Page 73 of Knot in Bloom
“Sweetheart,” he breathes. But he’s helping me with the buttons. Both of us fumbling in our haste. “Slow down. I’m not going anywhere.”
But I can’t slow down. Days of building need. Hours of Caleb’s scent driving me crazy. Now Levi’s here and I’m finally letting myself have what I want.
His shirt hits the floor. I take a moment to admire the lean strength of his chest. The way his muscles shift under my exploring hands. When I lean down to press kisses along his collarbone. He groans deep in his throat.
“Your turn,” he says. Voice rough with want. Then his hands are at the hem of my sweater.
I raise my arms to help him. Shivering as the soft fabric slides over my skin. His gaze drops to my breasts. Barely contained by my simple bra. His breathing turns ragged.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. Hands spanning my waist. “So beautiful.”
He backs me toward the bedroom. Mouths fused together. Both of us stumbling in our desperation. When the backs of my knees hit the bed. I fall backwards. Pulling him down with me.
The kiss that follows is consuming. Desperate. Months of careful restraint finally shattered. His weight settles over me. When he rocks against me. I feel how hard he is through our clothes.
“Please,” I whimper. Rolling my hips. “Levi, please.”
“I’ve got you,” he promises. Kissing down my throat. Find the spot that makes me arch. “Let me take care of you.”
He moves lower. Reverent kisses to my breasts above my bra. When his fingers trace the lace edge. I nearly come apart.
“Can I?”
“Yes. Please.”
The bra disappears. His mouth finds my breast. Tongue circling my nipple until I’m writhing beneath him. When hesucks gently. Sensation shoots straight to my core and I cry out his name.
“So responsive,” he murmurs against my skin. “So perfect.”
His hands map my body with reverent attention. Tracing ribs. Spanning my waist. Dancing along my jeans’ waistband. Every touch sends heat through me. Building pressure until I think I might explode.
“More,” I beg. Tugging at his belt. “I need more.”
But he catches my hands. Pressing them gently to the mattress beside my head.
“Let me worship you first,” he says. Eyes dark with want. “I’ve dreamed about this. About tasting you. Making you fall apart under my mouth.”
The words send a fresh rush of slick between my thighs. “Levi.”
He takes his time removing my jeans. Pressing kisses to each inch of skin he reveals. By the time I’m naked beneath him. I’m trembling with need. Slick coating my thighs. My scent so thick with arousal it fills the room.
“God, you smell incredible,” he groans. Settling between my legs. “Like honey and vanilla and everything I’ve wanted.”
When his mouth finally finds me. I nearly shatter. He’s gentle at first. Exploring. Learning what makes me gasp and arch and moan his name. When he finds my clit and circles it with his tongue. Stars explode behind my eyes.
“That’s it,” he encourages. Voice muffled. “Let me hear you.”
He builds me higher. Alternating between gentle licks and focused attention. When he slides one finger inside me. I arch off the bed with a cry.
“More,” I gasp. Hips rolling. “Please, I’m so close.”
He adds a second finger. Stretching me while his tongue works magic. The dual sensation pushes me over the edge. Waves of release crashing through me until I sob his name.
But he doesn’t stop. As the first climax fades. He continues building me toward another peak.
“I can’t,” I whimper. Oversensitive and shaking.
“You can,” he murmurs. “One more, sweetheart. For me.”
