Page 57 of Get Lost with You
He startled awake, his fingers pressing into her arm. “Did I fall asleep?”
She smiled against his skin. “Yes.”
“Sorry,” he said, brushing a sleepy kiss over the crown of her head.
Oh yeah. I like this Jilly and the life she’s living right this second.
Levi turned on his side, trailed his fingers up the center of her body. “Should we head back?”
No part of her wanted to. “If we do, we’ll have to sneak into the lodge and into separate bedrooms.”
“Or the same one, since we’re sneaking anyway.” He played with the wayward tendrils of her hair. She was sure it looked completely tousled in a way she wouldn’t want to explain if Gray caught her sneaking in.
“How about we just stay here and set an alarm? We’ll sneak back before anyone wakes up.”
Shifting herself into a seated position, she looked around for her phone. When she realized that she’d left it in the kitchen, she turned to tell him, but he was pushed up on one elbow, grinning at her like a Cheshire cat. A mischievous one.
“Phone in the kitchen? Jump out of bed and grab it,” he said, tugging on the blanket she kept held around her.
Jillian gripped the blanket tighter, schooled her features. “A gentlemanly thing to do would be foryouto go get it.”
He pushed up so he was sitting too, his side of the blanket dipping low enough to distract her. With a finger under her chin, he lifted it so their gazes met.
“There’s nothing gentlemanly about the things I want to do with you,” he said, yanking her close for a kiss that scrambled her senses, her pulse, and her thoughts.
He pulled away just as suddenly, a wide grin on his gorgeous face. “I’ll grab your phone. Any chance there’s some water in that fridge out there?”
Placing a hand on her chest, she nodded. That kiss had stolen her ability to speak. Which, if his laugh was any indication, he was all too aware of. And quite honestly, she was happy to sit there in her lust-hazed stupor while Levi—wearing absolutely nothing—rolled out of the bed and walked out the bedroom door.
He came back showing not one hint of shyness and passed her her phone. No texts. She wasn’t being missed. Once she set the alarm, while he stood beside her guzzling half the water, she set it on the nightstand. Levi passed her the rest of the water. Taking a long drink, she put it down beside her phone, then dropped the blanket and went up on her knees, locking her arms around his neck.
He wasted no time returning her touch, with his hands and his mouth. As they fell back into the bed, lost in each other, he whispered sweet, seductive, and wonderful words in her ear.
As the moonlight shimmered through the blinds, Jillian tucked every word, every sigh, and every caress in her memory and her heart and forgot about absolutely everything else. Levi Bright was magic.
Twenty-eight
Jillian couldn’t remember the last time she’d had too much to drink and paid the price the next day. But sitting at the table this morning, after sneaking back to the lodge before the sun even considered rising, she was pretty sure functioning on very little sleep as a thirty-year-old was something akin to a hangover.
As she sipped her coffee, the memory of Levi’s kisses kept flashing like the greatest slideshow ever through her brain.
The scent of waffles and pancakes made her stomach growl. The kids were noisily chattering about their sleep and who had heard bears. Jilly laughed when Ollie looked at her and shook her head like a mini adult entertaining her peers’ tall tales. Fortunately, she’d snuck back early enough to change, get ready, and set up the activities for the day.
Parents started rolling in, looking bleary-eyed and in need of coffee. Jilly smirked against the rim of her mug, knowing that even though she was tired, it had been so worth it. The kids talked back and forth over the table about what they were doing today.
“Morning, Jilly,” Zane said. “How’d you sleep?”
Grayson followed behind him, took a seat at the table, and arched one brow. “I think a better question would be,didyou sleep?”
Looking at Zane instead of her brother, she smiled. “I slept well, thank you. How about you?”
Zane laughed. “I think there’s actually an age where sleeping on the ground just isn’t fun anymore.”
“What age is that, Dad?” Christopher asked.
Zane ruffled his son’s hair. “Mine, apparently.”
The six kids helping Levi that morning pushed out a rolling tray with an incredible assortment of breakfast options. Waffles, pancakes, berries, muffins, granola, and yogurt. They set it on the table and kids began helping themselves. The adults dug in as well.
