Page 90 of West Bound
THIRTY-SIX
Zephyrine
He takes one long,careful lick of me, and already I have to tighten my grip on the wood, reaching for a better purchase when his tongue laves over me again. I was too close when I stopped. It’ll take next to nothing to get me off. I let out a soft moan as his tongue starts to circle my clit, and he pulls back.
“I want a good fucking taste of you first.” He’s determined to taunt me.
“Levi, please.” I beg him to do his worst. I want to edge myself, give my body a few more minutes on the brink before I fall apart. I have no idea if he’ll ever let me do this again, and I want to savor it while I can.
“Fuck, I need this. The taste of you soaked into my tongue like this. Spread wider.” His tone is rough and demanding, and I do as he asks.
I grip the bunched-up hem of my skirt tighter on his next pass. He lights up every fiber of my body with each stroke of his tongue over my skin. This is what I get for getting him so riled—pure torment. But I don’t regret it. The only thing I’m regrettingright now is the fact that we’re out here, where I have to try to maintain my balance, instead of in a bed where I could just let him shatter my focus into a thousand pieces.
His tongue teases at my swollen clit again, and I nearly topple over from the sensation. The fence post barely keeps me upright. I roll my skirt under, tucking it under the waist of the dress to free my hand. I reach down for him, and the backs of my knuckles brush over his cheek softly. I try to coax him down from this punishing pace, but he won’t relent, sucking my clit instead until I start to whimper.
My fingers slip through his damp brown curls, finding purchase at the crown and rocking my hips up to meet his tongue when he lets go again. He’s determined to fucking devour me. He only pauses intermittently to lap up the wetness that falls like tears down my inner thigh.
“Oh please. Please.” I plead with him when he brings me close again, and he lets me go, the cool air whipping around my heated skin as we stare at each other.
“Don’t beg.” He drags his tongue over his lower lip, a cocky grin forming as he sees the state he’s put me in. “Order.”
Oh.
My eyebrows lift in surprise at just how much he likes this. I'm going to have to get Dakota a gift basket. Or a lifetime supply of her favorite whisky. He waits patiently as I take a deep breath and pull myself back together again. At least enough to finish this. I let it back out slowly.
“If you want any hope of getting out of these knots tonight, you’d better make me come. Hard and fast,” I challenge him.
A flicker of something flashes behind his eyes, and he follows the order as his mouth descends on me again. His tongue and lips working overtime to bring me close again.
“That’s it. Finish me off. Just like that. Such a good cowboy.” I tighten my grip on his hair and rock my hips against his face as he starts to suck on my clit once more.
I whimper when the wave finally hits me, crying out as my vision fades, and he keeps up his end of the bargain. This must be the galaxy he promised—stars, supernovas, and a lack of gravity that leaves me spinning. I’m moaning as my breathing stutters, slowing, tapering as I try to catch my breath. My knee starts to slip back down his chest as he laps me up, trying to get every last drop until I take a step back and drop to my knees in the grass.
“Tired?” He taunts me, and I look up at him. A self-satisfied smirk grows on his face as he looks me over. “Or you think you can ride me again?”
I glance down, and he’s still hard. Still in need of relief that only I can give him.
“Again?” I ask in between deep breaths, unraveling my skirt from where I’d bunched it around my waist. I grin as I let my eyes wander over him. The sun is setting, and the dip of the sun behind the mountains casts harsh shadows that highlight his broad shoulders and every rise and fall of the muscles in his arms. I fall back onto my elbows and throw my head back to look up at the way the moon is starting to fade into the deepening blue of the sky.
“I’m not sure you’re up for it,” I say softly, looking at him with one eye half open, hesitant to taunt him further. His brow arches in response. “I think we might be starting to push your limits, and I worry about what happens when you finally slip out of those.” I nod at the binds on his wrists. They’ve held better than I could have hoped.
“Oh, when that happens, you’re a dead woman. So you’d better make sure you’ve thoroughly enjoyed yourself.” He grinsas I crawl over to him through the grass. I run my hands over his shoulders as I stare up at him.
“Have you?” I ask softly.
“Yes,” he whispers back, his eyes studying mine and then dropping to my lips. “I enjoy everything with you.”
“Me too.” I admit the truth.
I kiss him tentatively, testing the waters to make sure he’ll kiss me back. His lips press against mine in answer and then part to let my tongue brush over his. My fingers explore his traps and slide down his back as I get lost in the feel of him. He takes the kiss deeper, giving me more even as I withhold the one thing he wants most. Levi Stockton is everything I dreamed Father Levi was and more. Better in every way possible. We break the kiss for air, our foreheads touching as he takes in a steadying breath.
“It’s getting late. We should get you home. Get some food before the next round,” he whispers.
“Okay.” I nod, rolling my lower lip between my teeth and shuffling to the right to loosen the knot.
No sooner do I create some slack in it, he slips his left wrist free. His fingers go to the spot where the rope has left its mark, running his thumb over them before his eyes turn on me. He pulls a knife from his back pocket, flicking the blade with one smooth motion. He doesn’t have to say a word for me to realize I’ve made a grave mistake. His eyes say everything.
Run.
