Her hair always felt good and right then spread across his chest and shoulder that also was no different.
And her body always felt good, but he’d never had it like it was right then.
And it was not good—in fact it was entirely fucked that he liked it like it was right then maybe better than any way he’d already had it.
He took a guess at the reason behind her actions, shoving the rest of his thoughts in the back of his mind, and advised, “You liked that so much, you need to submit more often.”
It felt like she relaxed even more at the same time he felt something weird against his throat, like her cheek moving with a smile.
He almost caught hold of her hair to pull back her head to see if that was the case when she snuggled into him.
Fucking snuggled into him.
It was not a burrow but it wasn’t deniable as a cuddle either.
He felt his body still.
What the fuck?
Olivia Shade, made of stone, she comes, she fucks, she comes, then she leaves…snuggling?
Even though that happened, she made no response.
“You gonna do that?” he asked and explained, “Submit.”
Her shoulders moved in a slight shrug.
Back to silence.
He wanted her voice.
As risky as he knew it was, he pushed for it.
“Definitely hot, you on your hands and knees in front of me, head bent in submission, takin’ me.”
She gave him her voice and he automatically soaked it in.
“I was coming,” she pointed out.
“I made you come,” he corrected.
“I can’t really argue that,” she murmured.
“And doin’ it, you definitely submitted.”
He was right, he knew it. He knew the difference.
He had a feeling she did as well when she attempted to stop their conversation with, “Quiet, Sebring. I’m recuperating.”
He felt his lips twitch up.
“Good call. Plenty of energy so I can fuck you submissive again,” he muttered.
Another body hug without the arms and then he felt her lips trail his collarbone.
Shit.
He should let her go.