Page 48 of Havoc
My gaze drops to the hourglass on his finger. A truth in a sea of lies we’ve been telling ourselves. One I’m tired of resisting, at least for tonight. Which is why I find myself lifting my hands and brushing them over his cut. Feeling the weight of the leather under my fingers. That impenetrable wall that’s always existed between us.
All it takes is my stare meeting his. The slightest lift of my toes. And Levi’s lips crash to mine.
His tattooed fingers curl into my hair, and he pulls me closer. Our bodies are flush.
Him, all hard planes of muscle.
Me, barely holding on.
His calloused palms skate down my arms, along my back, until he’s brushing his hands under my thighs and lifting me up.
But he doesn’t aim for the bed as I wrap my body around him. He spins, slamming my back against the wall. A picture frame rattles, but he doesn’t break the kiss, claiming me deeper.
How did I spend so long resisting this?
Our tongues dance like they’ve found where they belong. His lips steal the air from my lungs, and I offer my breath like my life on an altar.
Levi drives his hips against me, and I’m clawing. At his cut, his neck, the stubble on his jaw. I’ve never needed to feel someone’s touch like I need his.
Not feel—consume.
I was right. There’s no coming back from Levi Colson.
He kisses a path down my jaw, along my throat. I’m drowning, gasping for air as my head hits the wall behind me.
“Fuck, Aimee.” He nips at my collarbone. “You make me a very desperate man.”
“How desperate?” I roll my hips against his, and he presses against me harder.
His cock firmly grinds between my legs as my eyes roll back. And I haven’t even felt him in the flesh yet.
“Careful.” Levi bites my lower lip, looking me straight in the eyes when I roll my center against him again. “I’ve needed you for most of my life. You keep doing that, and I might show you just how much that is.”
I hum as he kisses my jaw. “So you’re saying don’t dothis?”
Sliding my hand down, I shove it between where we meet and grab his cock through his jeans.
Levi is even larger than I could have imagined. He’s going to be a lot to handle.
“My firecracker.” He grabs my wrist, shoving it over my head and pinning it to the wall. “Always something sassy coming out of this beautiful mouth. It’s going to get you in trouble.”
He leans in, flattening his tongue on my neck, licking up it.
Holy hell, I’m going to lose my mind for this man.
“Oh yeah?” I roll my hips again. “Are you going to make me behave, Levi?”
He growls, setting me on my feet and spinning me to face the wall. “You want to run that mouth, Aimee? Fine. Let’s hear you beg.”
I’ve always known Levi likes control, but I never considered how that would play out in this scenario. Not until he flattens my palms against the wall and whispers in my ear, “These stay here.”
Then he’s dropping to his knees behind me, stripping me of my jeans. And just when I’m about to look back to see what he’s doing, he pulls my hips back, and his mouth dives in to feast.
He buries his tongue inside me, and I shudder. My hands slide down the wall as I bend farther, accept him deeper. Levi’s strong hand grips one leg, lifting it so he has better access, and I’m balancing on one leg.
But he holds me there. Holds me up with his strength while he kisses me between the legs, and I’m on the verge of coming apart. Until my knee buckles and his hands are all that keep me from falling to the floor.
I’m about to soar over that cliff of release when he pulls back, and I thump my forehead against the wall. “Asshole.”
