Kind of a long beginning quote bc, uh. I'm almost outta room! Next to last chapter, lovelies. :)
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i look in her eyes
and i see her smile
makes me helpless like a newborn child
she's the light that fills my day
so hard to see now that she's away
lookin' back on the day we met
that's the one thing that i won't forget
i could see it there from the start
she was the one that would take my heart
Jeremy Kushnier, "The Smile in Her Eyes"
She couldn't believe how nervous she was. She paced the small room and rubbed her palms against her slacks. She checked the clock on the wall and paced some more.
"Are they late?" she said.
"No, they're not late," Trudy Elizabeth, her Marshal, said with a sigh. "Olivia. Sit down. You're making me nervous."
"What if he doesn't come?"
"He'll come, Olivia. You need to relax."
"How can I relax, Tru? It's been fifteen months. What if he does come, but it's only to tell me he met someone else and he's marrying her and WITSEC isn't exactly his idea of a good time and—"
"Olivia! For God's sake, girl. You have got to breathe."
"I'm breathing."
"Breathe, don't hyperventilate."
"I'm not hyperventilating." A few seconds passed. "Maybe I'm hyperventilating a little."
Trudy sighed and unfolded her six-foot frame from the plastic chair. She pressed Olivia into it and rubbed the back of her neck. "You're gonna be just fine. He'll be here. It's all gonna work out."
"Nothing ever works out, Tru."
"Now what kind of attitude is that? You're still alive, right? Teddy's on trial for felony murder and about twenty-five other things. Soon as you testify you're off to sunny Vermont."
"What if he hates the idea of Vermont? What if he'd rather go to Hawaii?"
"I don't think he'll hate the idea of Vermont. Everybody loves syrup and…white people. I don't know. Whatever the hell it is they have in Vermont. If he wants to go to Hawaii, explain to him that's great, but you'll have to spend your whole life in turtlenecks in the tropics and maybe that's not the best idea."
Olivia had convinced them not to make her get her tattoo removed. It had been a hard-won battle, and they'd only agreed on the condition that she basically never take her shirt off in public for the rest of her life. That meant no two-piece bathing suits, no crop tops, and no short shorts.
"I don't have the complexion for Hawaii anyway," she muttered.
"You sure as hell don't," Trudy said.
There was a knock at the door, and Olivia shot to her feet. "Oh my God."
"Keep breathing." Trudy peeked through the wire-latticed window and opened the door. Stood aside to let Gloria by.
Olivia and Gloria shared a brief hug. "You okay?" Gloria said.
"She's a basket case. Don't let her lie to you."
"I'm a basket case. Is he…?"
"He's here. Are you ready?"
She bit her lip. Her hands shook and she pressed them against her thighs. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready."
Trudy poked her head out into the hall. "Juice?" she said.
He appeared in the doorway, and his face moved in a slow smile. "Hey, baby," he said.
Tears sprang to her eyes. She covered her mouth with both hands and tried to keep breathing. "You're here," she finally whispered.
Trudy jerked her head toward the hall. "We'll give you two some time," she said. Gloria squeezed Olivia's arm as she went by, and then the two women were gone and they were alone.
They stared at each other, neither sure what to say. "Your hair," she finally said.
He rubbed a hand over his head and grinned. "Yeah. Had to grow it out. The tats."
She nodded and chewed on her lip.
"Your hair," he said. It was longer than he'd last seen it, just past her shoulders, and it was brown. Kind of a chestnut color, dark and warm.
"Oh." She laughed a little. "They're going to let me change it back once I'm in in, but for now I had to dye it." A crease appeared between her brows. "Do you hate it?"
"What? No. Of course I don't hate it. It looks…it looks good, Liv. With your eyes, especially." It made them seem greener, more intense, and for a moment he was lost. He blinked and jerked his head a little. "Looks real good," he mumbled.
And then it was too much, the space between them, and they crashed into each other, all fumbling hands and hungry, searching mouths. He kissed her forehead. Her eyelids. Her nose and her cheeks and finally, finally, her mouth.
"God I missed you so much," he whispered between heady, drunken kisses.
"I'm so glad you're here. I'm so glad—" She broke off, and he kissed her tears away as they fell. "I love you, Juicy."
"I love you too, Liv. Tell me we're never gonna have to do that again. Don't think I could stand it. You and me, right?"
"You and me, baby. From now on."
The FBI and the Marshals had taken over a small boutique hotel on Knobb Hill. It only had ten rooms, one entrance, and a tiny staff. It was apparently worth the expense to keep their star witness isolated in a bubble of Federal agents. Her room was on the second floor, looking out over the back alley, and all the rooms around her were occupied by Feds of one stripe or another. There was even some San Francisco PD, just for fun.
Trudy let them in to Olivia's room and hesitated in the doorway. "Don't forget about the—" She tilted her head toward the light fixture and Olivia made a face. "You need anything, call."
"Thanks, Tru," Olivia said. "See you in the morning."
"Eight AM. You're due in court at nine."
She rolled her eyes. "I know, Trudy. Thank you, Trudy. You're a goddess among mere mortals, Trudy."
"You are a pain in my ass, Olivia Gable."
"I'm your favorite witness and you know it."
She let out a huff of breath, smothered a grin, and let the door slam behind her as she disappeared into the hall. Olivia set the locks and turned toward Juice. Her nerves were suddenly back. She laced her fingers together and smiled a little.
"So," she said.
"So." He frowned. "What aren't you supposed to forget?"
"The surveillance. Video and audio in here, audio only in the bedroom. I guess they just need to hear me sleep, not watch me."
"Oh." He shifted his weight and tucked his hands into the pockets on his leather jacket. "Um. That might be…"
"Awkward. Yeah. Welcome to life in a fishbowl. At least for the next few days."
"What happens after you testify?"
"We join the program proper. New identities. A new town. Jobs, which is good. A new car," she said through gritted teeth.
His mouth quirked. "Tara's takin' good care of the Cougar."
Her eyes brightened. "How is she? And the boys?"
"They're great. She decided to stay in Charming. Wait for Jax to get out. She, uh—she ended up remembering the attack."
"You?" she asked, frowning.
"Yeah. But Jax never did find out about that. Gemma didn't rat me out because it was too dangerous for the club, and Tara didn't rat me out because I guess she realized I tried to save her life. Even if I did fuck it all up by not checking to make sure she was okay. Besides, everyone knew I was coming here, so—" He shrugged.
"How's Gemma?"
"Well, you know. In jail. She took a plea."
"Yeah, Gloria told me."
"She'll be out in six to ten. She was looking at twenty-five because of Eli." His eyes narrowed and he studied her. "Did you send those pictures to Patterson?"
"Yes," she said, no hesitation.
"And you told Jax about Gemma?"
"That, too."
"Why?"
"I didn't want Gemma dead, Juice. Tig, Chibs, and Bobby all knew she did it. It was only a matter of time before they had to take it to Jax, and then to the table. I thought it would be better if the cops got there first."
"So why tell Jax?"
"It was the only leverage I had. He thought Teddy's men tried to kill his wife. It took a tiny bit of the sting away if he knew they didn't, but I had to give him the person who did." She paused. Fiddled with the cuff of her blouse. "It wasn't an easy decision."
"Do you regret it?" he said, his voice rough.
Her brow furrowed. "No, love, I don't. Maybe I should, but…I wouldn't trade Gemma's freedom for our lives. My life. She deserves to be in prison. Tara's boys don't need her influence. Now maybe when Jax gets out they can have a chance at something good—without Gemma's poison dripping in everyone's ear."
"I think you did the right thing," he said. "If that makes it any better."
Her tense face eased into a smile. "It does."
They drifted closer. He brushed her hair off her shoulder. She smoothed her hands down his jacket. He ran his thumb along her jaw.
"I almost forgot how beautiful you are," he said.
"Don't try to charm me, Ortiz," she said. "I'm immune."
"Liar," he murmured as his mouth closed over hers.
His hands came up to cup her face. She braced her palms against his chest and could feel the steady pound of his heart against her fingers. The kiss stretched and lengthened. Their tongues brushed, warm and silky. He nipped her bottom lip and pulled away with a reluctant frown.
"What's the matter?" she said.
"There's something I need to tell you."
Her stomach fluttered. She cleared her throat. "Okay…?"
"You know how much I love you, right?"
"Um." She laced her fingers through his. "You're giving up your whole life to go into WITSEC with me. I have an idea, yeah."
He took a long breath. "It was a really long fifteen months."
"No argument here. Babe, spit it out. I'm getting kinda worried."
His chin dropped to his chest and he pulled his hand from hers. Scrubbed it over his head like he still wasn't used to having hair. Finally he said, "I slept with someone else."
"Oh," she said. It wasn't—it wasn't a huge surprise, really, but still. What does one say to that?
"It was six months ago, give or take, and I—I had this kinda crisis. Like, was I doing the right thing? Was I making what we had more special in my mind than it was in real life? Maybe if I—I don't know. I just thought—"
"It's okay," she said.
He stared at her.
"It is. I get it." She paused, and when she spoke again her voice was loud enough to make him jump. "You know, it's kind of hard to have this very intimate, personal conversation with my fiancé when I know that half the goddamn FBI is listening in as they stuff Cheetos in their mouths."
She held up her fingers and mouthed the words as she counted: "One. Two. Three."
The phone rang. She flashed a smug smile and answered it. "Hello?"
"I've cut the audio in the bedroom. No listening in, no recording. It was the best I could do."
"You're a goddess among mere mortals, Trudy."
"Uh huh. Don't say I never did anything for you."
"I won't. Thank you." She hung up. "Maybe we should continue this conversation in the bedroom."
He blinked at her. "The bed's in there."
"That's awfully astute of you, Ortiz." She held out her hand, and after a brief hesitation he took it. She led him into the next room and shut the door behind them. "No bugs. We can actually talk now."
He nodded in relief and sank down on the edge of the bed. She sat next to him, close enough that their shoulders brushed when they moved.
"Who was she?" she said after a moment.
"I, uh. I picked her up in a bar."
"Ah," she said with an amused snort.
"I wanted to see if it would be the same with someone else."
"And was it?" she said. She avoided his face and traced a pattern on the quilt between them.
"Fuck no," he said. "I mean, part of me thought there was no way our first night could've been as good as I remembered. We were good later because we knew each other. You know, you learn all those sensitive places and special tricks and little…turn ons."
"Makes sense," she said.
"It was—I mean it was fine. It was sex. I'm a guy. Of course I had a decent time."
Her lips moved in a half-smile. "Did she?" She raised a hand before he could answer. "Never mind. I know she did. You're very…generous."
"It was just sex, Liv. That's all. A generic hook up. And it made me realize that what happened between us the night we met was different. We were great together from minute one. And I know sex isn't everything, but, for us, it's kinda…"
"How we connect," she said when he trailed away. "How we come back to each other."
"Yeah," he said on a breath. "That's it."
She looked at him then, and her smile was wistful. "I'm not mad. I don't have a right to be. I slept with someone else, too."
His mouth fell open. "Wha…I mean…was it a guy, or…?"
"It was Gloria. My lawyer."
He laughed. "Wow." Shook his head and laughed again. "I can't even—is it weird that I have an urge to high five you?"
"She is really hot," she said.
"Ridiculously hot," he said. "Salma Hayek meets Eva Mendez or something."
"Salma Hayek has always been a weakness for me. That snake dance in From Dusk Till Dawn…"
"That fuckin' snake dance made me a man."
"That snake dance made me realize I'm bi."
He scraped both hands down his face and let out another rueful little chuckle. "God, this is maybe the strangest conversation I've ever had."
A silence fell. Their eyes met. "Did she make you come?" he said, quietly.
"Of course she did."
He ducked his head, and when he glanced up again his face was naked and vulnerable. "Like…like I do?"
Her lips curved. She kissed him, soft and sweet. "No one has ever made me come like you do, baby."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Really." Her expression clouded and she ran her tongue along her upper lip. "Did you go down on her?"
"No," he said. He undid the top button on her blouse. "Did you?"
"Yes." She traced her fingers along his thigh. "She didn't go down on me, though."
He blinked, momentarily distracted from her buttons. "Then how—?"
Her head tilted in disbelief. "Juice. Come on."
He mulled it over. "So, what, like strap-ons and scissoring?"
She rolled her eyes. "I love you, Ortiz, but you watch way too much porn."
"It was a really long fifteen months, Olivia!"
She acknowledged that with a quirk of her brows. Then, serious again, "You went down on me our first night."
"Like I said: you're different. We're different. I didn't want…I didn't want to taste her like I wanted to taste you. I didn't want to come back to you knowing I'd done that."
He finished unbuttoning her blouse. Nudged it open to reveal her lacy white camisole underneath. He brushed the back of his fingers over the swell of her breasts and watched color flood her pale skin. Bent close and pressed his mouth where he'd just touched.
She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. "Juicy—"
"I wanna taste you right now, Liv. Make you come."
Her breath left her in a rush. "I want that too, love. So much."
"Good." He started to push her back on the bed, but she stopped him. He frowned up at her, confused.
"Take your clothes off, baby. I want to see you." She shrugged her blouse off her shoulders and got rid of the cami. Her bra was white, too, delicate and lacy and sheer.
He tweaked a nipple just to watch it get hard. She batted his hand away with a grin. "Strip, Ortiz," she said, a playful order as she caught her lower lip between her teeth.
He got rid of his boots and socks before he pushed off the edge of the bed and took off his jacket. Her eyes widened when she saw his arms. "Yeah," he said. "I feel kinda naked without it."
She traced her finger down his forearm. There was barely a scar, just a slight discoloration of his skin where the tattoo had been. Same thing on the other side. "Wow," she said.
He nodded toward her left arm. "I see you got to keep yours."
"Um. Well." It was different than it had been: it ran up the entire length of her inner forearm, and then it picked up again on her shoulder, a flurry of colorful splashes. "It wasn't easy. Trust me."
"I would've had to black mine out anyway. This's better." He pulled his t-shirt over his head and she couldn't contain her gasp.
"Oh, baby," she murmured.
The scar was thick and white down his sternum. It curved at the bottom to hook across his chest, and it finally ended halfway around his ribcage. The "Son" "Shine" tattoos were gone from his pecs. He rubbed the scar with his knuckles.
"Kinda Frankenstein-ish, huh?" he said, ruefully.
"I'm so sorry," she said. Tears had gathered in her eyes, but he brushed them away with his thumb. "When we had you in the back of that van I just felt so fucking helpless. I thought you were gonna die right there, just bleed out all over my shoes. And it was my fault. Teddy targeted you because of me."
"It's good, Liv. I'm okay now. I wouldn't trade any of it if it meant not having you."
"I shouldn't have left you."
"Right. So instead they woulda hauled you off to Atlanta and killed you along the way. Tig told me what those fuckers did."
She sniffled and caught his hand in hers. Kissed the center of his palm and smiled up at him. "They lost their jobs if it makes you feel any better."
"It does," he said. "A little." He hesitated at his belt buckle. "Want me to keep going?"
"Are there any more surprises I should prepare myself for?"
"Nah," he said with a shrug. "I mean, the piercing's no big deal, so—"
"Shut up and take your pants off, asshole."
"Asshole? Asshole? Are you kidding me? Fifteen months apart, within two hours she's insulting me."
"I'm sorry, baby," she said, her voice going low and sweet like warm honey. "Could you take your pants off for me? Please? I've missed your cock so much, Juicy."
Every drop of blood in his body rushed south so fast it left him dizzy. He let out a strangled breath and unfastened his belt.
"That's kind of impossible to refuse," he said, his voice thick. His pants dropped to the floor and he kicked them away. She lifted a brow when he hesitated. He grinned and pushed his shorts down.
"Mmm," she murmured. She rose to her feet and rested one hand on his shoulder while the other drifted lower to caress his chest and down, down, to his hip where she stopped and flashed him a teasing grin. She tugged at her bra strap. "Help me?"
"Uh huh," he said with a drunken nod. He brushed his mouth to the color on her shoulder. Bit down and sucked as she gasped. His tongue swirled against her soft skin. "So sweet, baby," he whispered.
He cupped her breasts in his big hands and tugged at her nipples through her bra. She made a low noise of pleasure and kissed him. Her tongue darted into his mouth, and he flicked his against it. She pulled away with a laugh.
"I missed you so much, Juice."
He reached behind her to undo the clasp and the scrap of lace fell away. "I missed you too, Liv. I didn't—I mean, I knew I missed you. But I didn't know how much until I saw you. And then it was like…"
"You aren't quite sure how you got through the last fifteen months."
"Yeah," he breathed.
She pulled away and got rid of her trousers. Wearing only panties that matched her discarded bra, she scooted back onto the bed and crooked her finger at him. "Come here."
He didn't have to be asked twice. He stretched out between her legs, and as he moved she felt his erection brush the inside of her thigh. She wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed.
"Hi there," she said.
"Hey," he replied in a harsh rasp.
"Tell me what you want, baby," she said as she stroked him.
"I told you," he said. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and her back arched. "I wanna taste you." He rolled it around between his lips. "Make you come." Switched to the other one and nibbled. "Make you remember."
"Remember—what—?" he said, her voice breathless and thready.
He raised his head and fixed her with a wolfish smile. "You're mine, Olivia. I'm yours and you're mine and everything else is just details."
"I was hoping you'd say that."
She pulled him to her for a long, hungry kiss. Her teeth sank into his lip. He pulled away with a gasp and her grin was all mischief and seduction. She tugged him back and soothed the spot with her tongue. He stroked up the length of her body, his fingers dancing along her tattoo and his thumbs caressing the silken skin over her ribs.
He found the sensitive spot behind her ear and she let out a sharp breath. He trailed a line of soft, sucking kisses down the side of her neck, barely scraping with his teeth. He lingered at the spot where neck curved into shoulder, both because he loved it and because she did. She ran her fingers through his hair and laughed a little.
"What?" he said.
"Nothing. Just—this is different." She rubbed his head with both hands and he shrugged.
"I'm gonna miss the way you kiss my head, but it's not too bad."
She lifted a brow and brushed her finger over the tip of his cock. "Good thing you have a spare."
"I knew it'd come in handy one day." His expression turned serious. He dropped his chin to kiss her chest, from the hollow of her throat to her sternum. He traced constellations with his tongue. "I missed these."
"My freckles? What is your fascination with freckles?"
"I don't know." He drew a hand up the length of her arm. She wasn't covered in freckles like some redheads, but she had a healthy smattering of them. "I just think they're cute."
"Cute?"
"Yup. Sexy, too. Especially this one." There was a single spot on her right breast, just to the left of the aureola. He kissed it. Licked it. "I have missed this freckle."
She threw her head back and laughed. "You're so fucking cute, Ortiz. I can't handle it."
"Cute?" He dragged his tongue across her nipple.
"Mmmm. Sexy, too," she said on a breath.
"Uh huh." He pressed her breasts together and went back and forth, licking and sucking first one of the flushed, sensitive buds and then the other. He rolled them between his lips in the way that made her moan every time. Lathed his tongue over them.
"So good, Juicy!" she said, her fingers tight in his hair.
He could tell by the cadence of her breath it was time to move on. He wanted her strung-out and begging by the time he got to her panties, and she was almost there. He mouthed the soft underside of her breasts and moved lower. Traced the lines of her tattoo with his lips and tongue.
"I'm glad they didn't make you get rid of it," he said. "I remember the first time I saw it. You'd already threatened to stab a guy with a switchblade and told me you'd rebuilt your car, but then I saw this and it's like…this is you."
"Is it?" she said. She ran her finger down his nose to his mouth. He caught it between his teeth and she giggled.
"It's the carrion-eating death butterflies. Pretty and fragile and they'll fuck your shit up."
"I'm short, Juice, not fragile." She didn't argue about the fuck your shit up part.
"Right. Not fragile at all." He soothed his hand over the red marks his stubble had left. "Guess I shoulda shaved a little closer."
"I don't mind it. Kind of like it, really."
"Mmm," he murmured. He slid down a little further to kiss her tummy. Flick his tongue across her belly button. He ran his palms up the smooth line of her thighs as his mouth moved over the curve of her hip. He spread her legs and brushed his nose against the inside of her thigh.
She squirmed. "Don't you dare tickle me."
"No?" he said. He pressed his lips to her inner thigh and sucked.
"Fuck!" she rasped, and he grinned. "Juicy, baby, please!"
"Please what, Livvie?" he said, his brown eyes all innocence even as his tongue worked the tender skin. "You want me to stop?"
"No! Nuh uh, don't stop."
"Hhmm." He trailed his fingers along the thin fabric between her legs. It was damp. His eyes crinkled at the corners and he licked the sensitive crease between her leg and the edge of her underwear.
She panted. "Like that. More!"
He blew a stream of cool air across her heated skin. "You want me to eat your pussy?"
"You know I do, you fucker. Quit being so mean."
"Maybe I just wanna hear you say it." He pressed his tongue against her panties and rubbed up and down her wet slit. He licked her clit through the thin material and laughed at her groan of frustration.
She wiggled. It was so close, but the fabric was an infuriating barrier between her skin and what she wanted. Just enough to make her crazy without giving any relief to the throbbing, aching knot of need that was her clit.
"Juicy, please," she begged. "Please lick my pussy. Make me come with your mouth. Please, baby, I need you so bad!"
He moaned against her, and the vibration on her hyper-sensitive vulva made her whimper. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and yanked them down. They caught around her ankles and he left them there, tangled with her feet. He buried his face between her thighs and licked every inch of her: every fold, every crease, every sweet secret place that made her sob out his name in a breathless litany.
"Is this what you want?" he said, his voice deep and husky. "You want me to lick you like this?" He swirled his tongue around and around her clit, barely brushing against it with each orbit, until finally her pleas were too much and he lapped over it hard and slow.
"Yes! Just like that, baby, don't stop oh God that's so fucking good—!"
He kneaded her thighs with strong hands while her fingers gripped the back of his head, pressing him into her. He sucked her lips into his mouth and slid them against each other. He licked from her clit down to the curve of her ass, and as his tongue circled the tight ring her moans grew even more breathless and desperate.
He moved back up to dip his tongue inside of her. He made a low, appreciative noise at the feel of her wetness against his mouth, the taste of her, the way her nails dug into his scalp as she begged for more. His nose bumped her clit as he twisted his tongue and pressed it against the front wall. He licked and probed, and he knew he'd hit her G-spot when her hips came up off the bed.
He grinned and lashed it with his tongue.
"Oh God, Juicy, fuck yes so good, baby, oh my God!" she moaned.
He raised his chin to watch her as he thrust two fingers into her. Her eyes were wide, lust-blown and all pupil; her cheeks flushed; her dark hair clung to her face and the side of her neck. He hooked his fingers to rub the spot his tongue had just been toying with and her head fell back. The liquid squelch they made as they plunged in and out was one of the most erotic things he'd ever heard—next to the sound of her voice like it was now, breathless and frantic and barely coherent.
"Remember the first time I fingered you, Livvie?" he said as he flicked his tongue across her clit. His words slurred a bit as his own desire ramped up. "You remember how you came for me? I shoulda known then I'd never get you outta my system."
She gasped out a laugh. "You better—the fuck—not, Ortiz," she managed between panting breaths.
"Never," he whispered. "Never gonna happen."
He sucked her clit between his lips. Worked it with his tongue, hard and fast, as his fingers glided against her G-spot. Her hips rocked to meet him and the muscles in her legs quivered and danced.
It was almost too much, almost more than she could handle, and as the heat built higher and hotter she flinched away from it. But he didn't let up, didn't give an inch, and finally she relaxed and let it take her. That was why it was so good with him: she trusted him. She had somehow known, from the first time he touched her, that with him she could let go and…the thoughts smeared like chalk in the rain as sensation overwhelmed her.
"Yes, yes, that's so good don't stop oh fuck yes God I can't—!" Her body arched with the force of the orgasm as it exploded through her. She lapsed into wordless whimpers and small, quiet cries as she shuddered again and again, wave after wave of searing pleasure that locked her muscles and blanked her brain. Her fingers gripped the sheets so hard her knuckles were white, and her mouth fell open in an o.
He watched her, his fingers still as she clenched around him, and waited until it began to subside. As she came down, a slow spiral that left her boneless and spent, he made his tongue soft and brushed it gently against her clit. At first it was too sensitive and she squirmed, so he contented himself with licking her slick and swollen labia.
"Fuck, baby, oh God oh God ohhh my God," she panted over and over, a keen of want.
This time when he lapped over the little nub, her hips undulated beneath him and her breath caught. It had gone from almost-painful to incredibly sensual, a warm, velvet roll of sensation that she felt through her entire body. It reminded her of the taste of fine chocolate: pure pleasure, sinful and rich, indulgent and so, so sweet.
"Juicy," she whispered. That was all, just his name, but the sound of it made him shiver with need.
He turned his head and kissed the inside of her thigh and pulled his fingers out of her. He sucked one of them into his mouth and grinned. "You taste so good, baby."
She smiled a little drunkenly and tapped her lips. He brushed the slick fingertip against her, and she used her tongue to pull it in. He inhaled hard as she sucked, her cheeks hollowing and her tongue wiggling.
He moved up to lie next to her and she collapsed against him. He ran a hand over her hair and she rested her cheek on his chest.
"That was…" She trailed off, speechless for once. She tried again. "That was…incredible. Amazing? Like. I—words fail me."
He laughed, and she could tell by the sound he was both embarrassed and pleased by her praise. She traced her finger down the scar on his chest and kissed it with soft lips. He hooked a knuckle under her chin and raised her eyes to his.
"I love you, Olivia," he said.
Her mouth moved in a smile. The dimple appeared in her chin and he stroked it with his thumb. "I love you too, Juan Carlos."
His grin was goofy, adorable, and she felt a sweet zing of joy at the sight.
"Mine," he whispered as he kissed her.
"Mine," she murmured back. She leaned away and lifted a brow. Tilted her head as her smile turned impish. "Let's see if I can make you feel half as good as you just did for me."
"You have my full support in that endeavor."
"Oh good," she said as she slid her hand down. "I thought I might."
Um. One more to go. And, yeah, it's mostly smut. *blinks innocently* Is that a problem?