~ Outside The Speedway ~ (Lightning McQueen x OC)

Chapter 44

Lightning P.O.V

She stopped for a split second and I saw her smile widen. She narrowed her eyes a little, like she was on to me. I slid my sweater off of her shoulder, moving my lips to the soft skin there. She leaned into me, and I wrapped my arms around her, so that my forearms rested on the bump of her lower stomach.

The scene was so domestic. Leaning against each other in a messy bathroom, speaking to each other lazily with no interruptions. It was perfect.

She twisted on the counter, now facing me with her legs hanging off the edge. I moved my hands to rest by her thighs, while she rested her own in her lap. We stared at each other for a little bit, nothing but the patter of the rain to be heard.

Olivia spoke quietly. "It's getting a little hot in here." And just on cue, my sweater slipped off the other shoulder.

This woman—the absolute death of me.

"You're right, it is a bit hot in here." Instinctively, I took my wet shirt off and tossed it on the shower curtain rod to dry. "Anything else we could do about it?"

Her eyes flickered down my body, taking me in. Her head swayed a little as she met my eyes once again. She swallowed, and I followed the movement of her throat down to the sweater that was hanging onto her biceps.

Then she shrugged it off.

I sucked in a breath so hard I knew she saw me do it because a little giggle escaped her perfect lips. She tried crossing her arms to cover up her chest, but like hell I was going to let her do that. Her bra only covered some of her breasts, but the soft lace created lovely patterns as it swept her skin.

"You're beautiful." I held her wrists down on her thighs while she stared at me as if the words that came out of my mouth were foreign to her. I can't say I expected as much—I knew she's never had a boyfriend. But surely she's received some praise? In a way that meant she was gorgeous.

I was going to make this experience absolutely flawless. She deserved only the finest. 

I reached and turned the lights to the bathroom off, leaving the soft glow of the lamp in the other room to fill the small space. The moon was shining above us in the slanted skylight.

I leaned down a little bit and kissed the top of her sternum. She inhaled slowly, and as she leaned back I chased her skin with my lips. I moved my hands to grip her waist on both sides, my fingers splayed on all sides.

Slowly, I left wisps of soft kisses across her chest; I felt her strong and compassionate beating heart, nervousness creeping through her veins. I took her hand and pressed it against my own heart, to show her I was equally as scared of fucking this up.

Then her collarbone; the dips of her bones, and the hollow of her throat when she inhaled sharply. My kisses branded that part of her like a pretty little necklace.

Then her shoulders; just a few kisses here and there on both sides, just to relax her tenseness. Her arm was still healing from the bullet graze, the white gauze wrapped around her bicep, and I was surprised to find out she refused physical therapy, especially when the option was seriously recommended. She's lucky it barely hit her.

Then her neck; here I nipped and bit a little harder. I glanced up at the mirror behind us and saw a sight. Her flexed back and somewhat rapid movements matched mine, my fingers still spread across her waist, now moving to the small of her back. My current effort to give her just a few more small hickeys to match the one I made only an hour or two before.

Then her jaw; she laughed when I reached the side of her face—I definitely think it tickled. Her smooth laugh was music to my ears.

Then her cheeks; one small kiss for each cheek. One day, if there ever comes one where she cries, I plan to kiss all her tears away.

And then we locked eyes.

Stillness surrounded us, nothing to be heard.

No rain. No music. No nothing. Not even our rapidly beating hearts.

Our noses touched the slightest bit, our breaths dancing.

Then she gripped my face with her hands, pulled me in, and kissed me with all her strength.

Fucking hell, finally.

Olivia was excellence wrapped into everything wonderful you could imagine. She kissed with straight passion and I found myself wondering how she wasn't already taken by some other guy.

Her lips were rough after the night, but I tasted mint and berry and knew she'd put on that lip gloss she used as chapstick. I smiled into our feverish kiss and she smiled back just before I bit down on her bottom lip.

I gripped her waist and pulled her toward me, making sure she was just on the edge of the counter. One of her hands went straight to the back of my neck, playing around with my hair, and the other traveled downward to my shoulder, then my bare chest.

I slid my own hands up her body, feeling every inch of her skin beneath me. She moaned into my mouth. Even the sounds she made were worth obsessing over.

Olivia pulled back slowly while still keeping her hands on my neck. She looked down at my lips and then back at my eyes, and I knew she had a million thoughts running through her head. Although to be fair, they looked like they were the good kind. The happy, oh my fuck, excited kind.

Her pupils were blown, her lips puffy. Her cheeks were red. I felt an excited buzz shake her.

So I asked quietly, "What are you thinking about?"

She smirked. "I was counting how much time it took you to kiss me." She leaned back in thought. "A few days too long, Blondie. Could have done it sooner."

I gaped at her, a smile forming on my face as I widened my eyes in surprise. She took one look at my face and started laughing, burying her face into my neck, her hands coming down to my chest.

"Good goin' though, the wait was worth it." She whispered.

Oh, I absolutely agree.

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...Hey...

So...it's been a while huh? I mean, if we're talking logistics, at least you've got the scene you were waiting so long for, right? Short but sweet!

But seriously, I feel the need to apologize. Plenty of times have I said that I wouldn't give up on this story, and I'll keep saying it because it's true. I just finished sophomore year of highschool, and it's crazy to think I started this before 8th grade ended. I'm not giving up 'till I finish, even if that may take a while, you will absolutely see the end of this!! Thank you for the patience you all have, love you guys so, so much <33

Starting from chapter 45, we'll go back to Olivia's POV!

- Liviii <3