The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

“What?” She gasped and freed herself, pushing at his
shoulder until he ended up on his back under her. He surely
could have unseated her, giant that he was. And yet. “Take it
back.”
“You said it first.”
“Take it back. My feet are cute.”
“In a hideous way, maybe.”
“That’s not a thing.”
His laugh blew warm against her cheek. “There’s probably
a German word for that. Cute, but exceptionally ugly.”
She bit his lip just enough to make him feel it, and Adam—
he seemed to lose that grip he always had on himself. He
seemed to suddenly want more, and he flipped them until she
was underneath him, turning the bite into a kiss. Or maybe it
was Olive herself, since her tongue was licking his lip, exactly
where she’d made it sting.
She should probably tell him to stop. She was sweaty and
sticky, and should excuse herself and go take a shower. Yes,
that sounded like good sex etiquette. But he felt warm and
strong, positively glowing. He smelled delicious, even after all
they’d done, and she couldn’t help getting sidetracked and
letting her arms loop around his neck. Pulling him down.
“You weigh a ton,” she told him. He made to move up and
away, but she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him
close. She felt so safe with him. Invincible. A true slayer. He
turned her into a powerful, ferocious person, one that could
destroy Tom Benton and pancreatic cancer before breakfast.
“No, I love it. Stay, please.” She grinned up at him, and
saw his breathing speed up.
“You are a cover hog.” There was a spot at the base of her
neck that he’d found earlier, a spot that made her sigh and arch