Olivia's POV
Before I could respond, I felt him lean closer, his presence crowding me until I had no choice but to lay back on the bed. His body hovered over mine in the darkness, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him.
"I'm dying to kiss you again," he murmured, his voice rough with want. "I can't stop thinking about your lips, how soft they were, how sweet you tasted."
My breath hitched as his hand traced down my side, making me shiver.
"I need to taste you again, Livy," he whispered, leaning closer still. "Need to feel your mouth on mine, need to…"
Again? What the hell! Did I hear him correctly, or is my mind playing tricks on me?
This cannot be.
I pressed my hand flat against his chest, stopping him, as he traced his fingers up my legs. "Maxwell?"
He froze completely. "What?"
My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could feel it. "Maxwell?"
"Why do you keep calling me that?" His voice had gone flat.
