“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.”
At that, Nick spoke.
“Kids?”
This time, Liv stayed quiet.
He dipped his chin to see the shadowed top of her head.
“Livvie?”
“I can’t,” she told his throat.
She couldn’t?