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“Really?” Shock fills her tone as she twists her head to look at me. “I thought… I thought it was all just going to be gone.”
“No, sweetheart. Gopher and Mongrel were taking Jasper home and they’re going to pack up all of your things, plus grab the boxes of your parents’ belongings. Oh, and your cast iron skillet.”
She giggles and I have to bite back a moan when her full breasts bounce against my bare chest. In deference to her, I have a pair of sleep pants on, but since I usually sleep naked, I couldn’t make myself wear a T-shirt. “The best thing that ever happened to me was when you stopped on the side of the road and picked me up,” she says.
“Gotta say, I tend to agree with you.” Kissing her temple, I instruct, “Now, sleep, Livy. Theo might be wiped out, but I’m sure he’ll be up bright and early wanting to be fed and changed.”
CHAPTER
THIRTY
Olivia
I wake up slowly, warmth against my back and can feel a small smile playing at my lips when I remember it’s BamBam in bed with me. Seriously, though, he’s putting out so much heat, I’m slightly overheated. Or… it could be because I can feel his dick nestled against my ass and low back. Christ on a cracker, he’s huge if what I’m able to feel is any indication!
A different kind of heat begins coursing through me as every memory of our time together replays in my mind like a movie reel. Light guiding touches, soft grazes of his lips to my cheek, my forehead, the top of my head. Holding my hand. Carrying Theo and taking care of him as though he was the one who planted him inside of me. As my desire ramps up for the man currently sound asleep behind me, a small moan slips from my lips.
I want him.
I wantallof him. The good, the bad, and the ugly.
Because he’s shown me in a multitude of ways that he sees the real me and he wants me anyhow. He cares about me and Theo, something I remember Jasper screaming would never happen during many of his drunken diatribes.
Rolling over, I watch him sleep in the dim light of my bedroom. His face, usually somewhat harsh when he’s awake, has a softer look, as if all is right in his world. Reaching out with a finger, I lightly trace it across his beard, once again amazed at how soft it feels.
“You okay, Livy?” he asks, his voice raspy with sleep as his gaze meets mine.
“Um, yeah,” I mumble, as I feel my face heat up under his perusal.
“You can tell me anything, sweetheart,” he says, pulling me closer so we’re touching.
His bare chest against my pajama top has my nipples tightening which I’m almost positive he can feel. But it’s the hardening length that’s pressed against my lower abdomen and core that has a moan slipping through my lips.
I decide that I need to speak up about what I want, even if I’m scared shitless. Otherwise, how is he going to know Iwantto move forward? That I’m ready to take that next step? Taking a deep breath, I quietly ask, “Will you… will you make love to me, BamBam? Show me how it should be?”
“Are you sure?” he questions as his hand tightens on my hip.
Somehow, I instinctively know that if I threw my hand up and told him to stop, he would do so, and he wouldn’t get angry. Yet, I don’t want him to do that, so I reply, “Yes. I’m positive. Andit’s not because I asked you to stay last night. In fact, that wasn’t even on my mind.”
He’s silent for so long, I worry that maybe I overstepped somehow. Just as I’m about to say something to break the silence in the room, he leans in and kisses me. It starts out like many he’s given me in the past, but this time, when his tongue swipes across my lower lip, carefully avoiding the split, I open to him.
Holy crap, if just a kiss has me feeling the way I am right now, I’m concerned that I might combust when we go further! My heart is practically beating out of my chest as he deepens the kiss, and soon, our tongues are dueling as my hands clutch at his shoulders. When we finally break apart, I’m a panting, needy mess, especially since one of his hands is now underneath my pajama top, curled around my breast.
“You still good?” he queries.
“Mmhm.”
As a response, it’s kind of weak, I know, but I’m feelingallthe emotions right now, so it’s as good as it’s gonna get as far as I’m concerned. He must be satisfied with what he sees on my face, because he moves in again and begins peppering kisses along my jaw, then down my neck while his hand slides my top upward until my breasts are exposed to his gaze.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning in and capturing a nipple between his lips.
The soft, but abrasive feel of his beard against my skin soon has me squirming as he alternates between my breasts until both nipples are swollen and turgid. “Damn,” I whisper, my heart stuttering in my chest.
While I don’t want to think about Jasper with BamBam right here, I can honestly say I’ve never been this worked up in my life! My hands aren’t idle either, running across his muscular chest which has a smattering of chest hair that’s so dang sexy I could just scream in excitement like a teenager at a concert who's seeing her all-time favorite band perform for the first time.
“Want more?” he teases, grinning down at me. I nod and before I’m cognizant of what he’s doing, I’m completely bare to his gaze.
Part of me wants to hide my body from him, but the fact that I can feel his dick pulse against my thigh tells me that he likes what he sees. So, instead, I wait to see what he’s going to do next, anxiety and excitement warring inside of me.
