Page 96 of Dream (Fighting Fate)

I’d lost count of the number of arguments I’d had with her over the last few weeks about her need to move to a safer location, but I wasn’t going to argue with her any more. The way I was feeling right now, I was ready to grab every belonging she owned and shove them in a fucking suitcase, and drag her ass out of here, compliant or not.

Jerking his head, Gardner stepped to the side. “Apartment 305.”

Drawing in a deep breath, I tried to calm myself down. It had been almost three weeks since I’d seen her, and the last thing I wanted to do when I saw her again was to argue. I would get my way, but first, I needed to have her in my arms.

Striding down the hall, I knocked on the door and waited. A few seconds later, the door was pulled open wide and Liv stood blinking up at me. The fact that she opened the door so freely scared the life out of me.

“Josh?” she said, confusion etched on her face. “What are you doing here?”

“I told you I was flying in today,” I said, stepping closer to her. “Did you forget?”

She took a step back with me, worry widening her eyes. “No, I . . . I just didn’t think you were coming here,” she said quietly.

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I continued forward, slowly working her inside so I could close the door. Taking her hand, I started toward the rear of the apartment, to where the bedrooms seemed to be. “Which room is yours?” I asked, eyeing the doors.

“The one on the left.”

Towing her inside, I closed the door and locked it before picking her up and pushing her against it, taking her mouth in a long overdue kiss.

As she melted against me, I coaxed her mouth open with my tongue, sliding it inside, stroking it over hers as I gently thrust my crotch against her. Liv moaned, her hands clenching in my hair and her legs locking around my hips.

This was one of the things I loved about her most. The way she got so lost and allowed herself to let go and just feel was the biggest turn-on there was.

As she broke the kiss to catch her breath, her head tilting back to expose her neck, I moved my hands under her dress, sliding my fingers under the edges of her panties, stroking their tips over her folds. I groaned at how wet she was, while she gripped me tighter, panting with need.

My cock ached, straining against my jeans, begging for a release.

Reaching between us, I fumbled with my fly, loosening it enough to grab a hold of my cock so I could place him where I needed him to be. Liv pushed herself higher, clinging to my neck, working with me so the tip slipped inside her, and then she slowly lowered herself down again, taking me all the way in.

I squeezed my eyes shut tight, stars exploding on the backs of my lids. “Fuck, baby. God, I want to come in you right now. You make me so fucking hard.”

Liv whimpered. “Oh God, Josh—”

I lifted her higher, pulling out a fraction, before thrusting harder. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I murmured against her open mouth. “You make me so fucking crazy.”

Moving her hips in short, frantic bursts, her body tightened, coiling, gripping, her breath growing shorter and shallower, until she was shuddering in my arms and she was gulping at the air, writhing in ecstasy.

“Fuck!” My body twitched, straining and releasing, pouring the tension of the last few weeks inside her.

Pressing my mouth against her shoulder, I struggled to catch my breath. I swore she had the ability to make me forget my own name, and that was saying something.

As she sagged against me, I drew her further into my arms, lifting her away from the door and carrying her to the bed. As carefully as I could under the circumstances, I lowered her to the bed, disconnecting us with the movement.

Tucking myself back away, I crawled over the top of her and kissed her softly. “Hi,” I said, grinning down at her.

Her gaze was glassy, her body still singing with pleasure. She smiled, running her hands under my shirt, stroking the skin on my lower back. “Hi.”

I kissed her again. “I missed you.”

She exhaled a breath that sounded like it was a cross between a sigh and a huff. “Are you done in Florida now?”

She had no idea how done I was.

“Yes, thank God,” I said, unable to hide the irritation from my face. I still had three months’ worth of work with Hannah to go, but at least the rest of the filming was here in LA and I’d get to see Liv whenever I wanted.

If I could get her to move . . .

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