Beyond Saving Bucky

"She's....greedy"

Olivia's POV:

"You get enough, sweetheart?" Steve asks me softly, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watches me finish the last bite. I practically licked my bowl clean, and I'm sure he noticed.

"Mmmhmm, yes, thank you. That was... delicious," I reply, wiping my lips with a napkin before taking the last sip of my wine. The meal, the company, the way he looks at me—it all feels so perfect right now.

He gives me one of those adorable little winks. "My pleasure," he says, grabbing both of our bowls and walking them to the kitchenette sink. His broad shoulders, that effortless way he moves—it makes my heart skip a beat. I grab my empty wine glass, trailing after him.

"Not that I deserve all this. After the brat I've been the last few weeks," I say with a little laugh, testing the waters. His laugh is low and deep, and I know I've hit my mark.

He turns to face me, leaning casually against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, and I swear my knees go weak. "Mmm, the brat...I can handle."

That tone in his voice, the way his biceps twitch—it's like he knows exactly how to get under my skin. That familiar warmth pools low in my belly, and my eyes can't help but trail over him. He looks so... good.

"Mmm, is that so?" I reply, amusement clear in my voice.

I lean around him, placing my glass in the sink, but I don't move away. I stand toe to toe with him, tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. He towers over me, his godlike frame making me feel small, and for a second, we just look at each other. His eyes hold that playful sparkle, and my stomach does a little flip.

"Haven't we played this game before, Olivia?" His voice is low, sultry, full of a promise I know all too well.

I bite my lip, trying to hold back the grin that's tugging at the corners of my mouth. "I... don't know what you mean, Steve," I say, my voice dripping with innocence that we both know is a lie. I know exactly what I'm doing, and it's definitely not appropriate. But I don't care.

His head tilts slightly, a smirk spreading on his lips as he studies me, trying to decide how to play this. "You sure about that?" he asks, his voice dropping just a little more.

"Mmhmm," I murmur, barely able to keep from grinning.

He doesn't reply, just stands there for a moment, watching me with that intense gaze. Then, in one smooth motion, he pushes off the counter and moves toward me, closing the little space between us. I barely register the way he's backing me toward the bedroom.

"Or is there something... specific you're wanting, sweet girl?" he asks, and the way he says it sends a shiver down my spine.

My breath hitches as I feel the doorframe press against my back. Steve leans in, and I can't help but smile. "Maybe," I whisper, loving the way this game always ends.

His breath, a husky whisper, sends shivers down my spine as his eyes devour me, lingering on every curve before finally meeting mine. "You asked for it," he murmurs, and then he's upon me, his lips crashing into mine with a force that takes my breath away.

He scoops me up, pinning me against the wall, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, responding to his kiss with a wild, hungry passion. My fingers tangle in his hair as he kisses me hard, a fierce heat igniting within me.

I can feel the hard press of his body against my core, a thrilling reminder of his presence. This is what I crave, this darker side of Steve, this aggressive, dominating Steve that I adore. He's my sweet, gentle Steve Rogers, yet he's capable of this raw intensity, and it turns me on like nothing else.