Christopher's POV
Olivia's lips were intoxicating, her taste mingling with the remnants of breakfast. I pulled her closer, my hands roaming her back, the shirt sliding under my fingertips. My shirt. God, seeing her in it was sexier than I could have imagined. I could feel myself getting harder, each kiss deepening the ache between my legs.
I lifted her effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, her legs wrapping around me in a way that told me just how eager she was. Her hands were all over me, her touch driving me wild. I broke the kiss, needing to see those eyes, those lips, that expression that made me feel like the only man in the universe.
"You're so fucking sexy in my shirt," I muttered.