Where the Stars Fall

25 | Suspension

A MIXTURE OF RELIEF and excitement and hope turned into happiness mingle all together as I close the door behind me with a soft kick.

The moment we get in, I hold her firmly against me, taking her mouth in deep, hungry kisses, our bodies almost wrestling against each other, our tongues intertwining with a passion that goes beyond anything.

I can barely contain the ripple of anticipation that's sliding up and down my spine as I back her towards the living room without ever breaking our kiss. It's insane, this wild craving, this reckless rush of desire that is sweeping through me and overtaking my mind completely.

"Brian?"

"Sweetheart?"

"You really came all the way down here for me?" she asks between ragged breaths, her eyes searching mine, her hands moving to rest on my chest.

I nod. My eyes bore into hers, and hers into mine.

"I can hardly believe you actually stepped onto a plane–"

"To see you," I finish, holding her head in my hands, having her looking at me. "It's all true, Liv. I meant every word I said." I run a thumb over the smooth curve of her parted lower lip and bend to capture her mouth again with a long kiss.

"God, I missed you so much." She clutches me, pulling me even closer, kissing me with the same need, burying her hands in my hair, her mouth demanding more and more from mine.

"You did?"

A soft moan escapes her lips, a sigh that stirs the torrent of feelings coursing through my veins, sending me into a state of near desperation.

I kiss her harder and deeper, my tongue moving with determination against hers, feeling and tasting it shamelessly. One hand creeps to the small of her back, the other snakes under her top, caressing the hot skin and the silky fabric of her bra.

She shivers beneath my touch.

Without breaking contact, I move behind her, feeling her warmth, stroking her skin with my fingertips, holding her steady as I press my hard body against her back.

I diligently undo her bra and Olivia brings both hands up to the straps and slides them off her shoulders. Pulling it from under her top, I toss it to the floor, my hands skimming over her body, feeling her hard nipples through the soft material.

A tingling warmth surges through me, making my senses reel. This is driving me insane, making me mindless with wanting. The bare truth is that I feel like taking her right here, right now.

Though aching to make her mine, I hold my breath and suck in the urge.

Gently pulling her hair aside, I trail kisses from the nape of her head down the soft curve of her shoulder, nibbling the delicate skin, teasing her with my tongue.

"Brian..." She gasps my name and a warm feeling radiates again from my groin and rushes up my chest. Every muscle in me clenches tight. I'm burning alive, barely containing my urgent need to feel her against my skin, under me, around me, melding with me.

I bury my face in her neck to nuzzle against it, to kiss and bite it gently. "So, I heard you wanted to dance with me again?"

There's a mischievous smile on my face she can't see, but can sense in the tone of my voice.

She glances sideways, her eyes glittering with answering mischief. "I did."

I stretch my arm to the side table to grab the remote and turn up the sound system. Some soft, nice beat fills the room.

She tries to turn around, but I hold her firmly in place. I want her back against my chest. Just a little longer.

My arms tighten around her in an entangled embrace, as our hips swing to the slow rhythm.

"I want you," I whisper against her face, nuzzling her ear with my lips and hot breath.

My hands explore her body, tracing the well-defined line of her waist, gripping the curve of her hips, bringing her closer, rubbing my hard body against hers.

"Brian." She's lost, my name's a faded murmur. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly, in time with her ragged breathing. "I need you."

One of her arms slips around my neck, sliding into my hair, pulling it, her back arching at my touch, her head shifting sideways searching for me, her eyes fixed on my mouth, her lips parting, daring mine.

And I can't resist her invitation. I kiss her hard, then I kiss her softly, and then hard again. I breathe in each soft moan of pleasure as I press my lips into hers.

I spin her around and fall to my knees, to kiss her belly and caress the velvety skin. My nostrils flare as I take in her scent, the same flowery fragrance from the night of the wedding, I remember perfectly – it's indelibly imprinted in my memory.

Her hands clutch my shoulders as she begins to stroke my hair, entangling her fingers in it, pulling me tight against her.

I untie the cord of her jogging bottoms and pull them down, one leg after the other. My mouth covers and kisses her mound, my hands caressing the tender skin of her inner thighs.

"I... I want you too..." Her voice comes out in pants between heavy, dragging breaths. "Now."

A shudder rushes through me and my entire body clenches in response. I feel absolutely maddened with desire.

Trailing unhurried kisses up her body, I rise slowly, nibbling, brushing my lips and tongue against her skin. And then I stop, the look of frustration on her face, a cute pout of irritation, making my lips twist into a small, devilish grin.

"It's not like you don't deserve to suffer a little, sweetie," I tease as we keep swaying to the music.

A malicious grin breaks over her face as she begins to unbutton my shirt, splaying her hands to push it off my shoulders. Then she reminds me of the embarrassing moment in the church, "Oh, sweetie, one way or another... I know I'm gonna get ya."

She has already. From the very moment I laid my eyes on her that day.

I cradle her face, gently at first, but then I take her head in my hands and kiss her hard on the mouth, a wet and demanding kiss, one that begs her to kiss me like she really means it.

"I missed you," I murmur into her hair before I slide the hem of her top up.

"Oh, God." A soft noise of pleasure rises from within her as my lips glide down her neck, to capture her nipples.

I can't contain a chuckle.

"What?" she breathes out, looking at me with heavy-lidded eyes, her expression telling me that pure sensation has long taken command of her thoughts.

"I just had an epiphany!"

"Now?!"

I press my hand on her back and bring her closer, her bare breasts touching my chest. "Your boobs. I know why I like them."

"Oh, you cracked one of the mysteries that science can't explain?" With a sly smile playing on her lips, she draws back enough to unbuckle my belt.

I place my hands over hers, to help. In between kisses and laughs, my jeans are discarded.

"Because of all those sighs and gasps when I touch them. I could get off fairly easily just with that!"

She smiles, a naughty little grin full of malice twitching her lips as she outlines the top of my boxer shorts with her finger. Ever so slowly she works them down, teasing me, firing me up even more.

The light mood is interrupted when my eyes lock on hers again, silently communicating I can't wait any longer. I want her now. Desperately. Like I've never wanted anyone before...

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