“I’m sure,” Levi said. “I’ve never brought a girl home before, so…”
A smile grew on my lips, and I ran my hands up his chest, practically purring out, “Never brought a girl home? Hmm. So I’d be the first?” A stupid question; it was what he just said. Call me an idiot.
I’d be the first, and hopefully the last.
Whoa. Okay, that was a little much. That was…talking about the future and further down the line. I wasn’t comfortable thinking that far ahead, was I? Not in the past, but now…now the future was all I could think about, because I didn’t want Levi to disappear from my life. I didn’t want to wake up one morning and think to myself: I’m not going to see him today, or ever again. A life without Levi was a life I didn’t want.
This man was everything to me. I’d said it as an insult before, but now I meant it in a different way when I said Levi ruined me. He ruined me for other guys. He took my world and turned it upside down, and the worst part? He made me like it, made me love him. I was helpless in the hands of this man, which went against everything I used to stand for.
“Yeah,” he spoke softly, his eyes half-lidded. “We can also catch up on the app, too.”
Ah, right. So it wouldn’t be all lovey-dovey, Kelsey, meet my mom; Mom, meet Kelsey. It would also be about checking the last week of videos those cameras had caught. Hopefully there’d be something we could use, something that painted Dean in the wrong light.
I had no idea what that would be, but I knew it’d be something. There had to be something.
“Sounds like a plan,” I murmured, bringing my face to his, meeting his lips with mine. I would never get used to the way Levi tasted, or how he felt when he held me close. How his lips parted and let my tongue play with his, the groans that left him when I nibbled his bottom lip and ran my tongue over it, teasing, begging.
Levi was slow to move, crawling over me, pinning me down with his lean, strong frame. I felt so small underneath him, his muscles drowning everything out. My world spun each time we were together, my mind and body on a high no other guy or drug could ever replicate. Levi was my drug. He was mine, and I was never going to give him up. Not again.
We’d both fucked up. We’d both made some horrible decisions we regretted, but if I let our pasts dictate what our futures held, I knew I’d only add onto that pile of remorse.
No. I needed him, and he needed me. We were only whole when we were with each other.
Levi took his mouth from mine, dragging it to my neck, showering my throat with fervent, passionate kisses that took my breath away and made my heart beat a mile a minute in my chest. Thud, thud, thud; I could practically hear it when his hands traveled down my body, cupping and pushing against my breasts for only a split moment before going even lower, working to undo the button on my jeans.
His azure stare met mine as his head followed suit, moving down. He yanked those jeans off me like a master, like he’d done it a thousand times already. Maybe he had; I’d lost count of how many times we’d been together. There was no greater stress-reliever than sex, after all, and when it came to Levi, there was no man better suited for the job.
The next thing he helped off my body was my underwear. He slid those black panties off me almost too slowly, giving me a half smirk that drove me wild. Strong hands spread apart my thighs once my lower half was free of all clothing, and his gaze ate me up, raking across the most intimate part of my body like he owned it.
And he did. If my body ever belonged to someone else, it was him, just as his body was mine.
I let out a low moan the moment his head lowered to my sex, his tongue flicking out and swirling around my clit before adding pressure on it and sucking. My eyelids slammed shut; I could no longer watch him give me head. It was too much.
At least, that’s what I thought, until I felt him stick a finger inside of me, not letting up on my aching nub. My back arched of its own accord, letting his finger fuck me deeper, harder. Every nerve inside of my body exploded with pleasure when Levi’s teeth lightly dragged across my clit, and I couldn’t stifle the cry that escaped me when the orgasm came. My fingers held onto the sheets, my lungs heaving for breath, but the man wasn’t done with me yet.
His mouth left my clit, but his finger still worked inside of me, and with a hazy, lust-filled gaze, Levi whispered, “You really are fucking gorgeous, Kelsey.”
No one in my life had ever called me that except him, and it blew my mind that anyone could find me, Kelsey freaking Yates, fucking gorgeous. I wasn’t the gorgeous type. I wasn’t a model. I wasn’t tall and skinny; I was the girl next door type. Short, brown hair the color of literal shit, with an attitude to match. Not gorgeous material.
But still he insisted on calling me that, and it drove me nuts. But in a good way.
Levi was slow to pull his finger out of me, and I was able to peek my eyes open to watch him work on getting off his own jeans, his erection present with the bulge in his pants. Honestly, there was nothing better than seeing that
