“Look at you, taking all of me like this. I told you that you were made for me.” And he was definitely made for me. I bite my lip to hold in my whine. “Don’t hold back on me, love. Let me hear you.”

“Shit!” I scream. My vocal cords literally feel scratched now. “It’s so good.”

He presses his hands against my stomach to pin me deeper into the mattress, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room.

He holds his finger up to my lips, and I suck it into my mouth without hesitation. “Your mouth feels so good. I can’t wait to fill it,” he says as he pops his finger out of my mouth and then presses it against my clit. I can’t hold it in. I cry out my release, clenching my walls around him until he lets out a deep groan to accompany his own filling me up.

I don’t remember much after he slides himself out of me. I just remember a warm washcloth hitting my sex and whispered words before falling asleep, “I’m never letting you go again.”

Chapter Twenty

Kai

The scent of brown sugar and strawberries floods my senses, waking up every part of me. And I do mean every part.

Waking up with Olivia’s soft body in my arms feels so right. It solidifies the notion I’ve been carrying around all these years that I haven’t been at peace since she left. Last night was nothing short of perfection. I’ve imagined what I would do when Olivia finally dropped her carefully constructed I and gave in to what’s always been between us no less than a hundred times, but feeling her come apart again and again on my tongue and watching her eyes roll back in her head as she clenched her pussy around my dick was incredible.

I look down at my sleeping beauty—clad in nothing but a tank top, boy shorts, and a purple bonnet—and consider my next move. Olivia may have given in to her sexual needs last night, but she’s still tight-lipped about our past and more importantly how we move forward. I’m happy to break her back in any way she wants but I want more. I want to wake up to her in my arms every day. I want my ring on her finger, my name on her jersey. I want to be by her side as she continues taking the world by storm. I want to share our story with our grandkids. I want to love her completely, in all her forms, for the rest of our lives. I just need her to want that too.