Olivia has convinced Edgar to take her out for a drive after being cupped up at home for the last 2 weeks so Noah is at Lucy's for the night and mow they have parked up in a quiet place by the beach and Edgar gasped, sucking air into his tortured lungs. His head bounced against the leather headrest as Olivia slumped against him. His ears roared, flush with the sound of his still-thundering heart. A moment later, he felt her panting breath against his neck. Her hands, which had been clenched around his shoulders, fell away as her head turned into the hollow of his throat. From the vaguest recesses of his brain, he registered that she fit perfectly. They fit perfectly.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and gazed up. His vision was foggy, the ceiling of the car's interior greeting him as if nothing profound just occurred in the backseat. His hands tightened and he realized they were still molded to her hips. He felt her shift, her body twitching against his as she slipped even closer. The line between their bodies dissolved to near non-existence.
Then, as if a blanket dropped over them, the roar in his ears fell shockingly silent. He blinked as newly heard sounds greeted him for the first time. From far away was waves crashing on the deserted stretch of the beach. Far nearer was Olivia's shallow gasping as she sat in his lap. And, somewhere in between, was the distant sound of the car's radio. It was low, almost as if they had left it on as an afterthought. With a strong inhale, he closed his eyes again. The radio. The goddamned car radio. The piano and guitar swelled as Bowie wailed, the song hitting peak crescendo before it came down from the chorus. One of them must have kicked it on as they climbed – tumbled – into the backseat.
Her hands pressed against his chest as she pushed herself up. From the way she gasped, it must have taken a profound level of effort to make the motion happen. Slowly, he met her eyes. Her glacier brown irises were sharp as she watched him closely. And, he said nothing, as her eyes burned into him.
She reached up, her cheeks and throat flushed, as the back of her hand grazed his forehead. A moment later, he felt her fingers comb through his hair. His scalp tingled as her fingertips brushed through his sodden hair and she sighed. Her eyes burned into his as she shifted in his lap and, a heartbeat later, he saw a pleased smirk curl her mouth.
He cupped her face and drew her in, kissing her. He wanted her. Again. And again. And again. Her body pressed against his as he tasted sweat on her lips. Sweat and desire, he realized, as she moaned against him, her arms tight around his neck. His arms were like vises around her as he flipped her beneath him, her legs immediately curling around his hips. She reached up, forcing his shirt apart as she wrapped her arms around his torso.
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