Page 33 of The Heart Remembers

“Take me,” I beg, and he slams into me. While I’d been expecting him, I didn’t expect the overwhelming rush or the fullness as filling as he is. My body bends forward a bit, looking where he’s sunk into me.

“Oh my God, baby,” he mutters, brushing back my hair as I stare at where he’s disappeared.

“Move,” I whisper, and he does, rocking into me like we danced the other night with subtle bumps and gentle taps as our pelvises meet and then draw apart. His thickness touches every part of my inside, tapping spots untapped, and I arch back, drawing him into me. One arm hitches under my knee, forcing my leg up to his shoulder, and he moves faster, diving deeper, and I soar to new heights as I’m so open to him.

“Gonna be quick myself,” Levi strains. “Because you feel too good.”

“So good,” I purr as my hands cup his backside, forcing him into me. His hips thrust, his dick surges, and the familiar ripple races to my middle. “Levi,” I warn him.

“Let me feel it, baby. Come all over me.” I break at his words never having someone be so straightforward. The rush is even more than the first two, and I curl upward, tugging him down to me. I watch as he enters me over and over, dragging out the release. Falling back, my hands slide to his shoulder blades, and he increases his speed, pummeling into me. I meet him as best I can, but he’s taken control again, moving in a way that tells my body he’s close.

“Sweet girl,” he whispers before stilling and closing his eyes. His forehead comes to mine, and he jolts inside me. Every pulse is a sensation like none I’ve felt before. I imagine him filling me with more than that thick length—giving me his seed—and tears spring to my eyes with the fantasy. I close the lids to force the liquid away, but one leaks from each eye, slowly rolling to my hairline.

“Hey, baby, what’s this?” Levi asks, lifting his head and stilling his body over mine. He swipes at one tear and licks at the other.

I shake my head, my thoughts catching up to what my body just experienced. Two weeks ago, I thought I was getting engaged, and now I’ve slept with another man. My eyes open to find the darkest gems looking back at me, puzzled and questioning.

“Was it awful?” he asks, and the concern in his voice makes me giggle.

“It was wonderful.”

Slowly, a smile curls his lips, one side higher than the other, and a dimple breaks free. “That why you’re crying?”

I shrug, dismissing the smirk growing on his face. He knows I thought it was amazing.

“So three times, you say?” I question him, and his brows arch. “You have more condoms?” It’s crass, considering my head wants to overrule my body and remind me of my recent relationship status so quickly overturned. However, my body supersedes all rational thought, and Levi replies, “I have more than enough.”

His voice deepens, as if he’s implying something other than condoms. Quickly, I brush away thoughts of us being anything other than this night. This long-awaited night of finally coming together with the boy—now a man—of my dreams. One night will be more than I ever imagined possible.

And I brace myself for a long, lust-filled night.

14

[Levi]

Once was definitely not enough. As we lay on our sides, Katie’s foot connects with my left leg, sliding along my skin until she feels the stump of my right with her heel. She doesn’t hesitate, just reverses direction and then repeats the motion. Like her foot skimming my shin when we were on those rafts in the river the other day, she’s turning me on again.

“Ready for more?” I mutter, and she purrs. My hand coasts up her belly, massaging one luscious breast before pinching the nipple. Her hips jolt, hitting me square in the dick with her backside. She likes the little pinch, and it makes me wonder how far I can push her. When her hand lowers for my upper thigh, and she drags my right leg over her hip, I have the opening I want. I lower my fingers for her.

“So wet, sweet girl,” I murmur into her neck, and she giggles softly.

“I’m never like this,” she admits, and I wonder what she means, but I don’t want to talk about some other schmuck and how dissatisfied she’s been in the past. This is now, and I want to fulfill some fantasies.

“Hang on.” I roll for the packets I tucked under the pillow and quickly sheathe myself again. I didn’t even know I had these condoms in my duffel bag, but I’m so grateful I did. “Now, where was I?”

“Here.” Katie tugs my leg up her thigh, hitching it at her hip, and I rub my dick against her firm ass. She’s perfection, taking care of her own body like I’ve heard she takes care of others with her PT services. I lower my dick to rub through her slick folds, ready once more for me.

“Like this?” she questions, and I wonder what she means.

“On our sides?”

“I’ve never . . . I mean, it’s always been a bit functional.”

I snort. “Not discussing him,” I command, reminding us both she had another man in her life only two weeks ago. She seems pretty content that it’s over, but I know how things go. There might come a moment of regret, of second chance, of I-missed-you-and-made-a-mistake-take-me-back. It didn’t happen with Alicia, and I’m actually grateful to be finished with her dramatics.

Holding onto my dick, I position it where I need to go and easily slide in.

“Oh God,” Katie moans, and I love how this is a first for her. She clamps her legs together, holding onto the back of my thigh, not repulsed or turned off by my stump so close to her. As we move as one again, her hand curls over my knee, dragging my leg up her side a bit. She’s skating close to the danger zone as I call it, and I don’t want her freaked out to find I’m missing parts that used to be there.