Page 48 of Furious

I offer him my lips to kiss, but rather than feeding me the ice cream like he’s been doing so far, Lev scoots down to my chest and closes his mouth over one of my nipples.

“Oh.” I gasp, surprised by the exquisite sensation caused by Lev’s open-mouthed kiss.

It’s a lesson in contrasts between the cold inside his mouth and the warmth of my skin. His lips are softer than ever as he swirls his tongue around my pebbled nipple.

“Lev.” I beg, arching into the contact to get more of his kisses.

“What?” he chuckles around the achy tip of my nipple. “Do you like this?”

The answer is a desperate moan when Lev adds his teeth to the mixture. I never thought I could come just by someone kissing my boobs, but I’m surprisingly close.

I’m so wet that I’m sure I’ll leave a spot on his dark gray and teal comforter and my clit is throbbing in sync with my heartbeat.

After spending some time to give the same treatment to my other breast, Lev takes yet another spoonful of frozen custard into his mouth and gives me the rest of the cup.

“Aww,” I’m unable to hide my disappointment. “I liked this better when you were feeding it to me.”

Lev’s response is a soft chuckle as he scoots farther down the length of the bed.

“Babe, what are you?—”

The answer comes when he lowers my panties almost to my knees and lowers his face to my pulsing center.

“Oh.” It comes out like a surprised little scream.

His cold tongue flicks against my clit a couple of times, and I’ve never felt anything more thrilling and intense.

“Do you like it, Zee?” he murmurs, between kisses. “It sounds like you do.”

His mouth is starting to warm up again, and that feels even more amazing now that my skin has cooled down.

Lev continues to torment me by licking and sucking on my clit and I never want him to stop.

I writhe under his skilled mouth, my legs trapped by the elastic of my panties around my knees.

“Fuck,” he murmurs. “You taste better than any ice cream I’ve ever had.” Then he blows on my clit, before sucking it into his mouth.

I come harder than ever as he keeps kissing me until I become too sensitive.

“Too much?” he scoots back up to kiss my mouth and I melt against him.

He tastes like a heady combination of the strawberry and vanilla custard and me.

“God,” I laugh against his ripped chest, once I’ve recovered enough to speak again. “You weren’t lying when you promised me the best frozen custard I ever had.”

He nips at my bottom lip. “See why I would rather take it home than eat it in the shop or in the car?”

Who can argue with that? “You were absolutely right. I’m going to leave Creamy’s a five star review tomorrow. They’re never gonna know how much they owe you for the extra star, though.”

“It’ll be our little secret.” He winks.

I lean to the other side of the bed, to grab the second cup from the corner where Lev had set it down earlier. “Aww,” I groan. “I wanted to return the favor, but this has turned into soup.”

Lev takes the cup from me and puts it on his nightstand. “Don’t worry, we can get more soon and you can eat it off me. Maybe next time we can invite Chance too. I feel a little guilty for ditching him at the Pullins’ party. But I wanted to spend some alone time with you, so I can’t really say that I’m sorry.”

“I’m not sorry either.” I agree. “The other night, after the Gamma party, Chance and I spent the night together, just the two of us.”

He smiles. “It sounds like you had a good time with Chance.”