Page 77 of Animal's Reformation
“Fuck, babe. Just … fuck,” he murmured, running his fingers through her disheveled hair.
Olivia was so overcome with emotion she almost cried, but she didn’t think Animal went in for crying women.
“You are amazing,” she said, pressing her lips against his chest.
“You are too,” he replied, squeezing her shoulder.
Olivia watched the moonlight spill into the room while listening to the soft sounds of Animal’s breathing. Warmth radiated through her chest as she snuggled closer to him.I can’t believe how wonderful it was with him.The familiar tugs at her heart surfaced and she pursed her lips.Now don’t go and make what happened into a bigger deal than it is.Olivia had to watch herself because if she didn’t, she could easily fall head over heels in love with him.You can’t lose your head. Remember, he’s a biker and you’re definitely not the only woman in his life.But Animal had made her soar to heights she’d never been to, and it had been glorious.I don’t need to think about any of that now.
All she wanted to do was bask in the afterglow before she drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Morning sunlight pouredin through the kitchen window, making bright rectangles on the gleaming wood floor. Olivia stood at the counter, squeezing oranges in the new electric juicer she’d bought on sale the week before. A breeze stirred the curtains of the window and rustled the leaves in the budding trees in her backyard. She loved the gingham and colorful floral pattern on her newest purchase: curtains for the window above the sink. The country chic pattern was perfect for her white farmhouse kitchen, and it hadn’t cost her an arm and a leg.
Olivia added water to a clear vase that held the bright yellow daffodils she’d bought earlier that morning at the flower market before she rushed to the grocery store to pick up staples for breakfast. Earlier that morning, when she’d woken up cocooned against Animal with the heat of his skin seeping through hers, happiness engulfed her, and the usual morning-after regrets were absent—a first for her.
Animal had stirred and pressed his hips against her and a wave of arousal flooded through her as she reached back and felt that he was hard. She ran her hand up and down his dick and gave it a little squeeze, and he grunted and placed his hand on her breast and began flicking her nipple to a stiff peak. She’d moaned and he’d whispered her name and pushed a little closer. Olivia had wiggled her hips and shifted so that his dick was pushed directly at the crack of her ass then she raised her leg and bent it at the knee. Animal nuzzled her neck, covering it and her shoulder with wet kisses while playing with her breasts. She wiggled some more, then he mumbled for her to grab a condom on the nightstand and hand it to him. After sheathing his dick, he’d draped his arm over her chest and yanked her closer and thrust inside. He’d pushed in and out, his thumb stroking her special spot until she shattered into a million pieces, crying out his name. He soon followed suit, and they both lay panting heavily as the early morning sun filtered slivers of lights through the thin sheets over the windows.
Olivia clenched her legs together and fed the juicer another orange. Animal was so different from any man she’d ever known, and he made her feel things that were new to her. Deep, dark, and exciting things. And damn did the guy know how to please her in ways no man ever had. No more faking an orgasm like she’d done with Kory just so he’d stop pounding into her and finish up his damn business already. Animal brought the sexy Olivia out. She’d always known that part of her existed, but none of the men in her past life had a fucking clue.
The timer on the oven beeped, and Olivia grabbed a set of oven mitts and opened the door. The ham and cheese quiche bubbled as she pulled it out and set it on one of the burners to rest. Then, she threw a handful of blueberries, strawberries, and raspberries into a hand-painted fruit bowl she’d picked up on one of her visits to Tijuana a few years back. She and her friends used to go over the border to party at some of the bars and clubs on Avenida Revolución.Fun times. I really miss Karla, Colleen, and Maria.She sighed and sprinkled some sugar on the berries and mixed them with a wooden spoon.
“Morning, babe,” Animal said in a low voice as he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her.
“Morning,” she whispered, leaning back into him and lifting her chin as his lips nuzzled the curve of her neck, sending shivers skipping through her whole body. She inhaled her citrus body wash and shampoo and smiled. “You smell good.”
He chuckled. “I smell like a fuckin’ woman, but next time I’ll bring my own stuff.”
A thread of joy curled around her spine.Next time. Oh, Animal.“That would be good.”
“What’re you making? It smells awesome.” He reached around her and plucked out a blueberry and popped it in his mouth.
“Is it sweet enough?”
“It’s good—not as sweet as you taste, but then I’ve never tasted anything like you before. Try one.” He picked out another berry and she took it between her lips. “Good, right?” Animal turned her around and slowly licked the granules of sugar off her lips before pressing his mouth to hers in a deep kiss.
She broke the connection and rested her forehead on his chest. “If I don’t get over to the oven, we’re going to have burnt croissants for breakfast.” She tilted her head to look at him.
Animal kissed the tip of her nose. “We wouldn’t want that.” His smile widened into a grin that was both boyish and seductive.
Olivia turned away. “I hope you’re hungry.”
“I am, but I’ll eat breakfast first.” He swatted her butt playfully, and when she looked at him over her shoulder, a pink flush colored her cheeks. He winked, and her insides melted on the spot.
“I have fresh squeezed orange juice on the counter and coffee in the pot. Help yourself,” she said, taking out the sheet pan.
Olivia put the quiche, croissants, fruit salad, pitcher of juice and coffee on the table and sat down. Animal glanced down at his phone when it pinged, a crease forming across his forehead.
“Is everything okay?” she asked, placing a generous portion of food on his plate.
“Yeah.” He picked up his fork and took a bite. “This is really good, babe.”
“Thanks. What time do you have to pick up Lucy?”
“In a couple of hours. Addie took her and her daughter Hope to the mall.”
“Lucy told me she loves going to the mall. She showed me what her aunt bought her the last time they went together. It’s the cute panda purse and matching sweater.”
