Her eyes flipped open as her arms tightened around my shoulders.
"I need to touch you, Liv," I told her. "And I really need you to f*****g be okay with that."
The backs of my knees bumped the divan, and I sank my butt down, a hand wrapping around each of Liv's thighs and splitting them across my own as I took her down with me. Staring at her through the lenses of her glasses, I saw no uncertainty. Only the sheen of l**t-fuelled haziness peeked from beneath half-lowered lids.
"Tell me it's okay," I urged. I didn't know why I needed to hear the words, I just did.
"It's okay," she said, her voice low and heavy with arousal.
"Tell me," I ordered, and I held my breath, awaiting her answer.
Tugging me forward by the hair at my crown, she rested her forehead to mine, swept just her lower li
