Page 4 of Valor
“You worry too much.”
“You don’t worry enough.”
“I worry about important things.”
“This is important?” she asks with a laugh.
My hand slips down her stomach and her laugh chokes off. “Most important thing in my life.”
“You’re so full of it.”
“You’re gonna be full of it.”
“We’re going to get interrupted again if you don’t focus.”
“Oh, honey, I’ve never been more focused.”
I know we won’t have time for anything more than getting her off, but I don’t care. This was never about me. Seeing her enjoying herself is as good for me as it is for her.
“What about you?” she asks.
“Don’t worry about me. I wanna take care of you.”
Livvie starts to protest, but once my fingers find her slippery and waiting, she’s the one who loses focus. Her head tilts back against the wall, her eyes fluttering closed. Low, keening sounds come from deep in her throat.
“Better keep quiet,” I warn, and she bites her lip in response.
I like the way it looks so I bend down to kiss her, sucking her lip into my mouth, feeling those little mewls on my tongue. When I sense her getting close, I move my fingers from the little sensitive bud of her clit to slide two inside her. The moan she feeds me is long and dark and deep.
“That’s not what I’d call quiet,” I say against her lips.
Instead of answering, her hands come to my shoulders and her fingers dig in, her body going taut against mine.
Yes.
She begins to shake, quivers starting low in her belly, then I can feel her internal muscles squeezing tight around my fingers. I growl against her lips, pulling away to tuck my face into her shoulder. Any more and I’d be bending her over the bed and shoving deep inside her.
No, this is about her. We have plenty of time to take care of me…later.
“Oh fuck,” she says, and then I pull back to watch the orgasm wash over her face in waves.
I’ve never wanted her more than I do in this moment, but then again, that’s how I feel every time I have her in my arms.
I hold her until the tremors pass, until her breathing slows, and I press loving kisses along her hair. “Need that, huh?” I say against her skin.
She gives a little laugh. “I guess so.”
We both turn toward the unlocked door when we hear the little patter of feet coming up the stairs. “We’d better get dressed.”
Livvie frowns. “But…”
I can tell by the way she shifts from foot to foot she’s already needy again, which heats my blood even more. “Trust me, if we could I’d have you on that bed in a heartbeat.”
“Later?” she breathes, as she leans into me.
“You can count on it,” I answer.
Once everyone is dressed, sadly including Livvie, and herded into the car, I consider the afternoon a success. Cole may be complaining, and Phoebe’s hair may already be coming down in a strawberry blonde cloud, but at least they’re buckled in. Any reservations Cole may have had about attending a wedding have been washed away by his excitement at seeing his favorite people.