Olivia breathed deeply, but she did not respond. Henry let the moment hang a bit, the silent chaos of the room disappearing as they held each other close.
“Who were they?” Henry asked quietly after a minute of serenity.
Olivia sat up from his chest and ran her hands through her hair, attempting to return it to the messy bun she had it in previously. Henry pushed the hair out of her eyes, then let his hand briefly rest on her cheek.
He still couldn’t believe how gorgeous she was. Her eyes stood out like jewels in a snowstorm, and her skin was so soft and supple. When she looked at him for a long moment, he felt his body strain, her beauty physically hurting him.
“Um,” Olivia said, swallowing as he held her face. “I think they were with this guy who came in earlier, Philodendron or something.”
Henry nodded, then removed his hand, fearing he was making her uncomfortable. She swept by him and stepped over the disorder of the room, rainbows of paint splattered on the ground, canvases and easels lying in pieces.
“What did he want?” Henry asked.
Olivia blew air out of her mouth as she picked up the door from the side street, which was light and nimble to begin with. She settled it within the frame, looking down at the hinges with a stark indifference.
“Oh, you know,” Olivia began, “a lot of the same old crap. He wants to have his artwork displayed, get on the podcast, and get in touch with you, but he was very aggressive about it. As a woman, you learn a thing or two about which customers you should and shouldn’t take on.”
Henry nodded. Olivia left the door sitting against the frame, then returned to him, crossing her arms beneath her bountiful breasts. She was beaming, which was an abrupt shift from the disappointed look she had just shown him.
“I just realized that you are naked,” she said, smirking.
Henry was so used to being undressed, especially when it came to being a shifter and having to move through the world with a constant extra outfit. He looked down at himself, then looked up again to see Olivia sauntering toward him.
His hips were hypnotizing. He would follow them to the ends of the earth, even if it meant falling over a cliff or into a pit of lava.
“Sorry,” he muttered, suddenly feeling breathless.
Olivia stopped in front of him, looking him up and down. Her wonderful eyes settled briefly on his cock, then she licked her lips and looked back into his eyes.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I like it.”
She let her arms fall to her sides as she stepped closer to him. When there was no space left between them, her breasts pressed against him through her V-neck T-shirt, the lovely fragrance rising through her cleavage.
Olivia lifted her hand and pulled Henry’s neck down gently. Her lips were parted. She was hungry and unashamed of it.
“Touch me,” she crooned.
Her voice was like a thousand soft feathers brushing up his spine. He dropped his hands to her hips, then gradually held onto them, pulling her in closer to his nude form. She gasped when their pelvises connected, the sound so erotic and bursting with anticipation.
Henry's breath fluttered over her lips, teasing her open mouth.
“Are you okay with this shifter thing?” he whispered.
“Mmm,” Olivia moaned. “It was shocking, that’s for sure. But if I get to see you naked more often, I won’t complain.”
Henry’s brain was in an uproar. He hoped she was simply talking through the fog of her arousal and meant it when she said that his animal nature worked for her. It didn’t work with many women, not in his experience at least.
Henry rubbed her lower back and waist and eventually cupped his hands around her ass. He stooped and pulled her in aggressively, her center pressing against his shaft. He could feel it pulsing even through her jeans.
“I’m going to make sure nothing bad ever happens to you,” Henry said, still hovering painfully over her lips. “I’m going to sort out this Philodendron situation.”
Even if she couldn’t admit it, Henry could feel her approval of his statement through her body. She vibrated like an electric eel as he spoke. She didn’t want to ask to be protected, but if someone offered it like he was, it would turn her on intensely.
“Let’s not worry about that right now,” she whispered back. “I think I want you, right here, right now.”
Henry’s cock hardened immediately. Her voice was so captivating, so sultry, and full of lust. All of his rational thinking vanished as she asked for him and his unabashed passion.
“I think I can oblige, my Queen,” Henry growled.