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Not wanting her to get away, I lean into the kiss, our mouths sliding together, her lips soft and full. Tilting my head, my tongue flicks out, licking the seam of her mouth, her taste sweet like the wine she had earlier. She whimpers, her lips parting, just as she falls back on her heels, breaking our kiss. “Come home with me,” I request, desperate to be near her. “We don’t need to do anything, I just want you close.”
“And is doing something off the table?” she asks, fluttering her lashes, her cheeks flushed.
Fuck me. I kiss her hard and tear my mouth away, linking our hands once again. I grin down at her, her eyes sparkling up at me with a tenderness that nearly crushes my heart. “Let’s go.”
Chapter 24
Layla
“Are you hungry?” Levi asks as we walk inside his place.
“Not really. Chloe and I had a bite to eat before book club.”
He grins, turning towards me and gathering me into his arms. “I like your book club. Looks like I have a book to read this month. It sounds sinful.”
My face heats, and I wrap my arms around his waist, burying my face in his chest. Inhaling deeply, I relish his clean, musky scent. “Don’t say that again. It sounds weird coming out of your mouth.”
He chuckles, pressing his lips to the top of my head. “Don’t say what again? Sinful?”
“Yeah, that.” His chest bounces lightly with his quiet laughter, bringing a smile to my face. “Besides, the best books have a good story and we’ve been reading so many with fantastic stories.”
Thankfully, he remains silent and I melt further into him, savoring his warm embrace. Unfortunately, his earlier confession continues to slap me in the face. I thought my father was an asshole,but Levi’s dad takes it to a whole different level and it breaks my heart. Guilt weighs on me for bringing it up, no matter how much he insists not to worry.
“You okay?” he prods, gently squeezing my side.
Lifting my head, I stare at him. “You shouldn’t be the one asking me if I’m okay, Levi.”
“It can go both ways.”
“Are you okay?” I echo.
“Yes. I’m happy to be here with you.” A lump forms in my throat and I give him a sad smile. Groaning, he pleads, “You have to stop with the looks, Layla. I’m fine. I promise. It was a long time ago.”
“Sorry. I’m trying. Maybe I should take you up on that movie to redirect the mood.”
“Or maybe we can make out like teenagers. That sure as hell will work with me.” He smirks, his suggestion going straight to my core, heat pooling low in my belly.
“I like that idea,” I reply, suddenly breathless.
Loosening his hold, he inches his hands up my sides. Weaving his fingers into my hair, he cradles my face in his hands. Staring into my eyes, his own melt into liquid gold. “You’re so beautiful, Layla,” he murmurs, reverent, causing my heart to leap. His lips brush mine in a whisper of a kiss. “Tell me if it’s too much or too fast,” he insists, his voice low and rough.
Not able to speak a response, I nod.
Agonizingly slow, he lowers his head towards mine, tilting it slightly before our lips touch in a tender kiss, igniting a bolt of electricity to travel throughout my body. A breathy sigh escapes and I pull him tighter. Our mouths move in tandem, unhurried, and sensual.
Breaking our kiss, his eyes roam my face, searching, his lookintense and heated. His arms lower, slipping around my back. Holding my gaze, he stalks towards me, forcing me to walk backwards. The back of my feet hit something and he lowers me down onto the velvety couch cushions, leaning his body partially on the couch and the rest of him pressed up against me from head to toe, his hard length, firm against my stomach.
Levi’s face falls into my neck and he inhales deeply, his tongue jutting out and licking a path up to my ear. He groans, sucking my lobe into his mouth, his teeth grazing my skin and then releasing it, eliciting an uncontrolled whimper.
“Levi,” I pant, unsure what I’m asking.
Trailing his mouth along my jaw, his lips soon find mine and I tug him impossibly closer, kissing him hard, desperate. My lips part and his tongue slips inside, intertwining with mine. Licking, twisting, his sweet taste fills my senses. I moan into his mouth, wanting more.
Every inch of me prickles with awareness. My hands skim over his hard chest and up the ridges of his back. Sealing my mouth to his, I easily get lost in his kiss. Every move, and gentle touch, every lick, and tantalizing suck, everything about him and all he does sets me ablaze.
Breaking apart, we catch our breath, his forehead falling to mine. “The couch probably wasn’t the best idea,” pausing, he shifts, “just the closest.” He chuckles, but he doesn’t sound genuine.
My brows furrow. “What’s wrong?” I ask, and I gasp the moment the words leave my mouth, my brown orbs widening as realization hits me. “Your arm. Oh, my gosh, Levi. Are you all right?” I stammer, gently nudging him up.
