Thank God.
She slowly moves forward, her gaze sweeping over the living room. I had the movers bring my furniture from the house in Verona, but everything is covered with plastic sheets to protect it from dust.
She keeps quiet as she walks through the room toward the kitchen.
“I want to knock out that wall so it’s all open plan,” I mention. I stay a few steps behind Kelcie. “And I’m thinking of replacing everything with mahogany cupboards. We can put a dark marble slab on the island and counters.”
“It will look beautiful,” she whispers, emotion tightening her voice. She trails her fingertips over the worn wood, then she asks, “Can I make the cupboard doors?”
Remembering she used to whittle and she hasn’t done it since the attack, I realize what a big moment this is for Kelcie.
I move closer to her and place my hand on her lower back. “Of course you can. Just tell me what you need, and I’ll order everything.”
She shakes her head. “I have a contact who always supplied me with the best quality wood. I’ll use them.”
We head up the stairs, and as we walk from room to room, Kelcie takes her time to look at every nook and cranny. When we reach the main bedroom, she gasps.
Looking at the walk-in closet where I’ve put up shelves, drawers, and hanging space for clothes, she says, “God, Levi. Did you do all this?”
“Do you like it?” I ask. “I can change it if you want to add or remove something.”
Her head snaps to me. “Don’t you dare change a thing. I love it.” She gives me a teasing look. “So this row of shelves is yours, and the rest of the closet is mine, right?”
I let out a chuckle and follow her to the en suite bathroom. She scrunches her nose at the strong smell of glue, mortar, and paint.
“I finished this yesterday. The smell will fade soon.”
Kelcie trails her fingers over the counter and tiles. “You’re so talented. It looks like it was done by a professional.” She shoots me a look of warning. “Take the compliment.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply playfully. “Thank you.”
She grips hold of my hand and pulls me into the shower. We both fit comfortably, and there’s plenty of space to move around.
Kelcie wags her eyebrows at me. “The things I plan to do to you in this shower should scare you.”
The corner of my mouth lifts. “Yeah? Like what?”
She reaches for my jeans and pops the button before she pulls down the zipper, then she purrs, “I think it’s better if I show you.”
Fuck. That’s one hell of a turn-on.
As she pushes the fabric down my thighs, I harden at the speed of light. Her fingers wrap around my cock as she presses a kiss to my neck, and then my woman moves down to her knees.
I never allowed my ex to give me a blow job, so this is a new experience for me.
Actually, everything with Kelcie is new.
I stare down at the love of my life and watch her lips wrap around me. The pleasure is instant, and my lips part on a harsh breath.
I slap one hand against the tiled wall, and with my other, I cradle the back of Kelcie’s head.
Her tongue swirls around my shaft as if she’s licking a fucking lollipop, and then she sucks me hard, and her cheeks hollow out.
“Fuck,” I groan, the erotic sight of Kelcie going to town on my dick and the pleasure she’s making me experience pushing me closer to the edge. “I’m going to come,” I warn her, heavy breaths rushing from me.
Her fist tightens around my base, and she sucks harder, her head bobbing and tears forming in her eyes.
The orgasm hits so hard, I sway on my feet and stop breathing altogether. My fist tightens in her hair as I ride the wave of pure ecstasy while I get to watch her swallow every drop of my release.
