Page 68 of One More Chance
I felt her hands tighten on my arms as her body pressed into mine; her body pleaded for more as my tongue explored her mouth. We pulled away, our breathing heavy.
“Move this to the room?” she murmured, her voice low, but certain.
“Fuck, yes, Sloane,” I breathed, barely able to control the surge of need that swept through me.
I didn’t wait another second. I stood and scooped her up, her surprised laughter drawing a smile on my face as I carried her to the bedroom.
"Careful you don't throw your back out, old man," she said between laughs.
"For you, I'd throw my back out a thousand times if you'd let me."
While holding her in my arms, Sloane's eyes locked onto mine. I saw her hesitation, the lingering uncertainty under the surface. But I alsosaw her hunger, the insatiable need within her. I felt it too, the scars we both carried and the burning intensity of our love. She was here. She was with me, and that meant everything. She was trusting me with her body and soul again.
Once we reached the bed, I laid her down, but never broke her gaze. The world outside disappeared. In that moment, all that existed was her and me. I leaned down and brushed my lips against hers, not a kiss, not yet.
“All I could think about today was you,” I whispered, our lips barely touching. "Only you." My words were raw with honesty.
She whispered, “How often do you think of me?” Her voice shook as her hands wrapped around my neck.
My response came out low, possessive, a primal force I could no longer contain. “All the time, Sloane.” I nipped at her bottom lip, savoring the shiver that ran through her. “I think about your laugh. Your smile.” I kissed the corner of her mouth as I placed a hand to her hip. "I remembered when you came, your screams, your face."
Her breath hitched as I kissed her deeper, then pulled away. “Your little noises when I find the spots that make you fall apart.” I bit her lip harder and heard the sharp intake of her breath.
I couldn’t stop myself. Each word, each touch, was a confession. In the space between kisses, I unraveled as I realized just how much I did think about her, how much I needed her in ways I hadn't fully understood before.
I growled, "And let's be honest… I think about how your tight, wet cunt fits perfectly around my cock."
Her fingers dug into my shoulders, pulling me back to her lips as if she couldn’t get enough of me. I kissed her harder, again and again, every movement becoming more urgent, more hungry.
We undressed, Sloane mumbling about needing to shower but I desperately needed her in this moment. There was something else in the air now, an unspoken invitation to explore, to trust each other in ways we hadn’t dared before.
I paused, breath shallow, and met her gaze. Her eyes were dark with anticipation, and I couldn’t stop the smirk that tugged at my mouth. “Maybe I could become one of your book boyfriends,” I teased. “They seem to get you pretty hot and bothered.”
Her laugh rang out, that soft, musical sound I craved.
“Levi! Don't make fun of my boyfriends,” she said between laughs.
With a mock growl, I lunged and tossed her to the far side of the bed, careful but dramatic. “I can be aggressive too, you know,” I said as I crawled over to her. I kissed her collarbone, letting my voice dip low, teasing. “I can growl and whisper filthy poetry in your ear.”
She laughed again, her eyes sparkling, but there was something else behind them: vulnerability, quiet and sincere. She didn’t look away. “Are you sure?” she asked softly, breath catching. “Some of them have wingspans.”
That made me laugh. “The Halloween store has wings. Say the word.”
We broke down laughing together, tangled in the sheets and breathless. When the laughter faded, she looked up at me. She looked… shy.
“I trust you, Levi."
Trust.
Not just affection. Not just lust. She was handing me something delicate and hard-earned, a precious treasure that the Old Me had never cherished. I stared dumbfounded into her eyes, clueless on what to say.
"So, Levi… are we doing this? Otherwise Mama's got a date with a shower and a bed.”
I laughed. "Didn't realize my competition was a loofah and hot water."
“The loofah always listens. Doesn’t interrupt. Great for exfoliation and post-breakdown therapy. Very low maintenance.”
I said, “Well, I guess I’ll have to work harder than the loofah.”
