neck, pulling her closer as I press my lips to hers, feeling the weight of her surrender. Her hands fist my shirt as she leans into me fully, her lips growing bolder, more certain. I shift, guiding her onto my lap, letting the intensity of the moment spiral higher.

She breaks the kiss as her mouth falls open and a little pant escapes, surprised by our proximity in this new position. Her hands land on my shoulders to steady herself.

“Is this okay?” I ask, my voice low, breath ragged.

She’s already rocking her hips—slow, unconscious movements that spark a fire in me. I feel her, warm and pliant, molded to me like she belongs there.

“I—” She blinks, one of her hands drifting to my jaw, stroking absentmindedly as she seems to slip into a lust-induced haze.

I press my palm to her waist. “I want to feel you,” I murmur, deciding I don’t want to give her a chance to deny me. “Please don’t make me let go.”

I am close to begging. She feels too good. My fingertips dig into the slope of her hips, her thighs snug around my waist, her breasts pressed tight to my chest.

“I won’t,” she whispers, her hips still rocking into me.

Truth be told, she isn’t going anywhere until I allow it, but I am certainly pleased by her acquiescence.

I gather the hem of her sweater dress up to her thighs, allowing her legs to fall open, her center molding to my steadily growing erection.

I cup her nape, giving it a gentle squeeze. “That’s my good girl.”

The sound she makes—half whimper, half sigh—pours molten heat through me. She goes boneless for a moment, melting into me. Interesting.

I bury my face in her hair, breathing her in, unable to help myself. She always smells amazing—as fresh and delicate as lilies in the morning air, yet grounded by notes of bergamot and sandalwood. But this close, her scent is positively intoxicating.

“You’re mine now, Olivia,” I rasp against her neck, her pulse fluttering under my lips. “No one else will have you.” I draw her skin between my lips, sucking and licking. She’s silk beneath my tongue. I bite gently, primal instinct driving me to leave a mark on her.

She gasps and her thighs try to close, clamping tighter around me. The feel of her clenching around nothing, already so sensitive, drives me insane.

My cock hardens into an aching, steel mast threatening to punch through the zipper of my pants. I grip her hips and move her over my length faster, harder.

“Nathaniel,” she moans softly, just for me. “I’ve never done anything like this before…” She lets out a breathy sigh as she drops her head to my shoulder.

Letting my lips graze her ear, I murmur, “But you like it.” It isn’t a question. I know it to be true, especially with the vise-like grip she has on my waist.

“I do,” she admits so very sweetly. “I always feel so good when I’m with you.”

My palms move to her ass, taking two handfuls, holding her tight against me. “Then don’t hide from me, let me see your gorgeous face.” I thrust upward, her panties and my jeans separating me from where I want to be. It is an exercise in control—but I’d sooner die than stop now.

Obediently, she lifts her head as breathy pants escape her lips. Her moans pick up and so does her rhythm, her body rolling sensually against mine .

My mouth travels along her jaw and I tug her earlobe between my teeth. Then, I hear it?—

“ Nate. ”

A single syllable, soft, like a breath meant only for me, but it hits me like a force.

The sound of it ripples through me, striking somewhere deep.

My hands tighten around her hips. I lean in, brushing my lips against her mouth, feeling her shiver against me.

“Say it again,” I say, the words a command and a plea all at once. I need to hear it. I need to feel the way it settles around us, binding her to a part of me that no one else will ever touch.

“Nate,” she whispers again, and the sound wraps itself around my senses, filling every quiet space with new, unexpected intimacy.

“Use me, Olivia.” I squeeze her ass and press her down on my erection. “Take what you need. Come for me.”

I see the submission on her face as she begins rubbing herself harder on my straining cock, rutting her hips in earnest, like her life depends on it.

I feel it all over her body when she finally comes undone in my lap, her limbs shaking, body quivering. She dips her head down to muffle her cries against my neck, and I hold her through all of it as she mewls my name over and over.

“That’s my good girl,” I rasp, stroking her hair and kissing wherever I can reach. At the sound of my praise, she makes a noise that sounds like a purr as she nuzzles me and pushes deeper into my hold.

Minutes pass and Olivia’s hot breath on my skin soothes me into a stupor.

She’s gone limp against me and as I hold her, an unshakable certainty settles over me. She’s mine.

Her breathing begins to slow as she comes down from the high of her release. With her body curled up in my lap, still so close, it makes my own restraint feel almost punishing .

She shifts slightly, lifting her head, and I can feel the slightest tension start to settle in her, a blush creeping over her cheeks as realization dawns on her.

She clears her throat softly, her voice small but laced with a hint of playful embarrassment. “I, um… I guess I left you a bit…unattended,” she mumbles, her gaze dipping down, avoiding my eyes.

I let out a low chuckle, brushing a finger along her jaw, guiding her gaze back to me.

“Olivia,” I say, my voice gentle but unwavering, “this isn’t about me.

” I let my thumb graze over her cheek, enjoying the way she shivers under my touch.

“Seeing you trust me enough to come undone like that is more than enough.”

Her blush deepens, her fingers fidgeting as if unsure of where to settle. She opens her mouth, perhaps to respond, but I don’t give her the chance.

“But,” I add, a faint edge slipping into my voice, “if you feel the need to apologize for something, maybe it should be for shutting me out this past week.”

I smile at the stunned look on her face, the tremble in her breath as she tries to regain her bearings. “I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I shouldn’t have done that. I just… I’m used to handling things on my own. And I wasn’t sure what this was—what we were.”

The honesty in her voice hits somewhere deep. I squeeze her hand, my gaze unwavering. “Promise me you’ll come to me next time.”

A small, hesitant smile spreads across her face, and it stirs something deep within me. “I will,” she promises, her fingers lacing through mine with a certainty I’ve been waiting for.

Then, to my absolute delight, she glances up and asks, “Would you like to have dinner with me?”

Without hesitation, I nod and say, “I’d love that.”

Her cheeks flush as she adds shyly, “Could we go back to the diner?”

The grin that tugs at my mouth is immediate. “Of course,” I reply, watching her anticipation bloom before I press a kiss to her forehead. I can’t deny the gratification that fills me at the thought of her wanting to revisit that spot— our spot, as it would seem.

Each memory I help create, will be another layer to ensure our lives are so tightly woven together that hers becomes inextricable from mine.