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He carries me to the living room, not bothering with the stairs, and deposits me on the couch with surprising gentleness given the storm brewing in his eyes. Then he's on his knees before me, pushing my thighs apart with firm hands.
"Need to taste you." He's already working on dragging my panties off. "Need to show you how much I fucking love what you did tonight."
I lift my hips to help him slide them down my legs, my heart racing at the raw desire in his expression. "Greyson?—"
"Shhh," he cuts me off, pressing open-mouthed kisses up my inner thigh. "Let me worship you the way you deserve."
The first stroke of his tongue against my center has me arching off the couch, a startled cry escaping my lips. He holds my hips firmly, keeping me exactly where he wants me as he devours me with single-minded focus.
"So perfect," he murmurs against my sensitive flesh. "So brave. So fucking mine."
His words send shivers through me, the pride in his voice as intoxicating as his skilled mouth. When he slides two fingers inside me while sucking gently on my most sensitive spot, stars explode behind my eyelids.
"That's it," he encourages as I come apart for him. "Let go for me, Livie. Let me feel how much you want this."
My release crashes through me, my body convulsing around his fingers. But he doesn't stop, doesn't relent. If anything, he increases his efforts, drawing out my orgasm until I'm gasping his name, my hands fisted in his hair.
When he finally pulls away, his chin glistening with the evidence of my pleasure, his expression is one of pure male satisfaction. "Bedroom," he commands, already lifting me into his arms. "Now."
This time we make it upstairs, though barely. He strips me with efficient movements, his own clothes following in a hasty trail across the floor. When he presses me back onto the mattress, his body covering mine, I feel the hard length of him against my thigh.
"Need you," he growls, positioning himself at my entrance. "Need to be inside you."
He enters me slowly, filling me completely. The fullness is exquisite, a perfect counterpoint to the tenderness with which he cradles my face.
"Do you understand what you do to me?" he asks, his voice rough with emotion as he begins to move. "Seeing you stand up for what's right. Seeing you protect our family."
Each thrust punctuates his words, driving them home as surely as he drives himself deeper into my body. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him closer, meeting him movement for movement.
"You're everything," he continues, his pace increasing as passion overtakes him. "Everything I never knew I needed. Everything I'll kill to protect."
His hand slides between us, finding the bundle of nerves at my center with unerring accuracy. "Come with me," he demands, his rhythm faltering as he nears his own release. "Let me feel you, Livie."
The combination of his words, his touch, and the perfect angle of his thrusts sends me spiraling over the edge again. This time he follows immediately, my name a broken cry on his lips as he empties himself inside me.
For long moments afterward, we lie tangled together, his weight a comforting pressure as our heartbeats gradually slow. When he finally shifts to his side, taking me with him, his expression turns to something tender and vulnerable.
"I meant it," he says quietly, brushing damp hair from my forehead. "What you did tonight, standing up for Xavier, and delivering justice your way, it means everything."
"I was just doing what needed to be done," I reply, tracing the lines of the tattoo on his chest. "What anyone would do."
"No." He shakes his head, his eyes serious. "Not everyone. Most people would look the other way, or make excuses, or leave it to someone else to handle." His hand cups my cheek. "But not you. Never you."
The pride in his voice makes my heart swell. "I'm learning from the best," I tell him with a smile.
His answering smile is devastating. "Fierce, loyal, unstoppable." He presses a gentle kiss to my lips. "God, I love you."
The words, still new between us, send warmth spreading through my chest. "I love you too."
Chapter
Fourteen
Olivia
The next morning, I'm arranging products on the shelves when the bell above the salon door jingles. I look up, a generic greeting forming on my lips, but the words die in my throat.
"Harlan? Cole?" I practically shriek, dropping the bottle of shampoo I'd been holding.
