Chapter 20
CHAPTER 20
C lara
After Levon and I finished dancing, we broke away from each other to talk to other people. I was mingling with the bridesmaids for a while but kept stealing glances at him, wondering when he was going to return to my side.
“Who are you looking for?”
I stared blankly at Victoria who had asked me the question. After a minute, I blinked away my expression and shrugged. “Just wondering where the bride went.”
“I think she went to the bathroom with a few other girls.”
“Cool.”
I smiled at the bridesmaids next to me and then wandered to the group where Levon was hanging out. Everyone was preparing to leave. The boys were talking excitedly about something that I didn't really catch. I just kept staring at Levon.
“Well,” he said. “I guess I ought to get back to my parent's house.”
I eyed him carefully.
He caught me staring and mouthed the word, “What?”
I shrugged and scooted between a few bodies to get to him.
“Hey,” he said. “You heading out?”
“Yeah, actually, I was going to say,” I licked my lips and chuckled lightly. “You can stay at my place if you want. I'm sure the 'rents are treating you well, but my sister has a pretty nice house. I think she'll be busy tonight, so we'll have the place to ourselves.”
He raised his eyebrows curiously. “You want me to come over?”
“Yeah, why not?”
“I'd like that.”
“Me, too.”
He huffed a chuckle and nodded to the door. “Are you hungry?”
“I'm pretty full from the dinner.”
“Cool. Let's get going.”
I waved to the group next to us and followed Levon to the double doors. When we made it to the parking lot, he beeped to find his car.
“Oh, I drove mine here,” I said. “Will you follow me?”
“Of course.”
I walked to my car and hopped inside, starting the engine immediately. I watched my rear view mirror for Levon and didn't pull out of my parking space until I saw him pull up. As I headed for the exit, I stole glances at his car.
It wasn't like his old truck. He probably rented a car when he came back. While I maneuvered down the familiar streets to my sister's house, I couldn't contain the beating of my heart. It was practically bursting out of my chest. Every single old memory came back, nearly blinding me from seeing the road.
I pulled up into my sister's driveway and Levon parked behind me. I stepped out and waited for him on the porch.
He whistled. “Nice place.”
“Yeah, it's temporary.”
“When do you think you'll get an apartment?”
I shrugged. “I'm not sure. I've been so busy with the wedding that I haven't looked for one yet.”
“If you need any help with that, I know plenty of developments around here.”
I smiled as I fumbled with my keys. “That's kind of you.” I unlocked the door and tripped over the frame at the bottom. I would have fallen flat on my face if Levon hadn't caught my waist.
I cackled. “Well, ten more points for Levon.”
He joined my laughter and stood me upright. “Are those legs new? You've been tripping over them all night.”
“Yeah, they're fresh from the factory. How could you tell?”
“They have that new leg smell.”
I giggled and led him inside, turning on the kitchen light. I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and handed it to him.
“So, what would you like to do? We can watch those cheesy horror movies from the 80's that you used to love and eat pizza,” I suggested.
“I'm down for whatever.”
“I haven't heard you say that in years.”
He laughed. “Well, I guess some things don't change.”
“I'm glad that part of you didn't change. It was what I liked so much about you.”
“I could say the same for you.”
I huffed. “And what part would you be talking about?”
“Your sweetness. Your eyes. Those were always the things I liked.”
I tried to hide my blushing face by turning away. I stepped toward the counter, unsure of what to do. Should I turn on the TV? Should I take him to my room?
I felt seventeen again.
“So,” I whispered as I flipped around.
He was standing much closer than anticipated. He placed his hand gently on my waist and leaned in, pushing me back against the counter.
And then came his lips.
He crashed into me like a wave taking me down on the beach. I let him roll over me, his hands searching my waist for a place to rest. His touch was eager. I was swarming between emotions—I was calm like the surface of a lake and restless like the branches of a tree dancing in the breeze.
I let him take me.
Because I wanted him.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and deepened the kiss, practically wrapping my legs around him. He lifted me and set me on the counter. He nestled between my legs and pressed into me, alerting me of his arousal through his pants. I promptly reached down to touch him.
He gasped and nipped my lower lip. I hissed as he playfully nibbled on my lip, inviting my sigh to turn into a moan. I wrapped my legs around him and encouraged his hands to lift my gown. I urged his hands to find my point of pleasure. I unbuckled his belt, whipped his pants open and dropped them to the ground with more eagerness than I ever had.
His hands found my panties and urgently tore them away. I kicked off my heels and wrapped my legs back around him, gasping when his cock pressed against my clit. He gently nudged his nose into my neck, causing my head to fall back. I felt his warm breath mark my skin followed by the curve of his lips. He decorated my throat and then dipped into my chest, eagerly tugging away the gown.
He revealed my breasts and nestled between them. I bayed as he drifted from between my breasts to my right nipple, circling it with his tongue. I gripped his hair.
“Levon . . .”
He surfaced, lingering close to my lips with his. “Yes?”
“Please . . . take me.”
He growled as his lips collided with mine. He silenced every one of my moans, drinking them away from my lips. He positioned his cock at my entrance and teased me with quick strokes. I hummed with frustration and tightened my legs around him, claiming him instantly. He groaned as he slipped deep.
We merged with ease. It felt like our bodies had been craving each other for centuries, years of woeful suffering dispersed in a few short seconds. He rocked into me gently as his hands searched for another place to rest. I invited him to touch my breasts, encouraging him to squeeze them. When he pressed his forehead to mine, I felt his breath on my lips. I felt him burst with eagerness, his urgency drawing me down into a pit.
Our bodies created a friction that needed to be released, a tension that needed to be relieved. As he picked up a steady rhythm, I fell into him, getting lost in the way his skin pressed to mine. We were morphing into a creature, into the very pieces we had always fit in the past. And it was all happening in a way I hadn't expected.
We were colliding—and I was more than happy to merge with him.
I hummed as I exposed my neck again for him to take. Without hesitation, he claimed the skin of my throat. He dove down to take my breasts, massaging them gently as he caressed my nipple with his tongue. He decorated my left nipple and then my right nipple, alerting me of his desire. I imagined he wanted this to happen for years—I did, too—and I could feel his passion with every embrace.
He reared back and pumped hard, expanding me with each thrust. His desire was evident in each plummet into my entrance. He invited me to roll with him, to swing my hips in opposition of his thrusts. I leaned back and hit the cabinet, not caring that it had stopped me from laying back all the way.
I parted my legs wider and reached for his hips, coaxing him to thrust harder. He obeyed with feverish excitement. We were in sync as we had always been. I knew it had never left, this connection, and I was more than happy to have it return as our bodies harmonized. I rubbed hard against him and then reached for his shoulders, dragging his lips back to mine.
I caressed him. I ran my fingers through his hair. I worshiped every bit of skin available with my hands and then with my mouth. He stripped away his suit jacket and ripped open his shirt, exposing his chest for me. I marked a path with my lips from his chest up to his neck where I nipped the skin there. He hissed and gripped me harder.
As he slammed his hips into me, my eyes rolled back and my heart beat madly. I could feel his heart match my rhythm, our bodies syncing to the beat of our merging. I humped him hard and buried my face into his neck, my groans turning to ragged grunts. He twitched with each new thrust. His fingers dug into the flesh of my thighs as he pressed harder, fervently pumping into me.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want to feel it.”
“I'm close.”
“Me, too.”
He groaned and doubled his effort. When his thrusts quickened, I clutched him tighter and let the floodgates break open.
And then we came together.
He thrust madly into me, prompting my thighs to widen farther than they ever had. He plummeted into me and wore me into submission, dragging me underneath the waves that had originally beat us. My head lolled back with my final groan as my skin tingled with hot and cold waves. He rigidly thrust into me and erupted, growling as he hid his face into my neck.
He cradled me gently as he panted. “That . . . ”
“Was needed.”
He nodded. “For a while.”
“I'm glad you came home.”
“I'm glad we both came.”
I burst into giggles and he joined me, pulling his cock from my entrance. He lingered lovingly around my lips.
“I missed you,” he whispered. “You know what else I missed?”
“What?”
He hoisted me up, fireman style, and carried me from the kitchen into my bedroom. I giggled as he tossed me on the bed, hopping on top of me with his eager lips searching my skin again. He peeled away my gown and tossed it aside, favoring my hips.
“I missed these,” he announced before kissing them. “And your stomach.”
He coated my belly with his lips, causing me to giggle uncontrollably.
He hummed thoughtfully. “I guess you're still ticklish.”
“Hey, I still kick.”
“Let's see about all that.”
I giggled madly as he dug his fingers into my side, causing me to convulse uncontrollably.
“Levon!” I shouted. “I can't breathe!”
“What? I can't hear you over the sound of you dying.”
I continued to giggle until he finally stopped, rolling me on top of him as he shifted to his back. He spread my legs again and had me straddle his lap.
I sighed contentedly. “Yeah, I missed this, too. Are you still ticklish?”
“I was never ticklish.”
“Oh, you're full of it.”
“I'm full of nothing. I blew my load five minutes ago.”
I closed my eyes and laughed, covering my face.
“Hey, don't hide,” he whispered. “I missed your face most of all.”
I smiled warmly at him. “And I missed yours, too.”
He tugged me down and invited me into his arms, kissing the top of my head like he always did.
And that's when it hit me.
We shouldn't have done that , I thought as I bit my lower lip. I should have been more careful. If we fall into the same rhythm as before, he could leave again . . . and I don't want that.