Olivia's POV
Amid our tangled bodies, Christopher shifted, his movements a calculated tease. With a soft groan, he lifted me effortlessly, his strength sending a thrill of exhilaration through me. Our connection never faltered, even as he carried me from the chilly grip of the balcony to the warmth of his decadent bedroom.
"Why do I feel like I'm being carried off to some boudoir crime scene?" I teased breathlessly, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist.
"Oh, you're a tempting crime worth committing, Olivia."
I giggled at his cheesy line. "Really? That's the best you've got?"
He grinned. "What can I say? You make me lose my wit."
"Along with your clothes, apparently," I quipped, gesturing to his half-naked state.
"Touché."
With surprising gentleness, he laid me down on the plush bed. The silk sheets felt cool against my heated skin, shivering down my spine. Christopher hovered over me, his eyes roaming my body with undisguised hunger.