Page 42 of One More Chance
Her breath shook underneath me, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven gasps as I took her nipple into my mouth. A tremble rippled through her as I teased the sensitive bud.
My hand slid to her side, thumb tracing the curve of her ribs, and I kissed the beauty mark beneath her left breast as if it was sacred. To me it was.
Lower still, I followed the path of her navel with my tongue, then paused at the delicate dip of her hips.
I looked up at her from where I knelt. Our eyes locked. “Can I keep going?” I asked, my voice quiet, sincere.
She nodded, slow and sure, then reached for me, threading her fingers through my hair. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”
When she saidplease, it lit a fire inside me. I kissed the inside of her thigh with tender reverence. Her fingers tightened in my hair, a quiet plea. I answered by settling between her thighs, parting her gently with my tongue, and devouring her as a growl escaped from deep within my chest.
“Fuck, Sloane,” I breathed against her. “You taste divine.”
She gasped, one hand rushing to her mouth to muffle her moans.
I stayed there and savored every reaction, transfixed by every flicker of emotion that crossed her features. Her stuttered breaths. How her hips lifted instinctively, inviting more. The way she bit her lower lip anytime she wasn't covering her mouth drove me mad. I took my time and drummed a steady rhythm against her with my tongue until herlegs trembled around me, until I felt her body grow taunt like a drawn bow string.
“Fuck, Levi, fuck, I'm gonna… I'm gonna…” Her whispered mewl edged me as I listened to her desperate cry for release.
“Come for me, Sloane.” I growled as I slid my fingers inside her silky heat.
That was enough to push her over the edge. She muffled her strangled cry into the couch pillow she bit into as the orgasm tore through her, sending her whole body into quivering tremors.
Only when she stopped convulsing did I pull back, kissing my way up her body. Her skin was slick with heat, her breath shallow, eyes heavy-lidded and drunk with pleasure.
I hovered over her, brushing a strand of hair from her face as I murmured, “That was so hot, Sloane. You're such a good girl, coming all over my fingers like that.”
Her eyes opened, still glazed but sharp enough to catch my cocky grin. She took a few heavy breaths, but when she spoke her voice was a velveted challenge, laced with teasing that quickened my pulse. “You like listening to yourself talk, don’t you, Levi?”
I laughed, genuinely caught off guard. “Is that what it is? I thought I was offering praise where praise is due.”
She raised an eyebrow, lips twitching in a smirk. “Mm-hmm. If this whole builder thing doesn’t work out, you could always become a phone sex operator. You really commit to the dialogue.”
I leaned in, brushing a kiss against her cheek, then her jaw, then her throat, letting my voice dip into a whisper. “Only for you. I live for your five-star reviews.”
She huffed a laugh, body still trembling beneath mine. “Shut up and kiss me.”
You don't have to tell me twice.
She pulled me up to meet her mouth. Her kiss was frantic, needful, hungry. Her hands moved down to wrap around my cock. I groaned into her mouth as she gripped me and guided me to her. Our foreheads pressed together, breath mingling.
“Levi… I'm… ” Uncertainty cracked her voice as I positioned myself at her entrance. The heat radiating off her drove me nearly insane.
“Give me your permission, Sloane,” I whispered, my voice raw, barely above a breath. “Your choice. I’m here. I’m never leaving again.”
The vow reverberated between us. Her breath came in shallow, uneven gasps, her body tensed at the weight of the choice she was about to make, the vulnerability she was allowing, the grace she was granting.
She reached up. Her fingers gripped the back of my neck to pull me closer. “Yes.”
The word was a thread between us, a lifeline. I slid into her slowly, so very slowly. I savored her divine warmth as it enveloped me inch by languid inch. The world fell away. There was nothing else in that moment but us.
She gasped again, the sound trembling through her body, and her arms locked around my neck to pull me against her. “Oh god, Levi,” she whispered. Her voice wavered with the heat of our connection.
Some unfathomable feeling beyond desire, something primal and frightening, tightened within my chest. “You’re a goddess,” I breathed, unable to stop the words from escaping. “You deserve worshipping.”
I kissed her deeply as I moved in and out of her, as if I could somehow show her, with every kiss, every breath, every thrust, that I was there. That I was hers, fully and completely.
We moved together. Our bodies rediscovered our secret rhythm as we rocked back and forth, remembering what it meant to belong toone another. Her legs wrapped around me, anchoring me to her. Her name broke from my lips and her breath hitched when my hand slid under her thigh, pulling her closer, deeper, needing all of her.
