Page 64 of Getting Wrapped Up

He growled at that. Levi was a fun-loving, laid-back guy for the most part, but he did like to be in charge of the fun. Of all kinds. Kate was hardly the submissive type, but the reactions she got from him when she followed his instructions or let him have his way with her—and why wouldn’t she? His way was damned good—were definitely worth giving up some control.

And she totally trusted him.

Maybe it was crazy to let a guy into her apartment after knowing him for eleven days—and actually beingwithhim for only six of those eleven—and to bare her body and soul to him, but she did trust him. On a deep, instinctual level that she didn’t even fully understand. Nothing about her and Levi was rational. But it felt better than any other relationship she’d ever had.

It was like her immediate connection with Phoebe Spencer, Levi’s sister-in-law and the woman who had talked Kate into spending Christmas in Sapphire Falls in the first place. They’d hit it off from minute one and Kate felt like she’d known Phoebe her whole life.

Like Levi.

She was in the most vulnerable, intimate position with him and it only felt right.

And naughty. And delicious.

She grabbed the champagne, took a drink and with it still in her mouth, leaned in and slid his cock between her lips.

The sweet liquid, the bubbles and the feel and taste of Levi all combined and she felt the immediate rush to her head. She wasn’t drunk on alcohol. She was drunk on him. Lust, love, infatuation, a great delusion—whatever it was, it was amazing and she never wanted it to end.

“Damn,” Levi breathed behind her. “Damn,” he repeated as she slid up and down his length, coating his cock in champagne.

She lifted her head and swallowed the champagne, then immediately returned to licking and sucking the sweetness from him.

She felt his fingers curling into her hips and the way his butt tightened, lifting him closer. She let him slide deeper into her mouth, then lifted her head, sucking on his tip before letting him go.

She kept her hand around the base of his shaft, sliding her palm up and down the hardness and heat as her mouth continued to work him.

“Kate—” His voice was rough. “Kate. God, girl.”

She loved that. Loved making him lose control, loved having that effect. She wasn’t stupid. She knew Levi had been with a lot of women. More than she really wanted to know. But he was here with her now. He was hers. And pleasuring him made her own climax begin to build again.

Of course, that was helped by Levi slipping two thick fingers into her at the same time he brought her down more firmly against his mouth.

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The soundsthat Kate made when she was giving him a blow job was one of the best things he’d ever heard. Right up there with how she sounded when she came. He wished he had recording of it. Instead, he had to be satisfied with replaying it in his mind, or calling her and making her come over the phone.

He moved his fingers deeper and faster. Two orgasms before he even got inside of her? Challenge accepted.

Of course, her fingers began moving faster on him as well and her sweet mouth continued to suck greedily and he felt his own orgasm building surprisingly fast.

It had been five days since he’d had sex with her. His own hand had kept him company while they’d been on the phone together twice—and maybe once or twice in the shower— but that was hardly a substitute for a hot, sweet, tight pussy pulsing around him.

Or a hot, sweet, tight fist and mouth on him.

He usually had more restraint, but this little blonde had shredded any sense of control he might have had from the minute he’d seen her. He’d never forget walking into the Come Again in Sapphire Falls and seeing her sitting there.

Sure, he’d thought she was someone else, thought she was the blind date his brother had set him up on. It didn’t matter what he’d believed her name to be. The sight of her had filled him with, yes, lust, but also the immediate, intense desire to make her happy, to fix everything for her, to be important to her, and with something he’d almost forgotten how to feel—hope.

It was the damnedest thing. Still. Even after knowing her, having her, falling for her, it still kind of struck him stupid to think that the minute he’d seen her he’d felt things like hope and home.

Levi wasn’t sure he’d ever felt those things in combination in his life.

And, as always, in the middle of hot, forget-everything-else sex, he still felt it. Yes, she was the hottest woman he’d ever had the pleasure of sinking deep into and making moan, but she was also the source of his optimism, his new lease on life, his motivation to change things and be the man he really could be underneath the money and the parties and the superficial bullshit he’d let fill his days… and nights.

He wanted to be someone she was proud to be with, someone she wanted for everything.

Oh, he knew she wanted him physically. He knew that he could bring her to orgasm faster than she could even do on her own. She’d told him as much. But he wanted her to want him for things like sharing work worries or a book that had touched her or a favorite song. He wanted her to think of him first in all things.

And the fact that any of those things could occur to him while he had his mouth on her clit was amazing in and of itself.

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