Page 122 of Our Hearts Knew Better

I smile over that fact, thinking how he’s been waiting forme, for us, and over his use of the plural. “I love that you know we’d need more than one.” His cheeks color as his dimple pops, the sight moving me to line us up. “I’m on the pill,” I tell him. “And I just want you inside me.”

He breathes out another raspy, low curse, and my attention shoots down to where we’re so close to finally being connected as he palms his hard, thick, beautiful cock—god—and rubs it between my lips, wetting himself with me.

We shiver at the contact, then I’m swatting his hand away to take over, sliding down his length in the same slow, teasing way he did to me, and I bite my lip at the sight of his eyes rolling back.

“Fuck,” he growls out once I’m seated, stretched so,sogood, my nails leaving marks in his shoulders as his leave marks on my hips.

I don’t waste a second finding my rhythm—hisrhythm, the perfect speed to make him combust.

“Summer,” he says, with another growl through his teeth, the sound clenching me tighter around him. “If you keep riding me like this, I’m gonna explode.”

“Please,” I encourage him, moaning as he meets my movements with harder, deeper thrusts.

When he finally comes apart, crying out so gutturally, his release so hot inside me, I almost come again too.

Levi blinks his glazed gaze toward the ceiling as I start to slow, his body loosening except for his hold on my hips. “Holy…that…”

“Better than your hand, huh?” I tease through breaths.

And through his fluster, his eyes, reflecting my mischief, slide down to mine, his mouth stretching into a slow grin.

Then he hurls me off him, a squeak-like noise escaping my throat as I’m flipped to my back. My breathing, having stalled, increases again as he descends my body.

“What are you doing?” I ask, knowing well what he’s doing, andyes, yes.

“I’m cleaning up my mess, then I’m getting back inside you,” he says like the filthiest promise before his mouth meets my pussy, and I come again after all, with yanks on his hair, as he sucks up his cum and on my clit in tandem.

Then he’s back between my legs, lifting both high around his waist as he pushes back inside me with a single thrust. I arch into him as he starts a slow, steady pace, kissing and nibbling at my neck.

“Do you wanna move to the bed?” he laughs out.

“No,” I breathe, kissing and nibbling along his shoulder. “I like it here.”

Levi catches my mouth with his in kisses just as slow and steady, and we stay connected like this, wrapped in each other for what feels like forever.

Which is exactly how long we deserve.

Just Open Up

Summer

Levi has three pronounced freckles on his back, shaped like a triangle. Like the sun itself knew and tried to warn of what would happen with us.

It’s high in the sky, lighting up the tower, and our naked bodies beneath the covers. We finally made it to his bed sometime early morning, where we stayed in each other’s arms, sleeping with requited hearts and eased lungs.

But the reality of this new day after our night together threatens this new life I’ve breathed in, this haven I found when I was seventeen.Mysomeone who really fights for and loves me and who I fight for and love back. Every scar. Every freckle. . .

I sigh into my pillow as I trace them, then jolt, a small scrape of my nail into Levi’s skin, when my eyes drift up and meet his, the smiling bastard awake and watching me. For how long?

Even though I already gave him a scratch—anotherscratch to add to the others—I also give him a little smack.

He chuckles, the sleep on his face so warm and cute and inviting me closer. “Good morning.”

“It’s finally starting off that way,” I murmur, the lightness and racing beats in my chest taking over the pinch of guilt. I see it, too, in the slight crinkles in the corners of Levi’s eyes, but I also see his own lightness, the crease in his cheek a mix of soft sympathy and quiet cheer for my admittance.

“For a second, I thought last night was another dream,” I admit next.

“Anotherdream,” he breathes out, his brows raised and mouth parted, and I chew my lip through a blush. He takes my hand in his, entwining our fingers in the small space between us. “It’s real,” he assures me, squeezing my hand as he did those years ago the first time he gave me this promise. “Everything’s real.”

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