Page 18 of The Heart Remembers

“Was there a pun in that recommendation?”

He gives me a sheepish grin and steps over to the bed. With a hop, he helps himself to the open space, bouncing next to me in my seated position against the headboard.

“What are we reading?” he continues to mock, eyes falling to the bright screen of my tablet.

“Nothing,” I choke, quickly closing the flap cover, but Levi is quicker, tugging the tablet from me and opening it. By some fluke of technology, it hasn’t closed out of the screen, and Levi begins to read aloud before I can stop him.

“Her hands danced through my thick hair as she giggled, then moaned, a combination of laughter and passion. The sound traveled straight to my dick, and I shimmied her jeans to her knees, forcing them to bend and expose her to me.”

“What the hell is this?” he strains. I reach for the tablet, but he holds it out to his side, too far for my reach despite my body falling over his.

“Give it to me,” I whine, and he gasps at the implication. “I mean the book.”

Holding it higher, he narrows his eyes and continues to read.

“You wouldn’t dare . . .” Her voice faded off as I ran a finger through her wet folds.”

“Levi,” I hiss already wound tight from the story and our earlier moment.

“Wouldn’t dare do what?” I chuckled, knowing what she meant and intending to ignore her. My eyes roamed up the landscape of her body. Her head tilted upward as she glared back at me between her open thighs. I held the bottle precariously over the center of her, tipping it like I intended to pour. Those innocent doe eyes softened, and I faltered. She wasn’t fighting me. In fact, she was about to let me do anything to her, despite her protest. Her trust overwhelmed me. She trusted me, and it was strange to witness her giving it to me.”

“Oh my God, Levi, please stop reading,” I beg as his voice deepens and turns rougher, throatier.

“I twisted my head and took a swig, then put my mouth over her heated entrance, letting the alcohol cascade over her folds, combining with her essence. Her hips bucked at the sensation of warm liquid over sensitive skin, ripe with desire. My attention turned from teasing to tasting her, which I did with full abandon. My thoughts were lost to everything except the task at hand—bringing her to pleasure. I had no notion of my surroundings, other than her thighs on either side of my cheeks and her unending trust in me. Feasting on her, focusing on her . . .”

“All right, that’s enough,” I demand, crawling over him and grabbing the tablet. It snaps shut with a loud crack, and I toss it to the bed, noticing my position too late. I’m straddling Levi. He glances down where my legs are spread over his thighs. In seconds, I’m flipped to my back with Levi over me.

“Is that what you want, Katie girl? A man to pour whiskey on you and drink you up?”

Jesus, I hiss, turning my head away from him. I’m so turned on I can’t think straight, and the rhythm between my thighs pulses louder than my heart. The clenching forces me to buck upward, brushing my core against the hard length of him.

“Did the doctor not satisfy you?” His voice lowers, seductive and sweet while possessive at the same time.

“I’m not discussing Derek with you,” I mutter. Levi thrusts forward, tapping me with the heavy thickness of him.

“Then let’s discuss whiskey and women,” he says, sliding a hand down my side, tracing my body. I should stop him, but I don’t want him to. Instead, my head tips back as his nose skims along my throat. We don’t speak as my nightdress lifts, and his hand coasts over my upper thigh.

“Oh God,” I moan, unable to handle this, unable to handle him teasing me. Either touch me or don’t, I want to scream. As if he read my mind, his knuckles brush over the panel of my thong.

“Sweet Jesus,” he mutters, looking down where his hand brushes against me again. “Sweet girl, you are soaking wet.”

My mouth falls open, but he’s moving down my body. Before I know what’s happening, my thong is shoved to the side, and he blows air on tender skin, dripping with desire as the book stated. Hesitantly, my hands cover the sides of his head.

“Please,” I whimper. “Don’t tease me.” It’s more forward than throwing myself at him, kissing him in a hallway, but Levi hears the strain in my plea. His tongue swipes across me, and I’m gone, lost in the bliss of fantasies about him doing this very thing to me. His mouth turns more aggressive, sucking my clit between his lips before his tongue delves between the folds.

“Oh God,” I groan again, at a loss for words. It’s never felt this incredible. His tongue. His lips. And then two fingers join the mix, diving into me on a quick rush while his tongue teases that sensitive nub, and I break faster than I ever have before. With knees spread on either side of his head, I jackknife forward, holding his head in my hands and purr at the onslaught of my orgasm. I’m floating, falling, free in this experience of his mouth at my center.

When I can’t take any more, I fall back to the bed, and Levi slows, taking a final lap across my spent folds. I tip my head, arching my back.

“Enough,” I mutter, but the second he’s released me, I want him again. I want another one just like that, only I don’t want to be selfish. Hell, I don’t even know what happened. As my eyes open and I stare into the dark ones looking back at me, I bite my lip, certain my expression reads fear instead of sated.

What just happened here?

“Thank you for that,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh before slowly retreating off the end of the bed.

Where are you going? I should ask, but I don’t, still stunned that Levi Walker just feasted on me. I’ll never be the same again.

My body craves more, but my heart can’t take whatever’s happening.