“Hey, get a room,” someone yells jolting me out of the spell she’s cast on me. Mia jerks away hiding her face in my chest as a guy passes by us and it’s then I realize that we’re still standing in the hallway outside of her apartment.
“Fuck,” I mutter leaning my chin against the top of her head as I try to catch my breath. After a moment, I reluctantly lower her to her feet, waiting until she’s steady before releasing her.
“D-do you want to come in?” she murmurs looking up at me with lust filled eyes.
“I want to…” I trail off.
“But?” she says tilting her head to the side.
Running a hand through my hair. “But I want to do this right, Mia. I don’t want you to think I’m just after sex because I’m not. So, I think…and I can’t even believe I’m saying this. I think we should wait a little while.”
Oh…okay.” She frowns sucking her plush lower lip between her teeth. My eyes get hung up there. Images of her on her knees between my legs as she sucks my dick into her mouth play like a highlight reel in my mind.
Fuck, I need to get out of here now.
“Go inside Mia, before I break that promise.”
Her eyes trail down and widen when she sees the bulge in my pants. A flush steal across her cheeks.
“Now,” I practically growl.
Her eyes come back to mine and she must see the barely leashed restraint in them because she turns to open the door.
It takes her two tries before she gets it unlocked.
“Goodnight, Levi.”
“Goodnight. Lock the door.”
I wait until I hear the lock click into place before I hightail it too my car and back home.
I jog up the stairs and straight into the bathroom. In no time at all I’m jerking off to images of Mia in my mind.
Chapter Eight
MIA
I type out the last few words before saving the file and closing my laptop. This book is finally starting to take shape into what I want it to be. I know I have a few more rounds of edits to go through before I can send it off to my editor, but things are thankfully trending in the right direction.
I shoot Imani a text message to check on her. I called her last night after I got home, and she seemed to be in a better state of mind. I’m still worried about her though. I’ve never seen her break down the way she did the other day. But then again, she and Max have been together for over six years now, and I know she’s been waiting for a proposal from him. As far as I can tell he hasn’t even hinted at it. I just want what’s best for her and my instincts are telling me that it may not be Max anymore.
Getting up from my desk, I stretch before making my way towards the kitchen to find something to eat for dinner. A smile lights up my face when thoughts of my date with Levi last night pop up in my head.
It was everything I could have asked for and more. The last time we went to a carnival we were sophomore’s in high school, and we had the best time ever. The fact that he took the time to plan a date that he knows I would like felt good.
I haven’t’ been on that many dates in my life, as I’ve just never been interested in other guys but that was hands down the best date of my life.
And that kiss…Never have I wanted to drag a man back into my apartment and have my way with them the way I wanted to with Levi last night. It’s only been one date and I’m already struggling with my resolve not to get further attached to him than I already am.
“I don’t want you to think I’m just after sex because I’m not.”
Those words reverberate over and over in my mind. The way he said it and the way he looked at me when he said it felt so sincere.
I believe him, which is dangerous because if this thing blows up in my face, I know the damage it will do to my heart will be irreparable.
Shaking those thoughts off I rifle through my refrigerator pulling out the things I need to make a turkey sandwich. A knock on my door makes me pause. I frown as I make my way to the door, I hadn’t been expecting any company tonight. I look through the peep hole and my heartbeat picks up when I see who’s at the door. Quickly throwing open the door, I find Levi standing there.
A smile curves the corners of his lips. “Hey,” he says in that deep, sexy voice of his.
“Hey,” I say breathlessly. Butterflies swarm in my stomach and I know I have a big goofy smile on my face, but I can’t seem to help myself.
I saw him less than twenty-four hours ago and yet I’m ridiculously happy to see him now. It’s crazy. He’s dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a white t shirt that stretches enticingly over his muscles.
His eyes trace over my face before coming back to mines. “Is it crazy that I missed you so much?”
My heart gallops in my chest and I shake my head.
“No, I was just thinking about how much I missed you too,” I admit shyly.
That smirk increases to a full-blown smile. “I bought dinner and a movie.”
It’s then I realize that he’s holding a brown paper bag and a copy of Bad
