In the blink of an eye, she was down to her panties and pressed up against him, kissing her way down his chest, grabbing the waistband of his jeans as she went.
“Pants, Levi,” she whispered between kisses. “This will work a lot better without the pants.”
She seemed to say that a lot.
Maybe he should…
His eyes rolled back into his head as she pulled his jeans and boxers down enough to start kissing below the belt.
One hand gently gripped the back of her head as all the breath whooshed from his lungs. Reaching around behind him, he did his best to balance against the bed without falling over.
But it didn’t quite work out that way.
The comforter material was a little too slippery, and the hand that was on her head pushed her away as Levi lost his balance and slid.
He hit the bed; Willow hit the floor.
And they both burst out laughing.
It was the least sexy moment ever and yet…he loved it.
Forcing himself to straighten, Levi kicked off the rest of his clothes before he held out a hand to her and helped her to her feet. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” she said, still laughing. “But I’m really glad it’s kind of dark in here. That was not a position I’d want anyone to see me in.”
Banding his arm around her waist, he kissed her softly. “You, naked on the floor? I’ll always want to see that.”
“Levi…”
Tucking a finger under her chin, he leaned in and kissed her again, this time making sure she knew they were done talking for now. He was about to guide them both onto the bed when she went on the move again.
He kind of loved it when she did that.
This time nothing was stopping her from kissing every inch of him.
Every. Inch.
“Willow,” he panted. “I think…I need…oh shit, that’s good…maybe…”
She gave him a playful shove, and he fell back on the bed. He scooted up toward the headboard and got comfortable before Willow joined him. Straddling him, he realized she had gotten rid of her panties too. Before he could comment on it, she was kissing her way down from his chest again. Just when she was about to pick up where she’d left off, she raised her head and gave him the sexiest smile he’d ever seen.
“Just FYI, these walls have great insulation. We can be as loud as we want for as long as we want.”
Which was perfect news because it didn’t take long for her lips to wrap around him and cause him to roar with his release.
The room was pitch black and Willow was curled up next to him sound asleep.
Levi wished he was doing the same.
He was exhausted; that was a given. But he just wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be doing right now.
You mean other than sleeping?
Sure, that was one option, but…should he leave now and make things a little less weird in the morning or did he stay and…deal with the weirdness?
Yawning, he knew the smart thing to do was deal with the weirdness. He had no right being out on the road driving when he was this tired. No need to be a danger to himself and anyone else on the road.
Decision made, he closed his eyes and started counting backward from one hundred.
Ninety-nine, ninety-eight…
And he was asleep.
The next time he opened his eyes, the room was bright, and he was alone. Sitting up slowly, he looked around and listened for where Willow might be. He smelled coffee and figured she was in the kitchen.
His limbs felt like they were made of lead as he climbed from the bed and slid his jeans and boxers back on. Shirtless, he made his way out of the room and toward wherever the kitchen was.
Last night, he had only seen the entryway and had a vague memory of stumbling across the apartment. In the light of day, it was much smaller than he thought it would be. There was one open living area with a small kitchen and…that was it. Other than the bedroom and bathroom, there wasn’t much else. It was decorated in a style that totally screamed Willow, though, much like her bedroom. She was obviously a girly-girl, and he wanted to walk around and look at all her framed pictures, but…she was sitting at her little kitchen table watching him.
“Good morning.”
She blushed and lowered her gaze. “Good morning.”
“Did you sleep well?” It was inane conversation at best, but…he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say, nor was he awake enough to give it much thought.
“I did. It was nice to sleep in my own bed again.” She smiled at him before motioning to the counter behind her. “There’s coffee if you’d like some. They’re the pods, and there are different flavors on the rack for you to choose from.”
Thanking her, he walked over and scanned the selection, even though he knew he’d go for the basics. He wasn’t exactly a flavored coffee kind of guy. There was already a mug out for him and a spoon, so there wasn’t much he needed to do other than put the pod in the Keurig and wait the whole thirty-seconds. Once it was ready, he turned and sat opposite her at the table.
“I noticed you never put cream or sugar in your coffee,” she said shyly. “That’s why I didn’t offer you any. But if you do want some…”
Levi held up a hand to stop her. “No, it’s okay. This is fine. Thanks.”
Then it was quiet.
Awkwardly quiet.
“Um…I don’t want you to feel like you need to rush out or anything,” Willow began, “but Mrs. Moore saw us get back last night and texted me early this morning. I’m going over there at nine to watch Josh.”
Glancing around, he asked, “What time is it?”
“Almost eight. But like I said, don’t feel like you need to rush.
