Izan began scraping lightly against Olivia's palm, knowing full well how much it made her lose control.
Olivia's laugh broke out immediately, high-pitched and desperate, tears threatening at the corners of her eyes as she kicked at the sheets.
"Stop, stop, I swear I'll—" Her words broke apart in a fit of laughter.
She tried pulling her hands away, curling up, anything to resist, but he held her easily. "I'm serious, Izan, if you don't stop, I'll— I'll wet the bed!"
That made him pause, a laugh escaping from deep in his chest.
Finally, he let go, and Olivia flopped back into the pillows, panting, strands of hair sticking to her forehead.
"Evil," she muttered, shooting him a half-glare, half-smile.
He only leaned down, sealing her lips in a soft kiss that silenced her complaint.
When she didn't push him away, he shifted to lie beside her, one arm tucked under his head as his eyes wandered to the ceiling.
