Page 32 of The Heart Remembers

“Katie girl, after today, would it be presumptuous to ask if I could sleep with you?”

“Please be presumptuous,” I tease. Levi sets the monitor on the night stand and folds down beside me. With a hand on my shoulder, he rolls me, so my back meets his front, and an arm slips over my waist. As I continue to stare at the dim illumination of the window, I realize Levi meant sleep—as in sleep-sleep—and I begin to giggle. My hand covers my lips because it can’t be helped. The tee-heeing escapes. I’m so stupid.

“What’s so funny?” Levi asks and I shake my head. He props up on his elbow, presses a kiss to my shoulder, and then places his hand there so I look at him. “Tell me.”

“You said sleep, and I just thought—” I cut myself off. I can’t say it. I can’t tell him what I had in my head.

“Tell me.” His voice deepens, the tone roughening. Fingers come to my side, and he digs in, tickling me. I squeal and then cover my mouth with both hands at the sharp noise in the quiet of the night. Though I flip to my back in hopes to stop him, he continues to torture me.

“Okay,” I say too loudly again. “Okay, I just thought you meant sleep as in sex, and it was silly of me because—”

“Do you want to have sex with me?” Levi interrupts, flattening his hand and sliding it to my belly.

“Well, I didn’t want to presume, but I obviously did presume, and now I just want to unassume and—”

My mouth is stopped by his. His tongue rushes forward, and I instantly melt under him. His body shifts so he’s partially over me. Taking my lips with control and command, I follow his lead. My hands reach for the side of his head, slipping to the back and holding him there. His hand on my belly slides up my body and covers a breast as his mouth pays homage to mine. He squeezes, and I moan, the sound rolling from my throat to his.

“I’d very much like to have sex with you,” he says, pulling back only slightly to look at my lips while massaging my breast. “God, I want more than sex with you, sweet girl.”

I don’t have time to consider what that means as my nightdress is lifting, and I sit up only enough to slip it over my head, exposing myself to him. His eyes worship my body while his hand skims over my skin as if he doesn’t know where to touch first. He returns to a breast, and my back arches, forcing his hand to tighten over the achy globe and squeeze.

“Yes,” I whisper until his forefinger and thumb pinch the peaked nipple and add a little twist. “Oh, God.”

“Like that?” he teases, lowering his mouth for the sharp nub while placing his hand on my other breast, twisting and teasing it as his tongue tortures my nipple. I’m not easily stimulated here, but his tongue does wonders while his fingers work magic. My legs spread, inviting Levi to shift between them, and he does, fitting his hips snug between my thighs.

“God, Katie girl, you are so beautiful.” His mouth moves down my middle, tongue circling my belly before fingers curl into my underwear and take their time to remove the flimsy material. Levi sits back to stare at my body, spread and primed for him. Fingers dance over my core, and I bow off the bed again.

“I want to take my time but dive in at the same time.”

“Dive in,” I beg. “We can take our time for round two.”

“I get a second turn?” he teases.

“You might even get a third,” I whisper, loving the way his fingers work, slipping lazily up and down my slit before circling me, teasing me. “Touch me,” I beg, and he does as I command, sliding a finger into me and quickly adding a second. My hand lowers for his wrist, holding onto it as his hand moves back and forth, fingers filling me.

“Third time is the charm,” Levi teases. “And I’ll be taking all my chances.” His thumb finds my clit, and the combination is too much. With my fantasies of his mouth still haunting my mind, I quickly break, and he works me until I beg him to stop.

“Nope,” he demands, lowering his head so his tongue can continue to tease me, spread me, and force me to spill. I quickly come again. “You’re fast.” A soft chuckle fills his voice, and I shake my head.

“I never come this quickly. I’ve just been thinking about this for days.”

Levi kneels to remove his shirt and lower his shorts. He’s commando under the sports material, and my mouth waters when I finally see the impressive bulge in the flesh. My fingers reach for him, and he allows me to wrap my hands around the thickness, tugging gently.

“You’ve been thinking about this?” he asks, straining under my ministrations. “Like that book you were reading the other night? Tell me.”

The sharp command forces forth the words. “I was thinking about you spreading me wide and taking me deep, filling me like the next passage in that story.”

“Fuck, sweet girl,” he mutters, reaching for his shorts and digging out a condom.

“Was I a forgone conclusion?” I stare at him as he rips the package and covers himself.

“No, but I was, and I want this. Hope is a dangerous thing.” Levi balances over me, using his hand to guide himself to my entrance. He drags the tip through my folds, ready and waiting for him. The anticipation builds, and my knees bend, opening me wider. One foot slides up the back of his leg, heel pressing under his backside.

“Want something, sweet girl?”

I bite my lip, but in my head, I scream for him to take me.

“Say it, and I’ll give you anything.”