Page 20 of Along Came Summer

“Oh yeah?” Nodding, I pull away from him as he’s about to draw me in for another passionate kiss. Levi opens his eyes, watching me intently as I back away while tying up the loosened laces to my bikini bottoms. “Tell me.” Levi intones, stepping away from the boulder he’s been leaning against, and advancing toward me. He looks like a tall, well-built dream devouring me with those deep, earth-brown eyes which cause my knees to wobble with every step I take in retreat.

“I’d prefer to show you,” I tell him with a sultry smile. “While we’re both wet, and I’m down on my knees in the walk-in shower back in my hotel room—which I believe is only a short drive from here.”

Levi’s gaze blackens with desire, and I see his adam’s apple bob in his throat when he swallows thickly, likely envisioning the scenario I just voiced in his head. “It is a short drive from here, and I can have you naked, in that shower, down on your knees, with your pretty little mouth filled with my cock in less than ten minutes.” Something warm swarms inside my belly, and there’s a needy ache between my legs that has me almost reaching to touch myself. Levi steps into my space, his left hand reaching for my throat; he closes the gap between us and presses his forehead to mine. “And believe me, baby girl, I am fighting every shred of control I have not to take you up on your offer, but I’m going to push through this feral need to fuck you like an unhinged animal and wait for tonight because you’re not just going to feel me inside your body, Mira. You’re going to feel me in your fucking soul.”

It's my turn to swallow hard.

Holy fucking shit.

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After we leave the waterfall, Levi drives me back to my hotel in his black Jeep Wrangler. Pulling up outside the front entrance of the five-star luxury hotel he turns to look at me with a smile. “Are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up later?”

Unfastening my seatbelt, I shake my head. “No, it’s fine, the hotel has chauffeur service, I’ll just book a ride with them.” Levi nods but I can tell by the look on his face that he isn’t entirely comfortable with me driving around in a foreign country with a stranger. “Don’t pull that face, it’s perfectly safe.”

“I’m not pulling a face.” He contests, donning a schoolboy grin. “So, I’ll see you at eight?”

I nod, eyeing him as he leans in, his eyes staring hungrily at my mouth as he does so. “If you’re lucky.”

“If you’re not standing outside my door by seven fifty-nine at the latest, I’m getting in this car and driving back here to raise some hell.”

Laughing I take hold of his jaw and pull my head back to look at him when he leans in to kiss me. “Seven fifty-nine?”

Levi holds my gaze, bites his lip and smiles back at me wickedly, “I want you tongue fucking my mouth by eight, sharp, princess.” My cheeks burn hot, and my throat goes bone dry, picturing us alone in his apartment. “Now kiss me before I die.”

I giggle, good lord, I giggle like a Valley High School girl. “Maybe it's my turn to repay the favour and leave you twiddling your thumbs in anticipation."

“Don’t,” Levi groans, his eyes glued to my lips like a man starved. “Give me something to get me through the next six hours.” I should make him wait, but his pained expression and earnest plea made it impossible for me to deny him. So, I lean in, bridging the gap between our lips and planting a soft peck on his waiting lips, but as I go to pull back Levi’s fingers snake to the nape of my neck, he keeps me there, brushing my lips apart and deepening the kiss. The fact we are sitting in a car at the drop-off zone located at the front entrance of a five-star hotel with doormen, bellboys and hotel guests watching us doesn’t seem to register to either of us.

Until a sudden beeping of the impatient taxi drivers horn behind us interrupts our—what would have been—zealous kiss. “I should go,” I whisper against his lips, and he smiles, caressing my jaw affectionately while he presses another soft kiss to my lips.

“Go on, Princess, I’ll see you at seven fifty-nine.”

“I’ll see you at eight, King.” Levi chuckles, watching me closely while I reach for the door handle and go to hop out of the car.

“Don’t fall out of the car now.”

“Shut up.” I jump out of his jeep and close the door with my hip. We share one last look, and Levi grins and winks at me before he drives off.

“Oh, Mira, what are you doing?” I sigh, watching his taillights disappear out of sight before I turn and enter the hotel through the spinning doors of its main lobby. A lavish scent greets me the moment I step inside. That delightful, signature smell used by all hotels lingers in the air. The lobby is majestic and stunning; a grand crystal chandelier hangs from the tall ceiling and casts a gentle light over the glossy marble flooring. Adorning the walls are stunning art pieces of landscapes, and I am smiling because I’m almost immediately filled with thoughts of Levi.

I stand alone in the elevator, biting my lip as I mull over whether or not I should tell my two best friends, Wyatt and Lexi, about what happened between Levi and me earlier today. They’re always so level-headed and help me see things clearly when I’m busy overthinking, like right now. It's foolish of me to look for external guidance on something like this; after all, I'm an adult. That said, I can't help wondering what their opinions would be on Levi and I hooking up.

As the elevator reaches my floor, it pings and the doors slowly open revealing a young couple kissing while waiting for the elevator, they pull apart and the girl giggles, pressing her fingers to her lips, her cheeks flushing.

I step out of the elevator, smiling as the smooching couple sheepishly apologise for having the audacity to publicly express their very evident affection for one another.

Hell, they’re better people than I am, because I would not be sorry one little bit if someone caught me being kissed like that.

There it is again, that damn smile.

Ugh, what the hell have you gone and done to me Levi King.

Wyatt and Lexi decided it would be fun if we booked a Queen Suite instead of three separate hotel rooms. We each have our own bedroom with private bathrooms; that way we could stay together, but still have personal space in case we needed some time apart – or anyone wanted to ‘hook up’. I’m not stupid, I know they both chose to stay in one room with me because they’re concerned about leaving me alone. Since I'm still having difficulty sleeping after the whole Scott situation, it is somewhat comforting knowing they are close by if I wake up in the middle of the night in a panic.

“Peach?” I hear Wyatt’s voice calling out to me the moment I walk through the door and into the suite.

“Yeah, it’s me.” I call back, dropping the beach bag with my wet towel inside by the entrance.

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