Page 138 of What Are The Odds?
“Is this new?”
“Mmhm. I bought it for you.”
His teeth sunk into the skin above it. “I guess we can leave it on for a bit longer then.”
I rocked back on my feet so I could unzip his pants. My hands were shaking with need, so he did it for me. I climbed off fully to ditch my own jeans. I didn’t take stock of where they landed as I threw them away. I wouldn’t be needing them anytime soon. Maybe not even tomorrow if I had my way. When I returned to the bed, Levi rolled us around, so his weight was hovering over me. My chest heaved up and down when he ground his dick against me. If he did that again, I wouldn’t be surprised if I came. I was starving for him. Things became a blur of roaming hands and drawn-out kisses. I half sat up to take off my bra. He pulled back to slip off both our underwear. Then his hands were back between my legs. Teasing. Toying. Setting me on fire. I could do that as well. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, moving it up and down in slow, painful strokes. He growled, his eyes turning to smoke. I spread my legs, purposely positioning him right at my entrance. Each time I moved my wrist the tip of him entered me. It was torture for both of us. But something told me he was going to crack sooner.
“Grace,” he warned.
“Levi,” I innocently returned.
He thrust into me, in one tense and shuddering movement. I cried out, overcome by the pleasure of being with him again. I hooked my legs around his waist, deepening the contact. His arms rested on either side of my head. I wrapped my hands around his wrists, literally needing to hold on. Our hips met in frenzied thrusts. The type that left bruises as a reminder.
“Wait,” Levi choked out. “Stop.”
I frowned, my entire body tensing.
“Tell me about your flight,” he said.
I gawked at him. “My flight?”
“Yes. I’ve missed you so fucking much and if you move your hips like–”
“Like this?” I teased, inclining my hips to meet his.
“Like fucking that,” he grit, pinning my hips down with his own. “This will be over before it starts.”
I giggled wickedly. “It was long.”
“Yeah?”
“The food was gross.”
“Really?”
“And the plane was full of screaming children.”
He grimaced. “Maybe leave kids out of it.”
He looked up at the ceiling, throat working as he swallowed. I rested my hand on his chest, feeling the rhythmic beats of his heart beneath my fingertips. He was painfully beautiful. And not just because he was stereotypically attractive and an animal on the ice. He was incredibly loyal. And bravely confident. And uncharacteristically thoughtful. And I loved him so much that the possibility of this ending after graduation was as impossible as me becoming a professional ice skater.
“Okay.” He nodded. “I think I’m good.”
“Thank god.”
Slowly, Levi began to move again. I rose my hips to meet his. We were no longer frenzied. The mood had shifted. To something more intense, something revolutionary. Something I sure as hell would never come back from. We both inhaled sharply as the overwhelming sensations took hold of each of us. This felt so right. We felt so right. Levi interlaced our hands, pinning them on either side of my head. We moved in sync. It was hard to believe anything could feel this good. And I wasn’t just thinking about the sex. My head fell back as a wave built in me. Levi kissed my throat, leaving a searing brand below my jaw. Asshole. Lucky it was scarf season. He released one of my hands so he could move his thumb to brush over my clit. I gasped.
“Levi, I’m–”
“I know.”
The wave crashed, raining over me in a drawn-out finale. My thoughts scattered. All I could focus on was Levi. His arms tensed before his body went slack over mine, his dick pulsing as he came in me. An immediate influx of exhaustion hit me. I’d barely slept on the flight, the angst of seeing Levi being too much to handle. Now I was here, I expect I’d have the best night’s sleep in weeks. Safely in his arms. Maybe we could wake up part way through the night and do that again.
“Grace?” Levi’s tone was measured and calm.
“Yeah?”
“I really am sorry.”
