His body felt rock-hard against me, his chest rising and falling with ragged, loud breaths. I felt each exhalation, every single breath he took, and I fought the way my body responded to his: arching against the car, needing to have him pin me harder. The low ache between my legs, the whining of my body, wordlessly asking for his to unite with mine.
Levi shook his head, his dark brows coming together. “She wasn’t you.”
“Oh, is that supposed to make me feel better? Grady kissed like a sloppy mop, but you don’t hear me complaining—”
He didn’t give me a chance to say anything else, mostly because he grabbed my face, tilted my neck, and collided his mouth with mine. Such a sudden, fast meeting of our lips that I could do nothing but blink at first, and then—then I wanted to fight him. Push him off. Yell at him because how dare he?
I slammed a fist against his chest, and he pulled his lips off mine long enough for me to cry out, “I hate you. I really do. I don’t think I’ve ever hated someone as much as I hate you.” Lies. All lies, because even after what he did, I didn’t hate him. How the hell could I? I’d fallen hard for this man, and now…
Even after he’d betrayed me, I still wanted him.
“Then hate me,” Levi whispered, his forehead against mine, his eyes shut. “Hate me, Kelsey. It’ll be easier that way.”
Easier? None of this was easy. None of this was fucking easy, couldn’t he see that? Didn’t he know that this was literally the hardest thing I’d ever had to do in my life? God, I couldn’t imagine dating, not after this. I never wanted to let anyone that close again.
“You,” I whispered, hating how pained my voice sounded, “you ruined me.” And I didn’t mean because of the video. I didn’t give a shit about whether other people knew I’d had sex, or even watched me do it. What I meant was that Levi had ruined me for relationships, for guys in general. No man would ever compare. Never again.
It was stupid. It was so fucking stupid, and yet I tugged on his collar and brought his face back down to mine, crashing my lips against his as hard as I possibly could, needing him to know that I wasn’t lying. Levi Harlen had ruined me, and I was a slave to him, as much as I hated it.
Feeling his lips on mine gave me life. If I could’ve melded against his body, I would have. If I could’ve caved into him and given him everything—everything that I, Kelsey Yates, had to give—I would’ve. But this…this wasn’t our reunion. This was simply the goodbye we never had, the so-long, farewell portion of our relationship. If you could even call what we had a relationship.
Was it? I didn’t know, and at this point it didn’t much matter. There was nothing left of us, if there ever was an us to begin with. This was the final curtain call on the Levi and Kelsey act, and after that curtain closed, there would never be a follow-up. We would be done, as much as it hurt me to admit.
The truth? I didn’t want to be done with this one. Ever.
His lips were immeasurably warm on mine, and I lost myself to that heat, my hands acting greedy, touching him all over, pulling his large frame down to mine, refusing to let go. His muscled body held me against the car, and the moment he pressed his hips against me harder, I felt how much he needed me, too. This wasn’t just a one-sided goodbye. This was a goodbye for the both of us. After this? Cut off completely.
I’d said it in the beginning, and I’d meant it. This one was not good for me, for my sanity, for my health. A man like Levi would drive you crazy and make you high on the feeling. A man like Levi would make you crave him and never be able to have your fill with any other man again.
I’d meant it totally and absolutely when I said he ruined me. He did. He ruined me in the worst of ways, and I enjoyed every bit of it.
His teeth grazed my bottom lip, and as I parted them and allowed his tongue in my mouth, I felt his hands find their way between us, reaching for the button on my pants. I let him do it; I was past the point of stopping this man now.
Levi pulled his lips off mine the moment his hand slid between us, down along me, his fingers arching against the most intimate part of me. My breathing hitched the very instant he touched me, and I knew, without a doubt, I was practically dripping wet. That’s what Levi did to me. Made me a hormonal, wild teenager who’d never gotten laid before. Made me crave him so desperately I could hardly see or think straight.
Hell, at this point, thinking straight had long been in the rearview mirror.
“You feel so good,” Levi murmured against my cheek, his fingers gliding along my wet, pink folds easily, effortlessly. He knew just how to touch me to make me voice my pleasure in sighs, how to make me lose my mind in all that was him.
I started grinding my hips against his hand, practically mewling in desire. Was I proud of how I was acting with the guy who’d taped us fucking and then spread it around like it meant nothing? Of course not. What sane girl would be? Levi just brought out the insanity in me, the party girl who didn’t care
