“Livi, wait,” he said through mind-speech, flash-stepping onto the path when she stopped. “What?” “Are you really pissed because Barrett wouldn’t go out with you tonight?” Livi smiled. “No.” Tommy’s gaze went to her neck when she tilted it sideways, his nostrils flaring to catch her scent. “I don’t like this, Livi. I don’t like the plan, and I don’t like him.” “I know.” “Then stop,” he said as he met her gaze. “Not yet.” Tommy stepped forward, his hands lifting to her shoulders. “It’s not safe.” “Why are you so worried about me, Tommy?” His gaze searched hers. He knew what he wanted to say, but he couldn’t, not yet, not until he had permission. Lowering his head, his lips slowly brushed across hers, unsure on how she would react. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut. Gently he cupped the back of her head with his hand, drawing her closer. His cock jumped when she yielded to him, her body relaxing to fit his perfectly. Livi burrowed in, sighing when he moved closer, drawing her against him.
