OLIVIA

He was gentle. Careful. Soft.

Every touch from him sent a vibration coursing through my veins.

I could barely keep my lips shut as he trailed his fingers over my body.

He brought his lips to my left ear, swirling his tongue around my earlobe. I coiled my neck, gasping.

“Stay still, baby doll,” he whispered. “I’ve not even begun.”

Baby doll.

I loved it.

It wasn’t a spice of possessiveness like Axel’s name for me. This sounded… teasing. Playful. Passionate.

He ...