Page 27 of Capturing the Captain

The way Josh still came back for me after that has proven how much he cares for me. I now need to show him that I care about him too. That's if he'll let me. He could have thought a lot this weekend and decided not to be with such a cold-hearted bitch who turns on him the second things get a little rough. Maybe that's why he hasn't called.

Giving up on work completely, I go to gather the things I need for tomorrow. Camera, lenses, spare batteries, extra SD cards and my laptop.

I leave the bags at the door so I don't forget to bring them. I know the whole reason I'll be going there is to take photographs, but the way my head is reeling lately, I wouldn't be surprised if I turned up without them.

Turning the lights off, I gather my phone and a mug of tea that I take to bed every night. Real tea. The tea you only find in the UK. When I'm almost in my bedroom, a knock sounds. Is that my door? Surely not. It's almost 10pm and I'm not expecting anyone.

Knock, knock, knock. That's definitely my door.

It's moments like these that I wish I had a peep hole. What kind of person knocks on your door at 10pm at night? The bad kind of people, that's who. Against my better judgement I make my way closer.

It’s probably nothing. A neighbor wanting to borrow a cup of sugar, maybe? Does that actually happen in real life or just in movies? It could be a takeout delivery. People still eat dinner at this time, don’t they?

I slowly unlock the door, adrenaline shooting through my veins. I’ll just countdown and swing it open. Maybe I should grab a weapon. What if it’s a kidnapper, ready to take me away somewhere where no one will ever find me? He’ll eventually murder me though and throw my body in some kind of river so that it’s never found. Would a kidnapper even knock on a door though? Surely they would just break in and take me when I’m asleep.

Ugh, Olivia you're acting so stupid right now! Just open the fucking door.

I take a deep breath, because somehow that makes whoever is behind the door less scary. Rolling my eyes at myself, I swing the door open.

When I catch sight of the beautiful man in front of me, my heart stutters in my chest. He’s here. He came to me.

“I’m so sorry I didn't call. The plane was delayed and I was gonna call but honestly I just needed to see you.”

“You came straight here?” I ask, eyeing the bag slung around his shoulders. “You didn't go home first?”

“No, Ollie baby, I didn't go home first. I've missed you so damn mu-”

I throw myself at him, my lips crushing against his. Grabbing him by the collar of his suit shirt, I walk us backward into my apartment. He kicks the door closed on the way past, throwing his bag off his shoulder, never breaking the kiss. He hauls me into his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist as he takes us to my room.

It’s hungry, full of need and desperation. As he lowers me onto my bed, hovering above me, he breaks the kiss looking into my eyes. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

Running my hand across his cheek, guilt overtakes me again. “There’s nothing for you to be sorry for. I'm the one who needs to apologize to you.”

He plants a gentle kiss on my mouth. “I’m not gonna sit here and say what you did was okay but I know you didn't mean it. I could feel it when you walked out that door. You got scared, which is understandable, when you've been through what you have. And maybe I’m wrong, but I think seeing that piece of shit, Ryan, probably threw you off even more.”

“That’s no excuse though.”

“No, it's not, but I don't care. I just need you to promise me something.”

“Anything.”

He runs his hand down the side of my face, caressing my cheek. “If anything happens again, just talk to me. I will never lie to you, Olivia. Trust me.”

Trust isn’t something that comes easily to me. It has to be earned and a lot of the time, it can take a while for me to get there. But with Josh, there’s no doubt in my mind that I would trust him with my life. I don’t know what it is. The sincerity in his voice? The way he pleads with those intoxicating, green eyes? I have no idea.

“I will. I promise.”

Bringing his hand to my face, he wipes a lone tear sliding down towards my hairline. When he kisses me again I feel complete. It’s a strange feeling, putting everything you have into one person, one kiss. But it feels right. This man has my whole heart. It doesn't belong to me anymore. It's completely his. And I’m trusting him with every single piece.

Our kisses become sloppier, more needy as he grinds his cock against my sex.

Deeping the kiss, my hands move to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them as fast as I can. When there’s just enough buttons undone, he raises onto his knees pulling his shirt over his head. I swear I will never get tired of this sight.

Using the space between us, I lift my own top over my head, bare breasts on full display. The heat in Josh’s eyes when he sees me lying like this beneath him is sending shivers down my spine and a warm feeling pools low in my stomach.

He brings his mouth to mine again, and I can feel how turned on he is from where his cock is pressed against me. Kissing and biting his way down my neck, his stubble scratching my exposed skin, I’m writhing beneath him. He licks across my nipple, eyes on mine and the sight of him like this has me crumbling. I become needy, letting out small whimpers as he sucks on my breasts.

He brings one hand down, rubbing my clit over my clothes and I snap.