Page 121 of Our Hearts Knew Better

His smile stretches. “I still need to know what you like.” His fingers dig into my hips, low, a motion that arches my ass into him. “Show me how to touch you, Summer,” he says with a moan that vibrates through me, and I feel myself getting wetter from those words. “Show mewhereto touch you.”

My clit throbs in answer, an immediatepick me, but I stave her off a bit longer with a clench of my thighs and reach for Levi’s hand. I guide his touch up my stomach to my next favorite spot.

He cups my boob, groaning at the handful, and my head falls back as he squeezes. His other hand comes up to cup my other boob in another squeeze, and I press into the feeling, my lungs seizing as his thumbs circle my nipples.

“Are these sensitive?” he asks, his voice thick.

All I can do is nod, and he gives them both a twist, light, but I feel the sensation down to my toes, drawing a hiss between my teeth.

My eyes snap open at the sudden loss of his hands, only to see him bringing both to my mouth.

“Open,” he orders, and I listen, taking his thumbs into my mouth, one at a time.

When he returns his hands to my boobs, his thumbs, now moistened by my tongue, are twin shocks to my nipples that have me crying out and practically bouncing my body against his.

It isn’t simply that I’m being touched. I’m being touched byLevi. By the man who wants me and the man I want back. The man who moves with me, even here, holding to me and keeping us connected so tightly in his appetite for touching me, his breathing as ragged as mine.

And afterthis. . .

“Do whatever you want to me, Levi,” I say, a beg, with another arch into him that earns me another one of his moans, the sexiest sound from a man’s mouth. “I promise I’ll like it.”

His smiling lips stroke along my skin as one of his hands does the same down my stomach to where a thigh clench isn’t going to suffice anymore. “I’m gonna need you to hold real tight to that shelf and open your legs for me.”

My feet are already shuffling in opposite directions across the floor, my thighs parting as his fingers slip between my lips with ease. I gasp, my nails scratching into the wood of the shelf as he wets the pad of one finger at my entrance and drags it up to my clit in a single, teasing swirl.

“More,” I moan out. “Fill me.”

Levi releases a low curse, a rasp at my ear, with one more squeeze of my boob and play of my nipple before that hand follows the other, secured on my hip to help secure me, my legs already shaking.

They shake more as he continues to tease me, one finger a slow, caressing push inside me to the first knuckle.

“One?” he coaxes, pushing his finger inside me a bit more, then adding another slow, caressing push of a second one. “Two?”

“Three,” I bite out, the answer to what I need, and when he adds a third finger, I nearly collapse against him, giving myself over to the relief he’s finally giving to me.

He fills me, and through gasps that rock my entire body, I guide him with the only two words I can manage. “Slow. Deep.”

His fingers pump slow and deep, the heel of his hand coming in to rub pressure to my clit without me having to tell him to. Which is perfect, so—god—perfect, because I can’t speak anymore if I try.

The only sounds out of my mouth are incoherent noises as Levi pumps and curls and rubs, pumps and curls and rubs. . .

It doesn’t take long for me to get close, and when he says, “Summer,” through breaths as panting as mine, “you are soaking my hand,” warmth builds hotter at every soaked place he’s touching, my thighs spreading so wide.

I reach back to find a grip in his hair, holding him to me, my other grip leaving claw marks on the shelf.

Keep going, keep goingchants through my head as I chase the bliss his hand is bringing me to, and when I come, he doesn’t stop until long after every cry and every shake has faded from my body.

“Floor,” I sigh out as he pulls out of me, not giving him time to do much else as I push against him to face him, shoving him toward the closest flat surface—the floor—as my impatience rushes back in to make him come apart for me in the same way.

A laugh jolts through his chest as he takes a stumbling step back and that’s where we land, on top of the rug and some books. He shifts to swat aside the books as I unbutton his shorts and yank them and his briefs and shoes off with all the power of my arousal.

He releases another jolted laugh as I toss everything somewhere behind me, his hand catching my wrist, his gaze catching my gaze. “Summer.” He doesn’t have to say more, because I see the rest in his burning blue eyes.You can slow down.

We’ll slow the fuck down next time. I need to feel, hear, see Levi come.

I climb over him, pushing at his shoulders, and he falls to his back with no more assurances or silent conversations. I straddle him, and he halts me with grips to my hips, and a groan, this one more of a frustrated protest.

“I don’t have condoms.”

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