Page 89 of Golden Days

I take my time kissing him softly, letting our tongues dance together before I tip his head back and kiss the rest of his face. I trail my fingers over the stubble on his jaw.

I try to open my legs and let Levi between them, but my dress constricts me. He notices and pulls back, looking at me with a smirk that should, frankly, be illegal. His left hand lets go of the material at my hip only to trail down my thigh. His other hand comes down to the same place, where he thumbs the material of my dress.

“Is this dress one of a kind?”

I frown and look down at it. It’s probably the nicest dress I own, but it’s by no means special.

“No, I got it at the mall last—" I gasp as I watch Levi tear it open with his bare hands. The slit opens up all the way to my ribs and there’s only a small patch of fabric now that’s keeping the whole thing together. If he pulls on it a little more, I’ll be naked.

Levi steps between my legs and pulls me closer to the edge of the counter. I feel him instantly—hard and throbbing—right where I need him. Our frantic kissing resumes and I slowly grind myself on him, the way I did that night in the car.

He groans into my mouth, and I swallow it down greedily. My hands move of my own accord and start popping open the buttons of his shirt. Without the material at my hip, Levi’s hand trails up the right side of my body, the one that’s showing skin. His warm fingers ignite the fire inside me and I arch into him, asking for more. When he reaches my ribs, he slowly moves higher and higher until the side of his pointer finger grazes my breast.

I shudder and gasp into his mouth and he tilts my head back and to the side, kissing me right below my ear before whispering, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Hazel.”

My moan is rewarded by Levi taking off his shirt before ripping the rest of the dress off my body. I’m panting and mostly naked on his kitchen counter as he steps back to admire me.

I don’t think I’ve ever been wanted or needed like this before. He swallows twice before moving back in and kissing me hard, his fingers toying with my nipples.

I expect him to reach down and tear my black lace panties off too, but instead he pushes me back on the counter and says, “Lift your hips up for me.”

I do as I’m told and I get rewarded with a low chuckle and a “good girl” before he slowly takes my panties off, slowly dragging the material down my thighs and my legs.

The house is not quiet any longer as I moan out Levi’s name.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Levi

My cock hardens as I take in the sight of Hazel, naked on my kitchen counter. I keep my touch light as I take off her panties, sinking down to my knees.

Her brown eyes widen in anticipation and she licks her lips, lifting up on her elbows.

I trail kisses up from her calf to the inside of her knee, up her powerful thigh, using my hand to push her other leg open, spreading her wide for me.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my tongue darting out and licking the inside of her thigh. There’s a mostly faded scar where Gus scratched her, and I press a few kisses to the skin there.

I grip her thighs with both hands and maneuver her legs around my shoulders. Her fingers are gripping the edge of the counter and I reach over and take one of them, bringing it to my hair instead.

“Don’t be shy. Show me where you want me,” I say, bringing my lips closer to her pussy.

Her breaths are coming in short, panting bursts, her heavy breasts taunting me with their perfect shape. Later.

I give her a devilish grin and dart my tongue out, licking her fully, from her tight, sweet hole to her clit. I swirl my tongue around, wrapping my lips around the sensitive bud. Her fingers tighten in my hair and I smile, grazing my teeth against her flesh.

She whimpers above me and guides my head between her legs. I follow, licking her again and again, sucking gently on her clit. She’s so fucking wet and sweet.

My fingers dig into the soft skin of her thighs, and I dip my tongue inside her, swirling it around.

“Fuck, Levi. I’m close,” she pants, fingers tugging harder on my roots.

I move back to her clit and bring one of my hands to her entrance, coating two fingers with her slickness.

“So wet for me,” I mumble.

She gasps out a laugh, but it quickly dies on her lips as I plunge those two fingers inside her, curling them against her soft walls.

“Fuck, fuck,” she moans, moving her hips of her own volition.