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Derek let go of her, but only to stand and reach for his belt buckle, and then his zipper. He pushed down his pants along with his boxers, pulling his legs out of them before he looked at her again. 

He grabbed his cock, stroking it as he stared at her, “It’s not going to be slow, Liv,” he told her, breathing hard, as a sexy intensity filled his features “I'm going to take you fast and hard, but it’ll be good. Damn, I can’t wait, it’s gonna be so good.”

“I’m ready for good,” she said and nodded her agreement before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as desire and anticipation gripped her throat.

He didn’t lie. He came back to her and thrust into her in one fast, deep stroke that almost sent her soaring over the couch. But she’d planted her feet on the floor and clenched the cushion in her fingers. She gasped as her body stretched and acclimated to his presence.

He sealed his mouth against hers, his tongue thrusting deep. She scented herself, his masculine, woodsy aroma, and the combination was an aphrodisiac made just for her.

Breaking the kiss, he stared deeply into her eyes, and she fell under the safety in his stare.

She welcomed him inside her, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. Coherent thought escaped him. His concentration centered on the ebb and flow of their bodies coming together in an explosion of heat and fulfillment.

His fingers tightened on her hips, and he fucked her hard. Stroking her, stretching her...filling her...her toes curling against the pleasure. He proved his words true as he thrust upward and she dug in her fingernails into his chest, lost in the depths of his eyes. His groans echoed her moans as he moved faster, harder, rougher. Until she lost sight of him, falling into the sweet darkness that belonged only to them. A place of total surrender where nothing painful could touch her.

A place she suddenly never wanted to wake up from.

“Mine,” he said as he pulled out slightly and thrust back in, hard and deep. “You’re mine, Liv.” He pumped faster, in and out, until she was breathless, full and so wet her essence dripped down to her inner thighs. “Say it. Tell me you're mine,” 

“I'm yours,” she whispered. “All yours, Derek.”

“Yes, baby,” he groaned, “I'm never letting you go again,”

“Derek!” she screamed when his hand came around to toy with her clit as he continued to pump into her.

Hard and fast and damn delicious, that’s what this was. There was nothing gentle or slow about the way they made love. She met him, thrust for thrust. Her breath came in short, hard pants. He struggled for his own breath when her body tightened around his thick shaft as another orgasm rocked her body.

When her legs were through shaking, he eased out of her, maneuvering them until this time he sat and she straddled his lap. He ran his fingers over her waist as she settled onto his length. She gripped her breasts, kneading them as pleasure built inside her once more.

“Let them go,” he told her. “I want to see them bounce.”

She did as he requested and clamped her hands onto his shoulders, bracing herself as his thrusts increased. She matched his movements, riding him until the sound of their joining echoed in the air. He leaned in until the movement of her breasts could slap against his cheeks.

“So good,” he mumbled. “So damn fucking good.”

“Yes!” she yelled when she knew another release was imminent. “Yes!”

“Yes, so…damn…good.” He held her close, his face buried so thoroughly between her breasts she wondered if he could breathe. She came at the exact moment her thighs trembled around him once more. 

He felt wild and primal as he stroked her body with his. He drove into her again and again. Deeper. Harder. Tension climbed. His body burned from the strain of muscle as he lost himself in the power of his own release.

Eventually his senses began a slow return. The first thing he became aware of was the leisurely sensation of her fingertips gliding lightly over his back. He moved them so he was lying on the couch with her on top of him. Olivia snuggled closer and he draped his leg over her hers. With her head nestled in the crook of his arm, he closed his eyes and breathed in the sweet, musky scent of their lovemaking.

“I love you, Liv,” he said. 

Oliva smiled into his chest, “I love you too, Derek,” 

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Olivia drifted back to consciousness slowly, anchored by the steady, rhythmic thrum of a heartbeat against her ear.

She was still sprawled across Derek’s chest, her skin sensitized and warm where it pressed against his. His arm was a heavy, protective weight draped over her waist, his hand splayed possessively over the small of her back just as it had been all night.

She didn't move. She just lay there for a moment, breathing him in—the scent of his skin, the lingering musk of their lovemaking, and the faint, citrusy trace of the midnight champagne. A slow, private smile tugged at her lips as the flashes of the night before rushed through her mind. She was happy. Not just "holiday happy," but a deep, settled kind of joy that felt like she’d finally found the missing piece of a very complicated puzzle.

Brrrr-brrrr. Brrrr-brrrr.

The sound was jarring, cutting through the peaceful haze like a blunt blade. Olivia winced, burying her face deeper into the crook of Derek’s neck to drown it out, but the vibration persisted. It was muffled, coming from somewhere deep within the pile of emerald silk and charcoal wool discarded on the floor.

Her phone. Somewhere in her clutch, it was screaming for attention. With a reluctant sigh, Olivia began to disentangle herself from the nest of limbs and velvet throws. The second she shifted, Derek let out a low, territorial groan. Even in his sleep, his reflexes were sharp; he tightened his hold, pulling her back against his heat until she was pinned firmly to his side.

“Stay…” he murmured, his voice a thick, sleep-roughened growl that sent a fresh shiver down her spine.

He didn't open his eyes, but his nose brushed against her temple, his breath warm and steady. Olivia chuckled, the sound soft and melodic. She propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at him. With his dark hair mussed and his jaw shadowed with overnight stubble

“I’ll be back, I promise,” she whispered, leaning down to press a lingering, tender kiss to his cheek. She felt his grip loosen just a fraction, a silent concession. “Just give me a minute, Derek. I need to see who's calling.”