“Believe,” she said like she was rolling that word around her mouth, and even if he’d asked that of her before, and she’d promised she’d give it to him, she looked like she still wasn’t sure how it tasted.

Fuck, but that family of hers did a number on her.

“Believe,” he said firmly.

He watched her press the side of her head in the pillow and her tone was one of surprise like she’d just noticed something.

“You like where we’re going?”

He beat back a laugh and instead gave her a squeeze, sliding his leg deeper between her thighs.

“Uh, yeah,” he pointed out the obvious.

“Our duty to give the earth that beauty?”

That wasn’t said with surprise.

It was wonder.

“Yeah, baby,” he replied.

She shifted her hands flat across his skin from his back to his chest.

“I…well, I like you, Nick.”

Instantly, his body started shaking with humor he couldn’t control.

“Well, that’s good,” he replied.

She pressed hard into his chest and whispered, “Please don’t laugh.”

He stopped laughing.

“I like you, Nick,” she repeated.

Fuck.

She didn’t mean that.

She meant more.

“I like you too, Livvie,” he whispered back, rolling into her.

“And I like where we’re going,” she told him, almost shyly.

Fuck.

He settled on her. “I’m glad, honey.”

“I want three babies.”

Oh yeah.

His choice, he’d stop at two.

She wanted to give him three, he’d give her that.

He dropped his mouth to hers.

“You want three, we’ll have three,” he murmured against her lips.

“Think about the mountains, sweetheart,” she replied. “I think we both could use some peace.”

He was looking at mountain properties on Monday.

He ran his hands down her back, over the irregular skin at the small to her ass. She didn’t flinch, didn’t move away, didn’t have any reaction at all.

He was getting somewhere in a lot of ways.

“I’ll think about it,” he muttered.

“Good,” she whispered.

He let her say the word then he slid his tongue in her mouth.

She slid her fingers in his hair.

When he was done kissing her, he moved to work her throat as he trailed a hand around and up toward her breast.

“I love how easy it is for you to make me believe,” she said in his ear.

Shit.

He wanted to make love to her again, do it slow, make it last.

She got any sweeter, he was going to have to fuck her.

“Baby?” he called.

“Yeah?”

He curled his hand around her breast.

“Shut up.”

“Okay,” she breathed.

He grinned against her skin and rubbed his thumb over her nipple.

One of her hands convulsed in his hair, tugging it. The other one started gliding down his spine.

Olivia shut up.

So Nick took his time and made love to her.

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6:56 – Saturday Evening