Chapter 30
CHAPTER 30
C lara
“You're such a lifesaver!”
I shut the front door as Levon wandered inside.
I eyed the toolbox he was holding. “Is that the same ancient thing you lugged around in your truck?”
“Hey, it's never steered me wrong.”
“It looks like it's about to fall apart. How are you such a successful businessman but you've never replaced your toolbox?”
He laughed as he shook his head. “Such high expectations. That isn't healthy.”
I chuckled. “So, let me show you where the kitchen is.”
I gestured to the expansive living room. I was so happy to finally have my own spot. Living with Laura was nice, but I had to high-tail it out of there to have my own space.
“When did you get this place? You were just at Laura's after the wedding.”
I shrugged. “One of my clients happened to have a house for rent, so I took her up on the offer. Isn't it cute?”
“It's too adorable. I think I might have to live here or something.”
I eyed him carefully as he went to the sink.
I know he's joking, but I would absolutely consider that , I thought excitedly. But I won't say anything yet. I want to know how serious he is about us—and about his job.
I leaned against the island counter. “I really appreciate you being back.”
“You've made that pretty obvious,” he called over his shoulder as he knelt down to dig beneath the sink. “God, it's a mess under here.”
“Yeah, it's been leaking and I don't know why.”
“Must be a loose bolt.”
I played with my hair. “I wouldn't know.”
“What have you been doing with this sink, Clara?”
“You know, the usual—washing dishes.”
He laughed. “Always a joker.”
“Hey, you like my jokes.”
I heard a series of shuffling noises along with tools clacking together. After a few minutes, Levon appeared from beneath the sink with a mischievous smirk. “I didn't realize all I was good for was being a plumber.”
I wandered around the island counter toward him and took his hand. “You're good for other things, too.”
“Oh, pray tell.”
“I could just show you.”
He chuckled as he leaned in to kiss me. I dragged him with me toward my bedroom, practically stumbling as I tried to find my way without looking. The space was still new. But I didn't care if I fell. I would just take him right down to the ground with me.
I tugged him into my bedroom and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He circled my waist and lifted me up, propping me against the wall. He pressed into me, prompting my heart to flutter and my chest to heave. My breath soon matched his as he plucked the buttons of my blouse. He revealed my chest and nestled into my breasts, humming as he decorated my skin with his lips.
I ran my fingers through his hair as I rested my head against the wall. He dropped south, propping my legs up over his shoulders as he began marking my stomach with kisses. I hummed and bit my lower lip. I happened to glance up and noticed the ceiling closing in on my head.
I giggled. “Levon, you're too tall for this.”
He readjusted my legs and carried me to the bed. “Well, guess we'll just have to do it here.”
I chuckled lightly as he unbutton my jeans and tugged them away. As he peeled away my panties, I felt his warm breath on my thigh. I let my chuckle roll into a sigh and relaxed into the mattress, loving the way his fingers lingered over my skin. He electrocuted me with every touch. And with every sigh, he commanded me to moan.
He had a way with inspiring my reactions that I had no control over. Each motion invited a response and I had no way of resisting it. I couldn't resist him—he was home to me. He was everything and more. His lips sank to my muff and he hummed as he nudged my muff lips open. I moaned as my back arched, deepening his kiss with my muff.
His tongue roused me to twist and turn, to squirm as he explored my muff lips. He lingered over my clit and then slid between my lips to taste more of me. He flattened his tongue and swept it over my clit in long, sluggish strokes that drove me to squirm further into the sheets. I was rolling with affection for him. I dragged my nails over his shoulders, up his neck, and tangled my fingers into his hair.
As his tongue glided over my clit, I felt his fingers prod my entrance. He slipped one finger inside of me and matched the rhythm of his tongue, prompting my body to shudder. I tore the rest of my blouse open and unhooked my bra. I discard my clothes and caressed his face, inviting him up from the end of the bed.
I dragged him up my body and to my lips. I kissed him feverishly, hungry for the rest of his body. As I helped strip away his clothes, I urgently devoured his lips. He nibbled on my lower lip as he pressed his cock against my muff. His cock twitch and I sighed with longing, wrapping my legs around his waist.
I coaxed him inside, unable to catch my breath. I claimed him easily and urged him to probe deep, using my legs to guide him inside. He shuddered and fell forward but caught himself on the headboard. When he pressed his forehead to mine, he reared back his hips and slipped deeper, causing me to moan hungrily.
I dug my nails into his back while encouraging him to pump harder. I longed for our collective release. I desired every touch and every moan to signal our eruption. I couldn't get enough of him and I wanted him to claim me. I wanted him to completely merge with me and become one without any desire to pull away.
“Are you okay?” he whispered to my lips.
“Oh, I'm great.”
He smirked. “Good.”
He kissed me and drove his cock deep at the same time, prompting a muffled moan. I ran my fingers through his hair again.
“I missed this so much,” I whispered.
He groaned and dragged his lips over my shoulder, burying into my neck. While he gripped the headboard, he drew away from my neck and whispered, “I missed this, too.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, Clara.”
He increased his rhythm, causing us to bounce on the bed. I spread my thighs wider and slid my hands down to his hips, digging my nails into the skin there. As his moans became ragged gasps for air, I felt myself quicken. I knew I was about to burst. But I didn't want to let go until I knew he was close. There was nothing more satisfying than us erupting at the same time.
He surged into me and I blossomed. I threw my head back against the pillow and let my moans take over, not caring how loud we were getting. He pierced me fast and strong, his touch scorching my skin as it had in the past. I heard the headboard smack into the wall and grinned mischievously.
“Baby,” he groaned. “I'm going to come.”
“Me, too.”
He released the headboard and bowed over me, tugging me close. I arched my back to better accept him and kept my grip on his hips. I didn't want him to stop. I felt a balloon expand in my gut, growing wider with every thrust. When he gave one final lunge, I felt it pop.
I burst with emotion, waves of heat washing over every inch of my body. The thrill of my eruption had me shuddering all over the sheets. He held me tight as I convulsed, my lips quivering and my legs shuddering. My eyes rolled back and I squeaked, wrapping my arms tighter around him.
I collapsed against the bed. “Oh, wow.”
“Maybe I should leave more often.”
“How dare you!”
He chuckled lightly. “I'm kidding, Clara. I swear.”
“You better be kidding. You know, we could be having amazing sex like that every day if you stuck around more often.”
“Is that an invitation?”
I giggled. “I thought it was a good one.”
“Oh, it was more than good.”
He withdrew from me and lined my shoulder with gentle kisses. I loved how his lips decorated my skin. He made me feel like we were the only two people in the entire world. In some ways, he was my entire world.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
“I will admit that I'm not planning on staying the night,” he added as he relaxed next to me. “Because I do not want to wake up to another note.”
I blushed. “Sorry—I really did need to clear my head. I was confused about everything.”
“I know. I was just teasing you.”
“I understand that fear, though. I'm nervous about how you might leave a bunch again and I'm afraid our relationship might not survive that.”
He sat up with his head in his hand and his elbow in the mattress. “Hey, I'm scared, too.”
“I just don't think I can handle that again, you know? I know we've gone over this a million times, but the fear is striking. I don't think I could sleep.”
He took my hand gently in his. “I shouldn't have joked about that. I'm sorry. I should know better than to tease you about that sort of thing.”
“It's okay. I knew you were just joking. I guess I'm just really tense about everything.”
“I think we can figure it out. We can make it work. We just have to be committed to making it work.”
I smiled. “I feel like worldly travel has changed you.”
“I think it has, too. I've seen so many places, Clara. I have so many pictures on my laptop that it's ridiculous. And I honestly carried your picture everywhere with me.”
“Really?”
“So, in some ways, you have traveled the world. I've taken you just about everywhere.”
I giggled. “Just about?”
“Well, I mean, after the break-up, I may have threatened to throw your picture into the River Thames.”
“Wow, I'm slightly honored by that.”
He perked up. “I could run back real quick and do that if you think it will bring you honor.”
“You are so ridiculous, Levon Milford.”
“I think you like it.”
“Only sometimes.”
He pouted dramatically. “Oh, come on. Don't make me feel bad now. I was just thinking about spending the night.”
I pushed his shoulder playfully. “I bet you'll stay the night regardless of what I say.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Because I think I hear the kitchen sink leaking again.”
He chuckled and bounced into me, knocking me on my back. As he buried his lips in every visible place, I relaxed into the sheets and sighed contentedly. He sat up and started massaging my legs.
I smiled at him. “I feel like you're trying to spoil me.”
“Is it working?”
“It might be.”
“What if I made you dinner?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Would you make my favorite?”
“That depends—is fettuccine still your favorite?”
I hummed thoughtfully and rolled my eyes away from him. He dug his fingers into my sides and I burst into giggles, practically cackling like a witch.
“Okay! Fine! It's still my favorite!”
He stopped tickling me and collapsed against the mattress beside me, nestling into the sheets.
“I need a nap first,” he claimed. “You wore me out.”
“That was literally fifteen minutes. You can't need a nap.”
He chuckled. “It was at least twenty minutes.”
“Nah, it couldn't have been more than eighteen.”
He stroked my hair. “I missed you, Katie Bean.”
“Oh, wow. That's an old nickname.”
“I thought it would make you smile.”
I smiled wide. “Well, I guess it worked.”
“Maybe I should call you that more often.”
“Maybe you should.”
He huffed and smiled. “I'd like to keep doing that.”
“I think that would make us both pretty happy.”
“And maybe a dog, too.”
I perked up. “A dog? Really?”
“Yeah, why not? It would help.”
“I'll think about it.”
“Cool. So, we'll take a nap and then we'll get up and make dinner together. How does that sound, sweetie?”
I smiled even wider. “That sounds perfect.”