Chapter 24
Levi
Claire shifted impatiently and pressed herself harder against me with a frustrated groan. Sitting on this chair with her standing between my legs wasn’t nearly enough.
I smiled against her mouth. “Something wrong?”
Her hands moved restlessly, never ceasing as they clawed and gripped up and down my arms and shoulders and back. I wanted to touch her everywhere too. I was quaking with the need. But more than that, I wanted to drive her wild. Wanted to show her that there was no rush for me. I would spend hours just holding her delicate chin and kissing her pretty mouth. I wanted her melting and on the edge of combustion when I finally touched her.
“I need more,” she said .
“So impatient.”
She growled. “You started this.” It was bordering on a whine.
“Hmm. It really doesn’t feel like that,” I said.
I kissed her deeper, allowing my hands to thread through her hair, thinking of the thousands of times I’d dreamed about just this. I wasn’t going to have it pass too quickly. I tugged her hair a little to break the kiss and have her meet my eyes with her dark, heated gaze. Her lips were glistening and swollen. She seemed half out of her mind already.
“If we recall, it was you who kissed me first. You who—” I swallowed with difficulty. Bringing this up again made my control slip. “Touched yourself for me to watch.”
She groaned another whine. “Levi.”
I lowered my mouth to just below her ear, brushing my lips up the column of her throat. I nuzzled my nose along where her hair met the smooth skin of her neck. I whispered along the shell of her ear. “You were so wet that day, weren’t you?”
She gasped out and collapsed so that I had to stand quickly to capture her. I hefted her up and carried her to the only cleared-off surface in the workspace, a small table where I’d sometimes take breaks to eat. I don’t think I’d ever be able to eat my lunch at this table the same way again. Not without remnants of Claire infiltrating every thought.
I set her down on the table and stepped back to take her in.
“I just need to look at you,” I said.
She leaned back on her hands for support, her breasts hard under the sweater. Her neck was flushed, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she watched me with heated confusion at my retreat.
“You want this, don’t you, Claire?” I asked, adjusting myself.
She watched the motion before she nodded seriously. “Yes. I want you, Levi.” Straight to the point as ever, my sweet, earnest Claire.
“Before we go any further, I want you to understand why I’ve been holding back,” I said.
Her gaze flicked to the side before coming back. “Okay.”
“I’ve wanted this for some time. I’ve wanted you. And I know that once I let go of this restraint, this thirst won’t be easily quenched. When I want something, I want it with my entire being. I don’t really half-ass anything in my life. When I finally have you, it’s going to be fully. Repeatedly. Ruthlessly.”
She’d been nibbling her bottom lip as I spoke. It popped out of her mouth now. She swallowed, legs rubbing together once. “I’m wondering where the warning is?” Heat and determination lit her eyes. She wouldn’t be backing down. If anything, my suggestion that she couldn’t handle my advances only riled her up more. She never backed down from a challenge.
She would never let the unexplored go so easily.
I shrugged and stepped back to her. “Consider yourself warned.” I brought my mouth just above her collarbone and sucked hard and quick.
She gasped, and a tremble went through her body.
“What is it that you want, Claire?” I moved to her other side and dragged my nose up the column of her neck, barely grazing her skin, a contrast to the rough sucking. She smelled so addictive. She was perfectly created to muddle my senses. “What will finally quench your thirst?”
She arched her back and pressed her hips forward. She brushed against my jeans, and my half-erection hardened, pressing painfully against the zipper. I grunted as I pushed forward and against her core, hot even through the layers of fabric.
She gasped and threw her head back.
“Is that what you’re curious about?” I teased.
My hand tangled into her decadently soft hair, and I pulled until she met my gaze. Her pupils were blown out, lips parted and wet. “Is this what you want to know? How full I’ll feel inside you?” I lowered to run my tongue along those lips that have been driving me absolutely crazy. “Or maybe how my mouth will be on your body?” I pulled her bottom lip into my mouth to suck on it lightly before releasing it.
She gasped, and her tongue went to taste and bite where I had been.
“You aren’t alone in this search for knowledge,” I said since her words seemed to be missing for once. I was happy to do all the talking, thrilled to list every dirty thing I wanted to do to her. “I think about these lips all the time. I think about sucking and licking them. I think about how they will look?—”
I cut myself off. My thoughts spilled out unfiltered and vulgar. I checked her to make sure I hadn’t gone too far.
“How?” she gasped, grinding herself heedlessly against my bulge. “How my lips will look doing what? ”
I licked my lips and grinned at her. “Wrapped around my cock. I’m so hard for you.” I pivoted my hips to rock along her. “I think about you all the time. I watch you work, and it drives me crazy. I see your breasts in that shirt, and I want to squeeze and tongue them. Every inch of you. God, when I saw you take off your clothes, I thought I was going to lose it.”
“Yes. I-I want to know it all too.”
“Good.” I yanked her hips up and off the table, signaling she should wrap her ankles behind me. She obeyed so perfectly. “I’m going to get these out of the way.” I tugged on the elastic hem of her leggings.
She nodded, shifting to balance on one hand to help as I held her ass up with one hand and worked with her to tug down the leggings. I wanted to fall to my knees and devour her on the table right there. I collected myself. With her panties still on, I brought her ass back to the table. With both hands free, I coaxed her knees wide apart and ran my hands up her thigh.
“Fuck.” The fabric of her underwear was darkened from her dampness. I softly ran my finger over the material, knowing that she was going to be so hot and swollen when I finally pressed into her.
Instead of ripping off the only thing that stood between us, like I was desperate to, I brought myself back to her mouth, kissed her, memorized her, hands sprawling under the back of her sweater, thumb grazing her rib cage and up to the bottom of her breast. I pushed the sweater up and out of my way so I could fully look at her.
“Okay?” I asked.
“God, yes.”
I took the permission and ran with it. I tugged down a lace bra to cup her breast. She groaned louder as I tweaked her nipple and ran my other hand up her thigh to brush my thumb against the growing wet spot.
I pulled back to look questioningly.
“All stations go.” She gasped. She met my gaze. “I’ll tell you if I want you to stop.”
I nodded and carefully used my thumb to pull the edge of her panties out of the way. I was panting and sweating when I looked down at her glistening and exposed core.
“Gorgeous,” I mumbled. Slowly, I dragged my thumb up and down. “Look how perfect you are.”
“Levi,” she groaned, gripping me tighter and trembling as I brushed over her swollen bud.
Her spine arched, legs trying to curl up, but I kept her spread wide.
I swirled my finger into her and felt the silky moisture growing as I gave her all the information she needed.
“I think about how wet you’d get. All the time. Just like this.” I pressed her moisture hard into her clit. “I think about how tight you’d feel around me.”
Her knees had a viselike grip on my hips, her body rocking out of pure instinct as it begged to get closer. I had to help her. Centimeter by centimeter, I pushed my middle finger inside her, where her walls clenched, and pulled it deeper .
She was feverishly hot and trembling. Her folds were slick as I worked to continue to tease everywhere.
“More,” she said between pants.
I slid another finger into her, my thumb circling, testing softer or harder, fingers strong and working hard. “I want to slide down these panties and bend you over this table. I want to bite it and suck bruises on the inside of your thighs. I want to make you scream. I want to make you delirious.”
I said every dirty fantasy that had come into my mind since I’d met her. I thought about how badly I’d wanted her for weeks now and how much I’d been lying to myself. Every thought had been her. I’ve imagined her in my bed, on this exact workbench, in the bed of my truck. I’ve thought of her everywhere. “All I want to do is fall to my knees and eat this dripping pussy until I make you come over and over and over.”
Tension burned through me, and my groin ached. I had to hold on. Had to get her there before I broke. It felt nearly impossible. But the only thing more important than my release was hers. My other hand cupped and squeezed her breast as her head flew back with a mighty moan of pleasure. She came on my fingers, clenching and spasming, drenching me. “Fuck,” I swore as I watched her come apart. “Fuck. You are so fucking beautiful.”
I waited patiently as she came back to herself. Felt a few aftershocks spasm around my fingers, slowly pushing them out of her.
“Does that answer your questions?” I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked.
She leaned forward, holding herself up on a shaking arm. “ Not even close.” She tugged me by my shirt until my mouth slammed against hers again. Her fingers slid down my chest until she palmed where I was painfully hard. “I have so many more questions.”
She fumbled for the buttons of my jeans. I couldn’t take it anymore. The tease of her taste was still in my mouth, her greedy hand brushing against me. I needed so much more. I needed to release this before I exploded.
“I need to—” I gasped out.
“I’ve got you,” she said, panting, forehead pressed to mine as she focused on her work.
She unzipped me and pulled me free as I gasped in pleasurable pain. She wrapped her hot hand around me, and I groaned and gripped the bench behind her, worried I was going to come right there.
“Fuck, I’m?—”
“Good.” She pumped me three times, and my hands went back to her breasts.
I kissed her neck. I touched everywhere. I was lost. I wasn’t thinking. My body thrust into her hand, rough and hard. She held on tight and took it all.
“So good. So good,” I mumbled.
She had to brace herself to keep up with my out-of-control pumps.
“Can I come on you?” I gasped.
“God, yes. Come on me.”
Fire shot down my spine and exploded my vision, whitening everything out. I looked down in time to watch as I spilled along her soaked panties and thighs. I came harder than I ever had. I shuddered another jerking release at the gorgeous sight of her.
I ran my free hand down my face as I took in the sight of her, leaned back on her elbows, chest flushed, breasts out, legs sprawled and dripping from both of us. She was incredible. I ran a finger down her core, causing a spasm in her as she watched me watching her. I leaned forward and kissed her again. She met me back with a greedy kiss.
“I’ll get something to clean up. Stay here,” I said.
She fell back against the table with an exhale. “I just need a breath. Then I have so many questions.”
I smiled as I reached for the soft blue workshop towels. “I have no doubt. I’m here to help.”