LUKE
"I'm protecting you, Liv. I'm loving you." I enfolded her hand into mine and lifted it,
palm up, for a kiss. "You are my heart, Olivia."
"And you're mine," she admitted softly. I entered her—no, our—room and kicked the
door shut behind me. I slipped my hands under her dress, my fingers sliding up her thighs, lifting the dress until her thong underwear was revealed.
My fingers looped under the band and drew them down. "I love you," I murmured. "I love you."
My mind fogged with desire, its heat prickling my skin. I unbuttoned the top of her dress. She took over, sliding the straps off her shoulders, and pushing the fabric off her creamy flesh. She revealed those beautiful breasts, so big and full, cupping them and then offering them to me.
