Page 11 of Levi
I follow her line of sight and immediately clue in.
Dear God.
Her match is a tower––nearly twice her size. Tattoos run up his neck and shaven skull, and down his hands. If his considerable height, thick neck, massive hands and feet are any clue, his cock must rival that of a horse. The top four buttons of his purple shirt are open, exposing an impressive eight-pack. The man’s biceps are like tree trunks. So are his powerful thighs.
Clearly, he works out. A lot.
Syd looks at me. Her eyes are so wide, they take over her face. She blinks a few times before moving her bewildered gaze to her match.
There’s no two ways about it, the man looks threatening.
The beast flashes Sydney a telling grin that sends chills downmyspine.
She actually shudders.
Forget about ruining her pussy, he’s going to destroy her.
Here goes nothing.
Armed with fake courage, I hold my card up and turn in a three hundred-sixty-degree circle, looking for my match, all the while saying a little prayer.
I stop dead in my tracks, jaw dropped. My heart lurches when my eyes land on a lime green card that’s an exact replica of mine.
Hail Mary full of Grace.
Yes!
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
Recognition—and satisfaction—shines bright in Ignatius’s blue eyes before he flashes me a blinding smile.
Of course the man has perfect white teeth.
His smile is actually killer and I’m the lucky girl on the receiving end of it.
He stalks towards me.
I do a happy dance inside, but maintain a cool exterior.
A sexy salsa beat seeps through the speakers, starting to count down.
Rumbling murmurs and footsteps indicate unhappy campers are buzzing about in their search for the perfect match.
My eyes don’t waver from his—myperfect match.
He stares at me, his devastating blue eyes unblinking.
I swear an electrical current charges the sliver of space between us.
How I manage not to melt in a pool of lust under the intensity of his gaze, I’ll never know.
“Time’s up!” the MC calls out. “You either found a more suited match or you’ll sit it out for the evening.”
I glance quickly over my shoulder in my attempt to locate Sydney. I can’t find her anywhere. She must’ve moved deeper into the crowd.
Shit.
“Your best friend is in good hands,” Ignatius tells me as if he could read my mind. My worried eyes meet his. “Trust me. I know her match.”
