“You’re not just a woman I’m dating. We have history. A long, amazing history.”
“That was over a decade ago. Your expectations aren’t realistic. How would you feel getting that kind of demand?”
He exhales, drops his elbows to his thighs, and rubs his face with both hands. “You’re right.” He shakes his head. “I don’t understand this chaos inside me.”
The truth is, we’re both emotional messes. We might have formal education and worldly experience behind us, along with plenty of attempted relationships, yet it feels like our emotions are caught in a time warp, and our feelings are those of the teenagers we’d been when we were in love.
All those thoughts bring on a revelation. One I know I need to act on before I lose the nerve. I balance one hand on his thigh, pull my feet under me, and step across him, then lower to straddle his lap. His hands immediately grip my hips, balancing me. I take his face in my hands, and he looks up at me with a combination of misery and affection.
“But a decade ago, or not,” I tell him, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone else. And even though this is all happening really fast, the fact that I still feel this way about you all these years later means something.” I comb my fingers into his hair, pushing it off his forehead. “Can you give me some time to get used to the idea? I’ve had a lot of major changes in my life over the last few weeks. I’m still spinning.”
Hope lights his eyes. “Yeah. I can do that.”
“I think we need time to build trust again.”
“Good idea.”
I smile and press my forehead to his. “I love it when you agree with me.”
He laughs, his eyes fall closed, and relief eases the lines of his face.
“I want you,” I tell him.
His lids open halfway. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, to anything you want. Most especially when it’s me.”
“Now we’re talking.” I lower my head and meet his hungry mouth with my own. All our emotions float at the surface, making for a very intense current between us. Our kisses are deeper, hotter, sexier, needier.
His hands slide beneath my tank and up my back. He drags off my top and pushes it between the rock and my knee
. Next, my running bra, and he pushes it under the other knee. I go all soft over the thoughtfulness, then he drops his mouth to one breast, and the thought of “soft” is blown away. I push up on my knees, and he drags my shorts and panties down my hips. I work them off my legs while he’s already touching me. I get one leg free as his fingers find my heat and sink deep.
“God…” The pleasure is intense and lightning fast. I’m trying to work his jeans open, but his arm is in the way, his hands and mouth creating crazy sensations.
No one has ever known my body like this. He’s hitting every last hot spot at the same time, and I can’t help but move, enhancing all the sensations.
He breaks the suction on my breast. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
I finally knock his arm out of the way, and his fingers slide from my body, which is fine, because I need more. “I don’t remember this being so complicated when we were kids.”
He laughs, just a chuckle, but the more I struggle with his zipper and his jeans, the harder he laughs. When I pull him free, he’s not laughing anymore, and I take no extra time getting him inside me. When I sink down on him, we echo twin moans of pleasure.
Now that he’s filling me, the raw edge of need is sated, and I slow everything down. I stop moving and just kiss him. Comb my fingers into his hair, score my nails over his shoulders and down his arms. Luxuriate in the feeling of him filling me. Completing me. I’ve never felt like I belonged anywhere more than right here, with him.
I thread our fingers together on both hands and begin to move. Levi watches me, lust brimming in his eyes, love radiating from his expression. He’s always made me feel beautiful and sexy and powerful. And now, I watch as desire heats his eyes. He tilts his head and kisses my shoulder, my throat, my jaw, murmuring my name in between. He’s long and hard and hot inside me, and riding him makes it easy for me to climax.
Levi lets the first wave crash, then pulls his hands from mine, grips my hips, and grinds. The friction quickly draws another orgasm. And when he’s ready to find his own pleasure, he waits until I am too, and we come together.
Exhausted from physical and emotional stress, I rest my forehead against his shoulder as I catch my breath. I tingle for the longest time afterward. I’ve never felt this good with anyone else. With anyone other than Levi, the after process is painfully awkward. But with Levi, it’s just…right. Natural. Comfortable. We’re both breathing hard, and Levi leans back against the wall again, lazily twirling a strand of my hair around his finger.
“I don’t wanna go back to work,” he says. “Let’s call in sick.”
I laugh and lift my head. “If only.”
“The drawback of self-employment.” He drops my hair and runs a knuckle along my jaw. “Have dinner with me tonight?”