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She felt powerless, consumed with longing for his touch. She inhaled a sharp breath as his hot mouth made contact, his tongue flicking expertly against her. A tingle throbbed rhythmically down below, matching the drumming of her heart. She was completely lost, helpless to the delicious sensation. Tangling her hands in his hair, she pulled him closer, revelling in his stubbled chin tickling her thighs, his mouth hungry for her taste. It sent sparkles throughout her entire body and just when she thought she’d explode, he applied more pressure, causing a strong pulsating beat to spread from her core out to every nerve ending. He grew more insistent, lapping at her sweet spot again and again until, like a dam, the orgasm burst through her. She threw her head back, freefalling over the edge as her whole body quivered to a thundering climax.
She bucked against his mouth but still he held her in place, his tongue an instrument of exquisite torture as wave after wave of white-hot ecstasy shuddered through her. As she cried out, her whole body collapsed, sated with endorphins, completely and utterly spent.
She opened her eyes slowly, gazing at him in wonder. Molly was sure she had sparkles shooting from her eyeballs like fireworks. They stared at one another for what seemed like an eternity before Levi got to his feet. He held out a hand and pulled her up. He was the perfect height for her. She could barely stand up though, never mind speak. Her legs had turned to jelly. She instinctively looped her arms around his neck.
The feel of his naked body pressed against hers felt so right. Everything about this moment felt destined to be. Magical. Dreamlike. Perfect.
‘I love the way you look at me,’ she said, her voice scarcely more than a whisper as he held her tight. Was it possible to fall in love with someone you barely knew? Based purely on their ability to deliver orgasms that had you as high as a bath of cocaine? With a contented whimper, she breathed, ‘That was amazing.’ She trailed the back of her fingers tenderly down his cheek and over his jawline. She’d never felt so giddy, so open, so honest with a man. She was in a complete loved-up haze. ‘I’m falling in love with you,’ she murmured against his lips. As soon as the words were out, she regretted them. She gasped. ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…’
Levi’s eyes grew dark and intense. Time seemed to stand still. He nodded slowly. ‘I’m falling in love with you, too.’
It took a few moments for them to digest what they’d just said to each other. Levi was first to speak, a smile tugging at his lips. ‘Now, let’s see what we can do in the hot tub with the champagne.’
It turned out that quite a number of things could be done in a hot tub with champagne, and none of them to do with drinking it!
24
BARKING MAD
The following morning Molly woke from the deepest, most restful sleep of her life wrapped in Levi’s arms, with a delicious ache all over her body. She felt an inner glow. She would never be the same ever again. Last night had changed her. It felt like a new beginning. For the first time since Ava’s death, she felthopeful. For the second time that week, she found herself in bed with the man of her dreams wondering what effect last night’s soulful union, their life-changing, mind-blowing sexual experience, would have on him. She propped up on her elbow and nudged Levi awake, keen to find out.
He opened his eyes and smiled at her. ‘Jeez. What a night. That was so great. So, so unbelievably great.’ Levi rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.
Encouraging start.
‘I’ve never experienced anything quite like it.’
Even better.
‘I feel incredible.’
Molly looked at him, beaming from ear to ear, and tutted playfully. ‘You’re talking about sleep again, aren’t you?’ She glanced at her phone charging by the bed. ‘Before you ask, it’s almost ten o’clock. You’ve had nine whole hours.’
Levi reached over to kiss her. ‘You are so good for me.’
She wriggled out of his arms. ‘Time to get up. We have a lot to do.’
‘Have you always been this bossy? How did I not notice?’
‘Too busy working and being grumpy?’
Levi feigned heartbreak.
Molly rang the solicitor’s office as soon as she was dressed.
‘It’s me, Molly Johnson. I’m ringing to let you know I’ll be completing the rest of the tasks today and emailing the signed papers, photos of the journal and witness signatures to you before the deadline at 6p.m.’
For once, Monsieur Fournier sounded a tiny bit compassionate. She quickly clicked off the call and raced through to the kitchen to find Freda poking in cupboards, gathering pans.
‘I’m only trying to help speed up breakfast,’ she joked. ‘I have everything under control.’
Molly looked in the pedal bin to see a pile of broken eggshells.
Freda held her hands up. ‘I only broke four eggs. That’s it. And I dropped the flour. Why do pancakes have to be so difficult to make?’
By the time Molly had taken her through the three basic steps to making the perfect pancake, steps that a six-year-old could master, Freda was squealing with delight. Levi and Lucca gathered round the table to tuck feverishly into Freda’s stack of warm pancakes, drizzled with maple syrup, topped with crispy bacon and a side jug of hot melted chocolate.
‘These are delicious,’ exclaimed Levi.
