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“Fucking hell,” he groaned and held his wet finger to his nose. “Jesus, sweetheart. You smell like vanilla and taste like motherfucking honeysuckle.”
I wanted to thank him, but those words were once again not adequate enough. No one should go through life without experiencing that. It was life-changing.
“Was that what you needed?” he asked.
I let out a small laugh. “Um, I didn’t know to need that, but wow. My imagination was not that good.”
He turned back on his side and pulled the covers back over me. “Get some sleep,” he whispered, then pressed a kiss to my forehead before he moved off the bed and went to the bathroom.
Closing my eyes, I smiled. That was the single best moment of my life.
Eighteen
Levi
I gripped the edge of the counter while staring at myself in the mirror. What the fuck had just happened? I hadn’t shot a load in my goddamn pants since middle school. That shit was not okay. But, hell, I’d never had a female respond like that. She showed every-fucking-thing she was experiencing on that gorgeous face of hers. No pretending, no trying to sound sexy. Just pure, frantic fucking pleasure. Christ almighty, what had I done?
Growling, I shoved off from the sink and started pacing. She had needed an orgasm. She wanted to know what it felt like. Her fucking pussy was soaking wet. Dammit, she had wanted to ask Kye. My hands fisted at the thought of him going near her. I would fucking kill an entire damn town if someone touched her, and that shit right there was a problem.
Running my hands through my hair, I felt panicky. This had to be controlled. My reaction to her couldn’t go all fucking mental. This was me taking care of her. That was it. I would make her feel good. Just like I made sure she slept, she ate, she saw her doctor, she took her meds.
Sure, I’d planned on helping her get her own place and start a life elsewhere when I felt it was safe. That ship had sailed. I’d lose my damn mind if I couldn’t check on her whenever I wanted to.
But she was right. We were friends, and this wasn’t going to change us. I’d never had a relationship like this with anyone. I’d never felt this before, and I wanted to fucking keep it. I was going to clean myself up, go get back in that bed. Sleep beside her. Wake up tomorrow, and it’d be just like any other day. Nothing had changed. Except I had gotten to touch her and listen to her come. I was also going to get my face between those pretty legs and eat her because that taste was addictive, and good God, the way she smelled was exquisite.
Other than that, it was all the same. Right?
I jerked off my boxers, wiped up my dick, then tossed them in the dirty clothes. I shook my head in disgust. Shooting a fucking load in my damn pants.
Stepping back into the room, naked, I got another pair from the dresser and slipped them on before getting back in bed. Her back was to me, and her breathing was already slow and deep. Fuck it. She was going to end up over here anyway. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her back to my chest. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes. Everything was going to be fine.
When I woke up, my hand was under the T-shirt I’d given her to put on and full of tit. She was awake too. Her breathing was fast. Shit. Her nipple was tight under my hand, just like it had been the last time we woke up like this. I started to handle it the same way, but then remembered. If she was worked up, she needed me. I could wake up to worse things.
“How long have I been feeling up your tits?” I asked, squeezing the one in my hand gently.
“For a bit,” she replied, sounding breathless.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” I asked her.
She was quiet, and I continued to enjoy the way she felt in my hand.
“You don’t have to—” She stopped talking when I rolled her onto her back, looking up at me.
“No, I don’t have to do anything. I want to take care of you. Not the same thing.”
She bit her bottom lip, and I wanted to bite it. I hadn’t kissed her on purpose. I didn’t want this to be anything more than me making her come. I would get her off, not make it something else. That was when it could get tricky. Kissing Aspen would make it personal.
“It’s … well, it makes me achy when you touch my breasts.”
It made me pretty damn achy too. I had to learn not to soak in this when I did it. Just get her off and let it go. No taking my time and drawing it out. Lines had to be drawn. That was it.
I pushed open her thighs and let myself enjoy the soaking heat that greeted me before shoving my finger inside her.
“AH!” She grabbed at my biceps.
Not wasting time, I began to fuck her with my finger. The quicker I got her there, the less worked up I would be.
“I told you, your pussy needs attention, I’ll handle it.”
