Page 115 of Between Never and Forever
Savannah Shaw has always been my perfect storm.
As if on cue, the rain starts.
Soft sprinkles wet our bodies, reminding me that Savannah is in a swimsuit that leaves nothing to the imagination, before the sky opens up and blankets us in a downpour. I grab her arm and pull her under the shelter of the deck. The rain hits the wood slats above us and the stone pavers under our feet so loudly that I can no longer hear her breathing. Only the harsh, pounding rain, and my racing heart.
I glance toward the water, but the rain is falling in such thick sheets that I can barely make out where the grass of my backyard meets the beachy shoreline. When I bring my eyes back to Savannah, she shivers, rain dropping from her eyelashes and onto her cheeks. To her lips. I watch as a raindrop slides to her plush lower lip and rests there, sparkling. Taunting. Teasing.
I can’t want her again. I can’t awaken that desire. I can’t unlock that fucking box inside my heart. I know all of this. I know how badly it will hurt when it ends, but like a man possessed, I don’t think of any of it.
Without taking my eyes off that raindrop, I open my mouth and rasp the only words my brain can form.
“Savannah, can I kiss you?”
Her lips part on a gasp. The raindrop trembles.
“Yes,” she whispers, and my mouth is on hers before the raindrop falls.
The moment we touch, my body sags with relief, eight years of tension burned away in the heat from this kiss. I groan and wrap my hand around her neck, holding her to me, keeping her close so I can taste her thoroughly. She whimpers into my mouth and fists her hands into my shirt, pulling and tugging. I coax her lips with my tongue, and she opens without hesitation.
I will never forget this moment. It will haunt my nightmares for years after.
I walk her backward and press her against the house. I move my mouth from her lips to her ear, then to the soft skin covering her pulse point. I suck, and she whines, pressing her body into me and tilting her head to the side. Giving me access. Granting my wishes.
When my name leaves her lips on a soft whimper, my restraint snaps.
I drag my teeth from her neck to her collarbone, then suck the swell of her breast into my mouth. I bite down, making her cry out, then suck hard enough that I know she’ll need extra time in the makeup chair tomorrow to cover the mark I’ve made.
Her hands move to my hair, digging into my scalp, as I nudge the cup of her bikini aside and suck her nipple into my mouth.
“Levi,” she pants out, moaning my name and tugging me closer with each breath. “Levi. Levi.”
Quickly, I press kisses down the side of her torso, to her stomach, as I drop to my knees and bite at the soft flesh of her hips. I take one hand and wrap it around her bare ankle, then lock eyes with her. Without speaking, I push her foot out, widening her stance so I can move my body between her legs. She sucks her lower lip into her mouth, watching me with hooded, wild, lust-filled eyes, and tilts her pelvis toward me. An unspoken, unmistakable invitation, and I accept.
I cover her pussy with my mouth and her whole body shudders as my hot breath caresses her sensitive skin through the wet fabric of her bikini bottoms.
“Oh fuck,” she whispers. “Oh fuck, Levi.”
I hook my finger in the crotch of her bottoms and pull them to the side, then devour her naked pussy with my eyes. Her pale skin almost glows in the moonlight, shimmering and slick with the rainwater, and directly contrasted by the dark bikini. I blow lightly on her clit, just to watch goosebumps appear on her skin.
“Please, Levi.”
I tear my eyes from her pussy and direct them at her face.
“Please what, Savannah?”
I take my finger and drag it through her, coating my fingertips in her arousal before bringing them to her clit and rubbing it in small circles.
“Yes,” she says on a sigh, and I halt my movements. “No, Levi, don’t stop.”
“Please what, Savannah?”
I repeat the words slower this time, my voice so rough that I barely recognize myself, but it carries despite the sound of the rain pounding all around us. She gasps, staring down at me as her chest rises and falls rapidly with her pants. She tightens her grip in my hair and tilts my head back slightly.
“I want your mouth on me. Please.”
Our eye contact doesn’t break until my mouth covers her pussy and her eyes fall shut with a gasp. I groan the moment her taste hits me, and I lick her once before sucking her clit into my mouth.
She tastes of saltwater and rain and something decidedly her. My tempest. My chaos. I hum against her, flicking my tongue over her clit again before starting all over and licking her fully with the flat of my tongue.
