Still laughing, he caught her by the neck, pulled her to him and took her mouth in a deep kiss.

She kissed him back just as deeply.

Even so, when he lifted his head away, she declared, “That was a much better, ‘Hello, Livvie. I’m excited for our weekend away.’”

“Hello, baby. I’m fuckin’ ecstatic about our weekend away.”

Her mouth quirked and she murmured, “That works too.”

He smiled at her.

Her mouth stopped quirking and she smiled back.

The plane started reversing from the gate and the flight attendant began the safety address.

* * * * *

7:45 – Vegas Time

“I hope you’re hungry,” Olivia said while wandering into their suite at the Cosmopolitan, Nick following, his carry-on over his shoulder, rolling her huge-ass piece of luggage. “Because I’m famished and I need to inspect that Swarovski chandelier much closer, hopefully doing it holding a cocktail…oh!”

The oh! was due to the fact he’d dumped their shit, and when she got close to the bed, he’d thrown her on it.

He didn’t delay in shoving up her skirt.

“Nick, sweetheart, I’m hungry.”

Chest to the bed, hips over the side, he pushed her legs open, looking to her to see she’d lifted up on her elbows.

“So am I.”

“But, Nicky, I’m really hungry,” she whispered in that voice of hers, words he didn’t give a shit about but he still felt them in his dick.

He took hold of the gusset of her panties and twisted them aside.

Her eyes went hooded and her legs melted open.

“So am I,” he growled in repeat.

She made no reply.

He dropped his mouth.

Her head fell back.

Nick ate first.

He fed his woman later.

* * * * *

10:52 – Saturday Morning

The curtains closed, the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, front to front on their sides, Nick lay naked and entangled in the king-size bed with his Livvie.

“The mountains,” she whispered into his throat, her body warm and peaceful, her arms holding him lightly, her breasts brushing his chest, her legs entwined with his. “A house in the middle of nowhere but with a town close by so I don’t have to drive too far in bad weather to get groceries.”

He’d started their day making love.

Now Olivia was in the mood to whisper to him.

Whisper about everything.

Not everything in the sense there were a lot of words.

Everything in the sense the words she was saying said a lot.

But Nick said nothing. He gave back only his silence as indication he wanted more of Liv’s everything while he wove his fingers in her soft hair.

“House big, but not ostentatious. Rustic. Homey. Lived-in,” she went on quietly.

Nick remained silent as she told him her dream future.

“Good people in town,” she continued. “They know me but don’t know me. Friendly. I’ll be friendly back. But my life will be at home.”