Page 32 of His To Unravel (His & Hers Duet #1)

TWENTY-ONE

nathaniel

The movie credits roll on, forgotten. My entire world narrows to Olivia and the words that just tumbled from her lips.

“I’m falling in love with you.”

The echo of her confession reverberates in my chest, a perfect, shattering symphony. I’ve imagined this moment so many times—worked tirelessly, obsessively, to bring her here—and yet, nothing could have prepared me for the reality of finally hearing the words.

Olivia. My Olivia.

My gaze rakes over her beautiful face, drinking her in like it’s the first time.

Her cheeks are flushed, her lips slightly parted, still trembling from the gravity of her admission.

The soft glow of the room wraps around her like a halo, but it’s the look in her eyes that undoes me.

She’s finally let the last of her walls fall, and she’s mine in a way she hasn’t been before.

All this time, I’ve been more patient than I ever thought myself capable of, revealing to her only the pieces of myself she could handle. But now, I want to show her everything. She trusts me, wants me, and I want to consume her in turn.

“ Olivia ,” I breathe, reaching for my girl, my fingers brushing across her cheek, needing to touch her. I don’t miss the way her pupils dilate, the way her breath hitches. “I want you.”

“Then have me,” she whispers, looking straight into my eyes—and the last vestige of my control snaps.

My mouth crashes onto hers, fierce and hungry. She clings to my shoulders, her fingers digging in as if she can’t bear even a moment’s separation.

She meets my hunger with her own. Little whimpers and moans spill from her lips without a hint of restraint, setting my blood alight with need.

I deepen the kiss, my hands skimming down her sides, gripping her waist hard enough to bruise. She gasps when I pull her onto my lap so that her luscious thighs straddle mine.

My lips leave hers, trailing down her jaw to her neck, tasting the delicate skin there. In response, she begins grinding down against me, swiftly making me painfully hard.

“Fuck,” I breathe against her throat as she tilts her head to give me better access.

She’s panting now, her fingers tangling in my hair as I bite down gently on the sensitive spot just beneath her ear.

Her reaction is unlike anything I’ve heard before—a low, wanton moan that leaves no doubt she’s surrendered completely. The sound shoots through me like lightning, going straight to my dick.

I want to hear more of it, so I move to her collarbone, nipping at the soft curve there. She rewards me with a breathless whimper, her hips pressing harder against me in response.

My hands, already buried beneath the hem of the oversized sweater— my sweater—move with purpose, dragging roughly over the smooth skin of her back as though I can brand myself onto her.

She gave herself to me, and I want to tear through every layer of my gift until there’s nothing left but her bare, perfect surrender.

The fabric gathers easily beneath my palms as I ease the sweater over her head, my eyes greedily roving over every inch of skin revealed. My gaze drops instantly to the swell of her breasts—bare, no bra.

A low growl rumbles in my throat. “You weren’t wearing anything under this the whole time?” I ask, letting the sweater drop carelessly to the floor.

Her lips quirk as she brushes her hair back coyly. “It’s more comfortable,” she replies breezily, feigning innocence, though the blush creeping across her chest betrays her.

“More comfortable,” I echo darkly.

I don’t even try to hide the way my eyes devour her. Her breasts—perfect, soft, flushed—are crowned by tight, aching peaks that practically beg for my mouth.

I palm one appreciatively, then the other, my thumb brushing over her nipple. She gasps, arching into my touch, her body offering itself without thought.

Mine, I think savagely.

I lower my head and take her into my mouth, savoring the way she shudders against me, the way her fingers thread desperately into my hair. Her sweet little whimper shoots straight to my cock.

I drag my mouth away with a final flick of my tongue over her nipple, feeling her tremble, and let my hands drift lower—following the curve of her hips until I reach the waistband of her leggings.

“Let’s see what else you find comfortable,” I murmur.

I don’t wait for her permission. I hook my fingers in the fabric, pulling hard enough that the material slides over her skin in one swift motion. She shifts just enough to help me, lifting her hips as the leggings slip lower. And when they pool at her ankles, I realize—no panties.

My breath stills as my hands run along the smooth expanse of her legs. “Jesus, Olivia,” I rasp, staring ravenously at her pussy—bare and glistening, aching for me .

She leans in to press her lips to mine again, and I sink into her mouth, kissing her back long and deep as I wrap an arm around her body and pull her tighter against me. The need to be inside her hits hard and sudden.

Without breaking the kiss, I grip her hips, holding her to me as I rise from the couch. She gasps softly against my lips, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively as I carry her across the room.

I kneel, lowering her carefully onto the plush rug in front of the fireplace. The second her back meets the floor, my hands are already at the hem of my shirt. I strip it away without hesitation, along with my pants and briefs, desperate to feel her skin against mine.

She’s spread out before me like an offering I can’t resist. I slowly rake my gaze over her, drinking my fill of her supple curves while I stroke my cock.

I rise and turn to grab a condom from the bedroom.

“No, don’t go!” Olivia calls out.

I stop and turn back toward her.

“I don’t want anything between us. Not anymore.” She reaches between her legs and uses two fingers to part her slick folds, baring herself to me. “Fuck me bare, Nate. Please, I want to feel all of you.”

I don’t think. I don’t breathe. I just fall to my knees in front of her, helpless against the magnetic pull of her body calling to mine.

For a moment, I simply stare—devouring her with my eyes, my hands flexing uselessly at my sides. Because if I touch her now, I might not have the strength to stop.

My heart lodges itself in my throat. “Baby, I’d kill to be with you in that way but?—”

“I’m clean, and I have an IUD,” she rushes out. “As long as you are too…” She rises onto her elbows, looking up at me with those doe eyes of hers. “Please, Nate. Fuck me bare. I want you this way. ”

My cock twitches, aching to do exactly that. But I shake my head, forcing myself to be the voice of reason. “I won’t be able to pull out of you.”

“Good,” she breathes—and then she leans forward to lick my abs.

Fuck. Me.

That’s all the permission I need.

I push her back down onto the rug, covering her body with mine. I take her face in my hand, my fingers splayed across her jaw, making sure she listens to what I have to say before we go past the point of no return.

“I haven’t been with anyone in over a year,” I rasp, my forehead pressing briefly against hers.

Since the day I first laid eyes on you.

“I’m clean, but you have to know—once we do this, you’re mine. I swear, baby, I’ll die before I let you go. Tell me you understand.”

She nods as much as she can with my hold on her. “I told you, I’m already yours.”

Her hand wraps around the base of my cock, squeezing just enough to make my hips jerk. “But are you mine?” she whispers, her voice breathless, so fucking hopeful it almost kills me.

I brace one hand beside her head, my hips surging forward just enough to nudge the head of my cock against her slick, begging entrance.

“I’ve never belonged to anyone the way I belong to you,” I swear hoarsely before crushing my mouth to hers. The kiss is raw, messy, almost savage—because I can’t fucking stand the thought of her doubting what she means to me.

When I pull away, we’re both panting.

“My precious girl, I need to take you now.”

“Yes,” she whispers, tilting her hips to meet me.

With one hard thrust, I sheath myself inside her. Her pussy stretches tight around me, gripping me like she was made to take me.

The shock of finally feeling her slick heat around me without any barrier overwhelms my senses. My fingers tighten on her hips, digging deep as I fight to keep myself from rutting into her.

I’ve never done this before—never been inside anyone without protection. I never wanted to.

But Olivia asked for this. She gave me something I hadn’t even realized I was craving. And now, buried inside her, with nothing between us, it hits me just how right it feels.

For a reckless moment, I let myself imagine it—coming inside her, leaving something of myself buried deep. The thought of Olivia carrying a piece of me in the most irrevocable way—sends a bolt of possessive hunger through me.

I shove the thought aside, focusing instead on the way her hips roll instinctively beneath me, her body seeking more.

Fuck .

“That’s it, baby,” I groan, gazing down at her, mesmerized. “Keep moving your hips like that for me.”

Her eyelids flutter, a moan tumbling from her lips as she obeys, rolling her hips in slow, delicious circles. Watching her use my cock to seek pleasure for herself is making my brain short-circuit.

“You’re so wet for me, Olivia,” I rasp. “I feel it all over my dick.” She sucks in a breath and her eyes widen, her hands flying to her tits, kneading the swollen flesh.

She wants to play, doesn’t she?

“Keep touching yourself,” I growl, barely recognizing my own voice.

She moans as she begins tugging her nipples, her back arching, a silent plea written in the curve of her body.

I’m done holding back.

I wrap my hands around her ankles, guiding her legs upward, parting them wide as I position myself deeper between her plush thighs.

The angle opens her to me completely, a perfect invitation. I thrust into her with the full force of my body.

She cries out at the new depth, at how my cock stretches her open.