Page 192 of So This Is War
“And I wanted to have this night with you because you deserved a date, but also because I wanted to tell you that you make me really happy. Like happier than I ever thought I could be.”
“You make me happy too, Levi.”
I smile as my stomach churns. “I’m, uh, I’m glad.”
Her brow pulls together. “Are you okay? You seem nervous.”
“Yeah.” I gulp, then set my champagne down. I set hers down as well and take her hand in mine. “I’m just trying to say something to you, and I’ve never done it before.”
Her face brightens, and under the firelight, it’s the sweetest, most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And for some reason, that settles the racing in my heart.
“I wanted to tell you that you make me really happy, Wylie, and these past few weeks, although complicated, have meant so much to me. And I know it’s because I’ve found someone who understands me, who matches me in energy, and who cares but challenges me at the same time. I know it might be crazy, but from the night I first met you at the bar, I knew something was special between us. Something I didn’t want to let go of.” I wet my lips and look her in the eyes. “What I’m trying to tell you is that I’m in love with you, Wylie.”
Her eyes well up as she moves in closer and sits on my lap. She cups my cheeks and gives me a soft yet full kiss. When she pulls away, she says, “I’m in love with you too, Levi.”
Relief flashes through me as joy erupts inside my chest. I wrap my arms around her and pull her in even closer. “Really?”
“Really,” she says. “How could I not when you’re everything I’ve ever needed in my life? The goofiness, the protectiveness, the sexiness, the encouragement. You’re so much more than I deserve, and I’m going to cling to you as long as you let me.”
I press my forehead to hers and sigh. “Fuck, I’m so glad to hear that. I was nervous you’d think it was too soon.”
“No,” she says, dragging her thumb over my jaw. “To me, it almost feels like we’ve known each other for a while.”
“Same,” I say as I play with the strap of her thong under her shirt. “Feels like you were made for me.” And then I drag her shirt up and over her head, leaving her in her lingerie set.
She smirks. “I thought I told you I didn’t want to eat in this.”
“You’re not eating. I am, babe,” I say before laying her down on the blanket. With a satisfied smile, she lets me peel off her thong before I spread her legs and make room for my large body.
Her hand lazily falls into my hair as I press lingering kisses along her inner thigh until I reach her arousal. I drape her legs over my shoulders, prop her up with my hands, and press kisses over her pussy, along her pubic bone, and when she squirms, I spread her with my tongue and lap at her clit.
“Fuck, yes,” she groans as she shifts her hips, looking for more. “I love your tongue, Levi.”
And I love you.
I love everything about you, Wylie.
And I will make sure there is nothing, and I mean nothing, that pulls us apart.
Making slow strokes with my tongue, I pull down one of her bra cups and glide my finger over her nipple until it’s hard and pointed, then while I continue to go down on her, I roll the hard nub between my fingers.
She cries out.
She heaves.
She twists and turns under my hold.
And when I suck her clit between my lips, I pinch her nipple at the same time.
Her legs clench around me as she lets out a feral cry.
Loving her responsiveness, I do it again, sucking hard.
“Fuck, Levi,” she calls out as her body stiffens, and her hand pulls on my hair. “Oh my God.”
Her legs quiver.
Her mouth parts.
