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“Um…this is a good start.”
“More detail.” His fingers reached into my hair and tilted my face up to his.
I met his eyes and saw the raw heat in them. “I want you to kiss me. I like the way you kiss me.”
My lips parted under his, and he stroked my tongue. “What else?”
My breath caught, my legs went liquid, and I couldn’t speak for a moment. “More.”
“Good answer,” he said with a wicked grin and tilted my chin up with one finger. “But whatever we do tonight is going to change everything. I won’t share you with anyone.”
His hands slid down to rest at the small of my back and pressed against me.
He was hard, and I shivered with anticipation. “That goes for me, too. I won’t share you.”
“Understood.” He smiled against my mouth.
“Wow,” I whispered. “That was easy.”
“I’m easy. When it comes to you.” His hands glided down my arms and cuffed my wrists.
Not to be outdone, I got busy touching him everywhere, something I loved. My wandering fingers flattened against his abs, which tightened in response. Seconds later, I wound up hoisted in his powerful arms. He threw me over his shoulder in a firefighter’s hold.
“Levi,” I said on a laugh. “What are you doing?”
“I’m saving you,” he said, moving toward his bedroom. “Always wanted to do this.”
My upside-down view of the world was amusing. For one thing, Levi had a great butt, in his jeans and out of them, in case I’d forgotten. I hadn’t. We wound up in a tangle of limbs on his bed, both fully clothed, Levi on top. Going by the feel of him pressing against my stomach, he had to be busting out of his jeans. I wanted to remedy that and remedy it fast. When my hands drifted down lightly and tugged on his pants, he reached for my hands and stilled them.
He brought our joined hands up to his lips and brushed a kiss across my knuckles. “Slow down.”
When he reached for his T-shirt and pulled it over his head with one arm, my pulse kicked up into triple digits. He had the most magnificent body, all hard, inherently male angles. Hard…everything. I pulled off my shirt, too, revealing the cami underneath. Still no sexy, push-up, demi bra. I cursed my lack of imaginative lingerie and swore I’d go to Lu Lah Lah tomorrow and stock up for the winter.
But Levi didn’t seem to mind the plain cami. He locked eyes with me, his blue ones searing me with desire and need. His fingers circled my breast through my sheer cami and his thumb tweaked my nipple. He pulled my cami over my head, then grazed his teeth over his lower lip.
He took in my body, as if he was trying to memorize me, and this time I wasn’t as self-conscious.
“Enjoying the view?”
“Always.” He bent to draw a nipple into his mouth. Licking and nipping, he had me writhing under him in minutes.
“Stop teasing me.” My fingers dug into his forearms.
“Never.” He went back to my nipples, sucking and licking like he had all the time in the world.
“Levi.” I sank my fingers into his hair and held on for the ride. And he would take me on a hell of a ride. “Tell me you have a condom.”
He met my eyes. “I have a big box.”
“Oh, good.” Wait. A box? “Why abox?”
“I was hopeful.” He stopped to meet my eyes, and his were on fire with heat. “About us. You and me.”
It got me all hot and bothered picturing Levi buying those condoms. Thinking about me when he did. Because he’d wanted me again. That first time hadn’t just been memorable for me. The thought fired me up with renewed desire and an aching longing that spread to every nerve ending.
And that was the thing. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. It had been so long since I’d felt this desired. This wanted. And he’d managed to make me feel this way with just one look from his blue eyes. A gentle touch from his callused hands. And some not-so-gentle touches that were as amazing and breathtaking.
He kissed me again, his mouth demanding and possessive. His tongue hot and wild. He stopped only to bring his hands to the waistband of my jeans, where he unbuttoned and unzipped. I helped by lifting my hips to shimmy and wriggle out of them, and he pulled them the rest of the way off.
