I point to the suitcase where I think I have some old sweats and he pads over, opening its top. Of course the first thing he finds is one of my bras. I’ve got my lingerie and undergarments on the top of the pile. He pinches it between his thumb and forefinger and holds it in the air.
“Didn’t peg you for purple lace, Georgie,” he manages slyly.
“Give me that,” I say, swiping it from his hand. I bend over and push all of my undergarments to the side, showing him where there’s an old pair of sweatpants and my giant hoodie that says ‘GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN’ in sparkly letters that Riley gave me for my birthday last year, only it’s missing the ‘S’ in the word ‘girls’ now. “There. Those things will work.”
He inspects the hoodie, casting a look of doubt in my direction. “GIRL JUST WANNA HAVE FUN?”
“Hey, at least there’s a fix.” I say wryly. Mostly a fix for me. I need him dressed and quick cause it’s a little too much for me to handle right now.
He snickers as he picks them up and, after another look my way, heads back to the bathroom to change. I hobble back down the hall with my phone in hand, praying that he comes out unassuming so I can snap a photo of him in what will have to be his worst outfit ever.
The door to the bathroom opens and he steps out. It’s better than I could have imagined. The gray sweatpants are tight, pretty much not leaving anything up to the imagination if you know what I mean, and they’re about five inchestoo short for this man’s legs. He looks like a sausage stuffed in those things, but I gotta admit, his butt looks incredible.
I bet I could bounce a quarter off it.
Now, the oversized hoodie is working, but it does ride up a little. So that, combined with the fact that the sweats aren’t quite up to par makes him look like he’s wearing a belly shirt.
And I am here for it.
I hold up my phone, grinning, and snap a quick pic. Levi’s eyes widen when he realizes what I’m up to. He takes a swipe in the air, trying to grab it from me.
“Uh-uh.” I giggle, holding the phone in the air as I move backward. Note to self: don’t try to run from a crime you’re committing unless your feet are both in working order.
“You’re injured; it’s not like you can get far.” He chuckles, reaching out and swiping at me again, this time his hand manages to grab my arm and stop me while his other arm wraps around my waist and he pulls me in closeandtightagainsthischestlikethis.
The air escapes me as I drag my eyes up to his. I lean backward, not able to help taunting him as I hold the phone out of reach.
“You can’t really get it, can you?”
His eyes narrow. “I can get it, if I want it.”
My stomach dips and dives. I want him to wantme.That thought is something I need to deal with, but I also simply want to kiss him again. I wonder if he feels the same?
So, I test the waters. “How bad do you want it?”
I’ve read in my romance books about hooded eyes, but not until this moment do I understand what that means. Levi’s eyes are indeed hooded and he’s looking at me with an intensity that I’ve never experienced before with anyone, not only him.
I feel his grasp around my waist shift as he grips the back of my shirt. “Bad.”
His fingers come up, raking through my hair, and I let out a heavy sigh. His lips are on my neck, hitting the tender spot just behind my earlobe as he traces a trail of kisses along my jawline and up to my lips, where he pauses.
“Is that bad enough?” he growls, pulling away.
“Could be better,” I tease, standing on my tiptoes and lightly placing my lips on his, holding the kiss for a second before I pull away.
He smirks. “Trying to usurp me?”
I never have a chance to retort, his hands are in my hair as he pulls me in, slanting his lips across mine, his tongue ever so lightly tracing a line across my bottom lip. In turn, I thread my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me, wanting more.
My weight isn’t quite distributed well because of my injury, and I’m trying to stay balanced. As if he senses my struggle, Levi, while expertly keeping his mouth pressed on mine, reaches down and hikes me up so he’s carrying me. I’m straddled now on the front of him, our limbs tangled and our kisses sweet and searching, and we make our way back to the living room.
I am carried away and lost in this moment, not needing to come out of it, but then I remember…we have to. We’re getting carried away and I like it, so it’s time to slow it down. Reluctantly, I stop the magic and break the kiss, my lips tingling with the ghost of his touch.
“Hey,” I say, searching his eyes as I pull back. I’m up and straightening my hair, my shirt, my everything. Wow. I am shooketh.
“Hey,” he whispers, looking at me in a way he’s never done before. I know a lot of people use that phrase to describe moments like this, but trust me: when it happens to you, you’ll know.
Now, I do the unthinkable. I look at my watch, showing him the time. “You need to get back for Duncan, don’t you?”
