Page 63 of Finding Her Strength

It’s beautiful.

I wish I could have it forever.

“Levi,”I grind out through my teeth. His answering chuckle only pushes me further to the edge. Teeth and tongue trace the skin on my inner thighs. I didn’t think I could be this close to orgasming when he hasn’t even touched me. He’s been kissing every inch of my body since our friends left an hour ago. It’s maddening.

“I’m only doing what you asked, my love.”

“I saidworship. This is torture.”

A swipe of his tongue in the one spot he’s not touched this whole time turns my overheated body into an inferno. The quick flicks, the smooth thrusts, it all pushes me over the edge so fast I’m barely able to hang on to his hair to keep me grounded.

Suddenly, I’m flipped over to my stomach while my hips are lifted into the air. Then Levi is filling me with a thrust so deep I can’t help but call out his name. The tail end of my orgasm has me so sensitive; every push of his hips has me clenching harder around him. His loud groans surround us as we move in a frenzy. It’s overwhelming, heady. Freaking scorching.

He’s usually so careful with me, always in complete control, but tonight, I can feel our desperation to be closer to one another. To rebuild the bridge between us that’s threatening to fall because of my omission. Every sense of uncertainty is my fault. If I would’ve been honest from the beginning, I could’ve shared my fears with Levi instead of being alone with them.

“Fuck, Hope. I’m close,” he grates out. He reaches around my body to strum my clit so I’m right there with him.

“Yes, Levi.”

My body tightens, the orgasm crashing through me so hard my arms collapse under me. Levi’s hands clench on my hips to hold me up as he pumps twice more before groaning through his release.

He collapses on top of me, careful not to crush me. Hishands run softly across my skin, soothing my overheated body. God, I love this man.

“Sorry, I got a little rough there,” Levi whispers into my hair.

“I didn’t mind. In fact, I really liked it.” I turn my body so I can see his face, taking in his beautiful hazel eyes that have told me I’m safe since the first time I saw them. These past few days, I’ve been so distracted by my fear, I forgot how safe I am when I’m with him. He’s my home. My soft landing pad.

He’s everything.

“I’m ready, Levi.”

His eyes search mine, attempting to read my thoughts. I’m sure he’s worried about what I have to say, and if it pertains to him or us. He should be worried, but not about how much I love him.

“We’ll talk tomorrow. Right now, I just want to hold you for a little while longer.”

“I love you so much,” I whisper into his chest.

“I love you, too.”

I hope our love will be enough.

35

LEVI

The garage door rattles as it closes behind me. Once it’s shut, I strip down to my underwear next to the kitchen door. My clothes are always a mess after working, so I take them off before going inside to keep the mess out of the house. Plus, Hope checks me out every time I walk into the kitchen, which is a huge boost to my ego.

When I step inside, she’s standing by the stove, cooking something that makes my mouth water. She turns, taking in my body as I stalk toward her. “Hi, love.”

She grins. “Hi there. How was your day?”

“Not bad. I keep feeling like we’re going to be done with the house soon, but then another list of projects comes up, and we’re adding another week.” I wrap my arms around her waist as she stirs a pot.

“That’s what you get for buying a ginormous Victorian house with a million rooms.”

“No kidding. What smells so good?”

“Spaghetti with homemade meatballs.”

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