Recovery

Recovery
By AnitaB
Chapter four: So much more

If you’d asked her any time in the last couple years, Olivia would have sworn on a stack of bibles that this would never happen. That she would never be naked and impatiently waiting to get him naked and back in her arms. The first time she’d met this man, Olivia would have bet her badge that they would be more likely to kill each other than kiss each other. The cop and the con-artist wasn’t a common pairing. But Peter Bishop was so much more than just a genius and a con-artist. And with him, she could be so much more than just a badge. There was nothing she needed more than this man at her side, in her arms.

//Peter,\ He was … everything. Strong, lean muscles moved and shifted under smooth, warm skin. Hot, beautiful eyes did amazing things to her every nerve when they stroked over her face, her body. Every inch of her body could feel the need coming off him, needed him even more. Her eyes got lost in the want written on his face. But then his hands moved. //Finally, yes.\ Those gorgeous hands were at his zipper, doing the job her hands itched to do and looking so damn good at it. Button and zipper conquered, the well-worn denim starting downward. So damn slowly. At least it felt like the jeans took forever to hit the floor around his bare feet.

He was as naked as she was, at last. And he was gorgeous, and too far away. “Peter, get over here. Right now.” The smile on his face made her hands clench. She could only imagine what he was thinking as his eyes trailed over her body in a hot, shivery line. He knew what she wanted and she knew he could give it to her. Olivia wanted him, needed him. She wanted to make him feel the safety and warmth she did in his arms, wanted to give him everything. “Come here, Peter.”

Olivia felt the sheets crinkle under her knees as she moved to climb off the bed. He wasn’t moving fast enough so she’d have to meet him halfway. She wanted to touch him, feel the smooth, strong heat of him under her hands, against her body. “No, Livi. I want you back on that bed.” Her hands clenched at the low, rough sound of his voice. But her fingers were caught in the blankets, not curled around the erection her eyes were locked on. It wasn’t enough. Licking her lips, she scooted a little closer to the edge of the mattress. If he wasn’t listening to her, why should she listen to him?

When her toes hit the carpet, Peter did something that took away her ability to breathe. He growled low in his throat and finally stepped into reach. “Peter,”

That long, lean body crowded hers back onto the sheets, hot skin and strong muscles wrapping around her hungry nerves. More frustrating still, his hands curled around her wrists and pinned her hands to the pillows above her head. “Olivia, please.” Curling her legs around his waist, Olivia arched up against the gorgeous body so close, so hot above her own. She licked her lips and watched those beautiful eyes follow the tip of her tongue. Peter wanted her this much. It made her heart race in her chest, made her hands clench with the need to touch him, made her body cling more tightly to his. She wanted that kiss as much as he did. “Sweet Livia,” The man in her arms finally leaned down close enough, those hot, sweet lips opening desperately over her own. Nothing tasted better than his eager tongue dancing against her own.

Every muscle in her body felt the heat of him pressing closer, responded by holding on even tighter. But those delicious lips pulled back far, far too soon. “Peter, it’s time. I’m gonna handcuff you to this headboard if you don’t…”

She loved that smile, loved the playful spark of intelligence in his face. Olivia adored the gentle slide of his fingers along her cheek, but even more so that it freed one of her wrists. “If I don’t what, sweetheart?” She gave him a soft smile, but no answer, as a distraction in the few seconds it took to wrap her fingers around the hot, hard length of him. //Yes, Peter, please.\ He felt so damn good in her hand, trembling against every eager inch of her skin. “Olivia,”

//That’s it, my Peter, want me. Need me this much.\ A gentle squeeze and a slow stroke set two sets of nerves on fire. “If you don’t give me what I need, right now.” Every inch of her body shifted, arched, begging for the feel of him closer, deeper. Inside. “Now, Peter.”

The low, dark rumble of his laughter put a gasp to her lips just in time for him to kiss the sound away. “Not just yet, love. I need to make sure you’re ready.” Long fingers cupped the inside of her thigh, just as teasing as his smile. “I’m not ever hurting you again. Certainly not like this.” That was right, he had a hand free too. Olivia sank her teeth into her lip to keep herself from begging as her eyes fell closed at the first stroke of his fingertips between her thighs. “That’s it, my sweet Livi. You really do need me, don’t you?” That hand plunged two long fingers inside her to the sound of his low groan and her own breathless gasp. “Sweet Olivia, you have no idea how much I need you, how long I’ve wanted this.”

Weakly, Olivia got her eyes to his and both her arms around his neck. His body finally pressed down against hers, his hips cradled between her legs and his erection almost where she wanted it. “Show me, Peter. I need you, all of you, please.” Strong hands cradled her face, sweet lips brushed over hers, and hot eyes locked on hers before Peter pressed closer. Hot, hard and so careful, he slid deep enough inside her to bring tears to her eyes. //Finally,\

This was what she wanted, everything she’d needed for longer than she’d ever be able to put into words. Right here in her arms. “Olivia,” There was nothing more beautiful in the whole world than the look on his face and the heat of his touch. //Peter,\ Still and quiet, they simply held each other closer and got lost in the heat and unity of this moment. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him into a slow, gentle, sweet kiss. She was breathless when he pulled back, helpless before the hot slide of his hands over her skin. “My sweet Olivia, you’re mine. All mine. I’m not letting go of you. Not ever.”

“Never want you to. Peter, my Peter. You’re mine. Always want more of you.” She felt the muscles of his back shift under the edges of her nails. It was the only warning she got before he moved, giving her every glorious inch of himself in a long, slow, smooth thrust. It was… hmm… “Yes, Peter.” Every muscle in her body felt and thrilled in the strength and care in the plunge of his hips. The second thrust was just as careful as the first, just as incredible. And it wasn’t enough. Olivia knew the strength and potential of the body in her arms, in her body. And she wasn’t going to be satisfied until he wasn’t holding back at all. He wouldn’t hurt her by giving her all of him, and he needed to know that. “More, Peter. Don’t hold back from me.”

He groaned low in his throat and fought to make the third plunge of his body into hers just as gentle. “No, Livi. I’m not hurting you. I can’t.” His hands tightened on her back, his muscles shaking as he fought for control. Control she wanted him to lose.

“You won’t. You won’t ever hurt me, Peter. You feel… ah, hell, yes… so damn good.” Digging her nails into his back just a little, Olivia angled her hips at just the right moment to make the next thrust harder. A matching sound passed two sets of lips before she got her breath back to speak. “Gonna feel so damn good to really have you. Trust me, Peter, trust us. I want all of you. Please.” Her hips begged, rocking and arching to get him just a little deeper, just a little harder.

He went completely still in her arms, his eyes searching her face. Something filled those beautiful eyes and Olivia felt it a moment before the smile took over his face. “You’re sure, Olivia.” She managed a nod even though it wasn’t really a question. “Hold on tight.” Dragging in a deep breath, she wrapped both arms tight around his neck and locked her eyes on his face. “That’s my girl. Keep breathing for me.”

That was harder to do when Peter finally, finally let go of that tightly held control. The first hard thrust of his body into hers shoved a rasp of sound up her throat and a burst of pleasure along her every nerve. “Pe—Peter, yes.” She must be leaving nail marks on his back but all he did was hold her tighter and groan her name into a deep and desperate kiss. This… this was what she’d wanted since the first moment she’d realized he was infected. She’d needed to know, to feel in every cell in her body that he was alive and safe, and so was she. Olivia knew it now, could feel just how alive they both were rushing through her body like heat.

But if she was really honest with herself, she’d wondered what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of his brilliance and strength since he’d called her sweetheart in a sarcastic tone and smiled at her like he wanted to be arrested. And it was glorious. The heat, caring, and burning need in his beautiful eyes only heightened the fire in her nerves. //Hell, yes, Peter.\

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