Page 74 of Fracture

I sigh, savoring the feeling of his fingers on my back. “I do feel safe with you. And I want things from you that I’ve never wanted before.”

He notches two fingers under my chin, his blue eyes searching my face. “Baby girl, right now, what I want more than anything is to kiss you. But I need to know you’re OK first.”

I sigh happily and nod. “I’m OK. And I want you to kiss me too.”

The kiss is slow and warm, something beyond sexual. It’s intimate. I turn so my body is lying against Levi’s warm chest, but even with my breasts pressed against his naked skin, he takes his time, and keeps his hands on my back. His tongue traces over mine softly, like he’s tasting me and committing that taste to memory.

The fact that he’s not pushing me, that he’s not trying to become frenzied or touch me anywhere else just turns me on even more. But I don’t want to ruin the moment and push for something more, when this is the kiss we’ve both been waiting years for.

There is a flicker of fear at the back of my mind as I think about how people will react, what they will say.People won’t understand. I’ll just be Stella Langford, eternal victim and unholy mess once again. But I lock that fear away, determined not to spoil this for myself.

The heat of the day has warmed us both, and I’m so slippery from the baby oil that it somehow makes everything feel even more erotic. The smell of jasmine and honeysuckle wafts in through the open window, and that smell will forever remind me of the first time Levi Fenton kissed me because hecould. My nipples harden, and I can’t help but moan a little against Levi’s lips. He’s allowed to kiss me, and I’m allowed to kiss him.

This is how it was always meant to be.

His hands move gently down my back, and he tentatively cups my ass in his rough palms. It’s still not a forceful touch, not urging me to move or try and place me where he wants me. He’s hard now, his erection rubbing against my stomach through the fabric of his shorts.

It feels warm and dreamy, and I release his mouth to kiss my way down his neck, over his chest, and my fingers move into the waistband of his shorts. When I start kissing his stomach, he pulls me back up to him and gives me a grin.

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

I return that grin, and nip at his chin. “I want to see too. What I saw on the other side of that shower screen wasn’t enough.”

“Baby girl, you were not just going to look, were you?”

“I happen to like sucking cock.”

Levi’s head tips back and he groans. “Oh, fuck. You’re going to kill me.”

I laugh softly, kissing his neck and grinding myself against him. “Can a blowjob be fatal?”

“When it’s delivered by a mouth this perfect, I’m going to say that it definitely can be.” He pulls me on top of him so I’mstraddling him, and his eyes drop to my breasts. “Perfect mouth, perfect tits, perfect ass. How the fuck are we ever going to leave the house again, huh?” His thumb caresses my nipple, and my thighs clench his hips. “I could spend an entire month just exploring this body.”

“I’m pretty sure you’d get tired of me at some point.” I squeal loudly as Levi locks an arm around my waist and flips me on to my back. He kisses my neck hungrily, his hand moving to my breast to knead and pinch my nipple.

“You make it impossible to take things slow, you know that?” His breathing is heavy against my ear, and my thighs open for him so he can settle between them, grinding himself against me.

“Who said I want to take things slow?”

He stops, raising himself over me, his head dropping between his shoulders. “Stella, I know what you’ve been through and-”

I grab his face and force him to look at me. “I just told you, that was not about sex. And I’m not just a victim. I’m allowed to want the things I want, and to not be treated like a champagne glass teetering on the edge of a table.” I shake my head, brushing my thumbs along his cheeks. “I don’t want you to look at me and see fragility.”

“I don’t, baby girl. You’re the strongest person I know. And I would never get tired of you. Ever. Don’t think that for one second.”

“Good.” I pull him down to me and kiss him again, letting his lips consume me as I wrap my legs around his waist. “I waited years for this. I’m not letting you go.”

He rises to his knees to slowly peel my panties down my legs, and I’m once again laid bare for him. His eyes trace a pattern over my body, joined by his fingers as they move in slow, delicate circles over my stomach and my hips.

“Open your legs,” he says in a low voice, and I spread my thighs so he can see all of me. He hisses in a breath. “Fuck, baby girl.” His eyes move to mine, and his mouth lifts into a grin. “Let’s try out some more of those toys of yours.”

“Toys?” My cheeks flush, because somehow the idea of him using a toy on me rather than just fucking me feels more vulnerable, more exposed and open. “You told me that the next time I came it would be with you inside me.”

He grins down at me. “I did say that, didn’t I?” He runs the tip of his finger down the lips of my pussy, and just that soft touch has my back arching. “But right now, baby girl, I need to watch you come for me.”

“In the - the drawer.” I gesture to the night stand, but he’s already leaning over the edge of the bed because he knows exactly where my toys are after the other night.

He holds up a pink vibrator as he kneels back between my thighs, and I watch as he clicks open a bottle of lube to drip some on the tip. “Watching you in the shower, it was fucking beautiful. Then with Dylan, my god, Stella. You have no idea what that did to me.” He nudges my entrance with the tip of the vibe. “Thinking of licking this pussy after he comes inside you, fuck.”

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