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She was mesmerized by the feeling of his tongue circling her tightened bud, and by the sight of it, too.
By the way his large hands skimmed over her rib cage, down her waist, to her hips, and she watched as his dark head continued down her body, a trail of hot kisses left in his wake.
She moaned when he kissed just beneath her belly button, when he reached the waistband of her panties.
And then he moved his hands down to her thighs, and back up again, his thumbs going underneath the sodden white fabric as he pulled them down slowly, leaving him eye level with the most intimate part of her.
Her head fell back against the shower wall, and she was breathing hard and fast, embarrassment warring with curiosity to see what he would do next.
She hoped that she knew what he was going to do next.
She was aching for it. Desperate.
And when he leaned in and stroked his tongue over that place that was most needy for him, she grabbed the back of his head with one hand and braced herself against the wall with the other, trying to keep herself from melting into a full-on puddle.
“Levi,” she said, his name coming out a breath she sighed.
He moved his head back and forth, burying his face there between her legs as he began to lick and suck and create a tormenting rhythm that he played like a song through her body. Through her soul.
She was lost in it. She could no longer analyze the moment. She could only feel. It was this. This glorious tipping point that took her over into the land where she was all feeling.
No thinking at all.
Where she was everything she had worked all these last years to not be.
Book-smart. And that was Quinn Sullivan.
She had put away those feverish feelings that often roiled over into overbright tempers, but apparently contained all her passion, as well.
And now... Now it was like she had found it again. Like she had found herself.
In the stroke of his tongue, the tease of his fingers, and then, when he pushed one inside her body and began to move it rhythmically along with his tongue, it was like stars burst behind her eyes.
The climax hit her so hard, so unexpected, that she let out a short, sharp scream, moving her hips helplessly in time with the demands of her body.
“Levi,” she said again.
And then he kissed down her inner thigh, down her leg, and stopped, looking at her socks.
“They just are the cutest thing.”
And he took one sodden sock off, and then another, and looked up at her, the expression on his face dumbfounded. Like he had no idea what he was doing here, either. Or why. Like he didn’t understand this connection between them any more than she did. Or maybe she even understood it more.
Hardheaded seeing hardheaded.
Water seeking its own level.
Because they were the same. They weren’t different. And she had been foolish when she’d said to him that they saw things differently. They didn’t.
They didn’t.
He wrung her socks out, laughing before he threw them over the top of the shower door. She hadn’t known that sex could be funny, but that was pretty funny.
Then he got back to his feet and kissed her. Kissed her deep and hard.
“I brought a condom,” she whimpered against his mouth.
“You really are smart, Quinn,” he said.
