Page 19 of Wrapped Up with the Three Scrooges

But I didn’t have to fight long because she closed the distance for me.

Chapter Nine

Emery

Icouldn’t take it anymore. The way Levi looked at me, the way his fingers brushed against my skin, the way his eyes darkened when he touched me—it was all too much. I’d been craving his touch all day, craving the attention he so willingly gave me.

It was a stark contrast to the cold indifference I’d grown accustomed to with my ex, and I was starving for it. So, I did the one thing I’d been dying to do since he picked me up that morning—I kissed him.

My lips met his with a spark that ignited something needy and desperate within me. His mouth was warm and inviting, and he responded instantly, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me closer.

I felt the heat of his body through the fabric of the dress I was still clutching to my chest, and it sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

His lips moved against mine with a hunger that matched my own, his tongue teasing the seam of my mouth until I opened for him. The kiss deepened, and I let go of all my inhibitions. I let go of the fear, the doubt, and the insecurities that had been plaguing me. I let go of the voice in my head that told me I shouldn’t be doing this. I let go of everything except the feel of Levi’s lips on mine.

His hands roamed over my body, tracing the curve of my waist and the swell of my hips. He was real, and he was here, and he wanted me.

I pressed closer to him, my body aching for more contact. His hands slid up my back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and I gasped into his mouth as he possessively gripped the back of my neck.

The dress I’d been holding onto slipped from my grasp, falling to the floor in a puddle of soft fabric. I was standing there in only my bra and panties, but I didn’t feel exposed. I felt alive.

Levi broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked down at me. His eyes were dark with desire, and his chest heaved as he took in the sight of me.

I knew what he was seeing—my black lace panties, the matching bra that left little to the imagination, the flush that spread across my skin. The heat of his gaze was like a physical touch, and it sent a throb of need straight to my core.

“Emery.” His voice was barely more than a growl, and he traced the edge of my bra, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

I reached up, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him back to me. I didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to think. I just wanted to feel. His lips met mine again, and this time the kiss was fierce, almost bruising in its intensity. He touched me everywhere, teasing and driving me wild with need.

His hard length pressed against me, and I rocked my hips, seeking more friction. He groaned, his hands gripping my ass and lifting me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he pressed me back against the mirror.

The cold glass was a shock against my heated skin, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning within me. Levi’s mouth moved from my lips to my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

I gasped, my head falling back as he kissed and nipped his way down to my collarbones. As his hands slid up my sides, his thumbs brushed against the undersides of my breasts. I arched into his touch, a silent plea for more. He obliged, his fingers slipping under the lace of my bra to tease my nipples. They were already hard and aching, and the feel of his rough fingers against them made my pussy clench with need.

I moaned, my hips grinding against his as he continued to lavish attention on my breasts. He moved back up my neck and bit my ear.

“We should stop.” His voice was hoarse with need. “Before this goes too far.”

I knew he was right, and that we were in a public place where anyone could walk in and hear us at any moment. But I didn’t care. I was tired of being cautious, tired of playing it safe. I wanted to be reckless.

“I don’t want to stop,” I whispered, “I want you, Levi.”

The struggle played out in his eyes. He wanted this too, but he was holding back, trying to be the responsible one. I didn’t want sensible. I wanted passion, I wanted fire, I wanted him.

I reached up, cupping his face in my hands, and looked into his eyes. “Please, Levi. Don’t make me beg.”

Something in his expression shifted, and I knew I’d won. He let out a low growl, his hands gripping my hips as hepulled me back to him. His mouth crashed against mine with barely leashed desire. This time, there was no holding back, no hesitation. This time, we were all in.

I removed my legs from around him, sliding until I was standing on my own two feet to give him better access. His fingers hooked under the edge of my panties, and he pulled back enough to look into my eyes as he slid one finger inside me. I gasped, my hips bucking against his hand as he stroked me, his thumb finding my clit.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “So ready for me.”

I was, I couldn’t deny it. I felt the heat between my legs, the ache that only he could satisfy. I rocked against his hand, seeking more friction, more pressure. He obliged, sliding a second finger inside me and crooking them in a way that made me see stars.

I reached down, my fingers fumbling with the button of his pants. He groaned, his forehead resting against mine as I slid my hand inside them, wrapping my fingers around his hard length. He was hot and smooth in my hand, and I stroked him, my thumb brushing over the sensitive tip.

His hips jerked against my hand. “Fuck. If you keep doing that, this is going to be over before it starts.”

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