Page 60 of Tempting Levi
Sparks went off inside her belly and she grabbed his arms, pulling him up, signaling she wanted him to come higher. He was too big to actually move without his help.
He inched up, dragging his body along hers, kissing her chin, her mouth, dipping his tongue inside and mimicking where she hoped this was going.
His mouth trailed to the corner of her lips, and he murmured, “Birth control?”
“Yes, but have you been…?”
“I’m clean.”
And then he was inching inside her. Her body shook, but she was so hot. This shaking had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the man she’d loved in some fashion or another from the moment she’d met him. Only now she didn’t know that young guy anymore. The mature version of Levi was kind, gentle, protective—insanely stubborn—and he was fully seated inside her.
Levi was touching her breasts, kissing her, his body moving in a slow rhythm that had her heart thundering in her chest, sparks of pleasure erupting from where they were connected.
His head lowered near her ear, his breaths sawing in and out. “You feel so good. Too good.” He moved one foot to the ground and reached to touch her center, still thrusting inside her.
And she had the perfect view of just how sexy he was. Broad shoulders and chest down to a flat stomach that had more dips and ridges than she’d seen on anyone. With his large hand touching her, his thick penis surging, she thought she might lose it. Or come.
She tilted her head to the side, biting her lip as a rush of pleasure and convulsions swept over her. A moan erupted from her mouth. She was panting, clinging to him as her orgasm hit.
He pulled her arms above her head and thrust into her over and over. “God, Emily. So good.” He kissed her open-mouthed and demanding, causing residual flutters to erupt from her core.
She felt him swell inside her, and he groaned, his body tensing and shaking with his climax.
After a moment, his breathing slowed and he dropped his head to the side of the bench near hers, his leg still braced on the ground, holding up his weight.
Leaning on his foot, he shifted and carefully sat up, pulling her onto his lap. He wrapped the robe around her. “Remind me to not seduce you on a bench next time.”
She gave him a sidelong look, unsure what he was feeling. “Did you seduce me? I thought I was the seducer. I took off my clothes first, after all.”
“Good point. Remind me to remind you to keep your clothes on until we’re somewhere I can really love your body. This bench had maneuverability issues.”
She pulled her head back so she could see his face better. “There’ll be a next time? I thought you didn’t want this.”
He looked away and closed his eyes. “I’d like for there to be a next time. But I told you…”
No promises,he’d said. Which was beginning to sound like the story of their relationship.
Her throat burned and her stomach turned queasy. Damn him.Damn.She’d known he didn’t want anything serious. She’d been okay with it moments ago…but now it hurt like a bitch. Because making love had opened her heart even more. And he was still reluctant.
She wiggled off his lap, stood, and tightened the robe around her. “I get it.”
He looked up, and it wasn’t a look of happiness. It was of resolution and maybe even fear.
It was stupid to take things this far. He’d made it clear where they stood, and she’d made love to him anyway. Because she’d hoped if he just let himself go, he’d see how right they were for each other.
Only that never worked, and she was smart enough to know it.
“Really, it’s fine.” She tried to smile, but her face felt stiff.
Not knowing what else to do, Emily reached for the door and slipped out, running to the dock where she’d left her clothes and shoes. She ran to the side of the building near the employee entrance and dressed under the cover of night, ignoring Levi’s distant calls to her. Running was a bit like wearing her heart on her sleeve, but she couldn’t stay. Not one minute longer. She retrieved her purse from inside her office and left the building.
She had to let Levi go. Give up the dream. Not the one she’d had at twenty-one, but the one that had built over these last few weeks as she’d gotten to know the real Levi.
And had fallen in love with the man, not the fantasy.
Chapter 26
Emily calledin sick this morning, but Levi hadn’t spoken to her. No, he had to learn it secondhand from the receptionist.
