Page 90 of When The Mountains Held Us

God, I’m insatiable for him. Already, I want more.

More of his head between my legs.

More of his cock down my throat.

More of him thrusting deep inside me.

It’s like a restless hunger has awakened inside me, ravenous and impossible to ignore.

“Where’d you go?” Levi asks gently as he climbs back up the bed and settles beside me on the nest of pillows and blankets.

“With that tongue? To the moon, I think.” I’m still breathless, my body still tingling with the fading aftershocks.

His sultry chuckle warms my skin, and I burrow into his chest, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his soap, sweat, and the faint tinge of me.

“I’ll happily spend the rest of my days with my head between your legs if you’ll let me.”

I pretend to consider it for a moment, my index finger tapping my chin. “Might make holding down a job a little challenging.”

“My only job is to wring as much pleasure from your body as I possibly can. And then some.”

God, the mouth on this man.

“You’re insufferable.” I swat at his chest playfully and stand from the bed, stretching my arms over my head. My body is deliciously sore from last night, and it’s an oddly satisfying feeling. The thought of walking around today with the reminder of Levi’s extremely thorough worship of my body has me curling my toes.

“Shit,” Levi curses, jumping out of bed, gloriously naked, and gets dressed quickly. I frown as I watch him tug a dark T-shirt down over his head.

“What’s wrong?”

“I completely forgot that Harold asked us to come in today to finish up a couple of things around the shop.”

“I thought you had today off?”

“Yeah, we were supposed to, but there’s some housekeeping stuff Harold’s been falling behind on, and Justin and I said we’d go in and help him sort it out.”

I nod my understanding and try to fight back the wave of disappointment at the thought of him leaving.

“Will you be late?” I ask as I pull on the clothes I borrowed last night, right before promptly losing them in a heap on the floor. Levi crosses the room to me and wraps his arms around my waist, peering down at me.

“I shouldn’t be. I have somewhere very important I need to be tonight.”

“And where might that be?” I ask innocently, leaning into his chest and matching his playful tone.

He leans down, bringing his mouth to the shell of my ear, which sends a wave of awareness coursing through me.

“Deep inside that gorgeous, tight pussy while I make you scream my name to the heavens.”

This man is going to be the death of me in the best way possible.

“Well then,” I drag my nails roughly down his chest, hating the fabric between us, eliciting a sharp hiss through his teeth, “I guess you’d better get going so you can come back.” I lean up and kiss the side of his neck. “I’ll make coffee.”

Before he can respond, I spin on my heels, breaking out of his grasp, and practically skip out of the room and down the stairs. It’s like I can finally breathe again, and it’s all thanks to the man I left standing in the middle of his bedroom looking a little dazed and like he’s trying to figure something out. Who knew all I needed was a change of perspective and an attitude adjustment? In the form of I-don’t-even-know-how-many orgasms, no less.

Yeah, a girl could get used to this.

Swoon.

I busy myself with the coffee maker, scooping a little extra of the grounds into the filter to make the coffee strong, just like he likes it. It took some getting used to for me, but now I can’t imagine drinking the maple-flavored coffee any other way. While the coffee percolates, I scoop some food into Bandit’s bowl, adding a little extra on top for him, too, since Levi isn’t down here to chastise me about making his dog fat. Such a hypocrite. He gets extra coffee, and Bandit gets extra kibble. It’s only fair.