Page 16 of Blade's Return
“I really want you to,” she whispers, “but I don’t think you should.”
“You think too much,” I murmur—and then I kiss her.
Her lips are soft, warm, tasting faintly of chocolate from the dessert we had for dinner. The world goes still, the only thing real is her mouth under mine. The little sound she makes when my hand slides to the back of her neck wraps around my cock. Fuck, I could drown in her. The kiss quickly turns from mild to hot as hell. Her fingers move under my shirt as I deepen the kiss. Her nails press into my skin, adding a delightful sting to the fire her sweet tongue sliding against mine is already stoking.
“Blade,” she gasps as I move my lips down her jawline and to her neck. I rake my teeth against the tender flesh of her neck, nibbling on the area where her pulse is pounding. “Oh, God,” she whimpers.
I bring my hand under her shirt, letting my finger swipe against her nipple, kissing my way back to the shell of her ear. “I want you so fucking much, Livy,” I croon, as I use my fingers to pinch and pull her nipple.
“I don’t think …”
“It’s okay, Usdi. I’m not going to push you for more tonight. Anything that happens between us will be at your speed. I promise.”
Her hand comes up to cup the side of my face and her beautiful blue eyes capture mine. “I have some scars from the past. I don’t really want to talk about them right now, but I need time,” she says, pain present in her gaze that I don’t like. I want to demand she tell me what’s going on, but I know that’s not what she needs.
I shove down my hunger for her and slowly pull back, breathing hard. “Then we’ll keep going slow. Just one thing, though. I need you to tell me that I can see you tomorrow.”
“Please come see me tomorrow, Blade,” she says, smiling against my chest.
“Do you have plans?”
“I usually go grocery shopping, but I can go early if you want to come over,” she answers, and I like that she seems eager to spend the day with me.
“What time do you go grocery shopping?”
“Late morning.”
“Then I’ll come early and take you,” I respond. “We’ll get your shopping done, then we’ll grab dinner for the three of us.”
Her eyes brighten. “How about I cook after shopping?”
“I don’t want you to work on your day off, Livy.”
She shakes her head. “Cooking isn’t work. It makes me happy.”
I study her face, the little confident tilt of her chin. “Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.”
I give her another deep kiss—just much slower this time. She whimpers into my mouth. Fuck, I’m definitely getting addicted to this woman. Her body melts against me before I force myself to stop, resting my forehead against hers. “If we don’t stop Livy, I won’t be leaving. I need you too much.”
A flush rises on her cheeks. “I really want to, I promise. I just know I’m not ready.”
I grin. “Then get your sweet ass up and show me to the door.”
Olivia laughs, swatting at my chest, as she slowly gets up. I nearly groan as I watch her get up, her ass drawing my complete attention. I promise myself that one day I will bend her over a sofa and fuck her relentlessly, making sure to leave my handprint on her deliciously lush ass. When she turns around, I’m so hard that I have to quickly adjust myself while she’s not watching. Then, I follow her—eyes still glued to her ass—and fight the urge to pull her back into my arms. We’re halfway to the door when she suddenly gasps, “Oh no!”
“What?” I ask, watching as she rushes into the kitchen.
“I’m a moron!” she calls back. It takes her a few minutes, but she comes back, carrying a large plastic container. “I made a ton of peanut butter cookies and didn’t even put them out for dessert!”
I bend down and press a gentle kiss against her lips—mostly because I can’t stop myself from doing it. “If I’d known that, I wouldn’t have bought dessert from the bistro.”
“Theirs was probably better than my cookies,” she replies, blushing up at me.
I pop open the lid, grab one, take a bite. Immediately the taste of peanut butter and vanilla explodes. There are other tastes in it, too. I’m not good enough to ascertain each one of the individual flavors. I just know it’s the best damn cookie I’ve ever eaten. “Shit, Livy, this is so good.” Her laughter bubbles out, warm and proud when I lick a crumb from my thumb. “If your cooking’s anything like your baking, I’m in trouble tomorrow. I might just ask you to marry me so I can keep you barefoot, pregnant, and in my kitchen twenty-four-seven.”
Her blush deepens. “Blade …”
