Page 54 of Blind Date with a #FORMERPLAYER
With popcorn, chocolate and drinks in hand, we make our way into the darkened theater, filled with red velvet seats and matching curtains framing the big screen at the front of the room. On each side of the screen, at the second level, a rounded box sits, overlooking the theater. They usually remain empty here and are only used for special guests or specific occasions, but Levi leads me directly to the one on the right. Unhooking the rope, he holds his arm out for me, gesturing for me to go first.
Quirking my brow, I ask, “Let me guess, you rented this too?”
He chuckles. “No, but I’m hoping the tip I just gave the usher will keep him from kicking us out.”
I giggle, sitting down in one of the sparse seats, half the floor barren. “You’re something else, Levi Brennan.”
Sitting down next to me, he probes, “You just full-named me. Hopefully that’s a good thing.”
“With you it seems to be.” Grinning, I press my lips to his, and move away as the movie starts.
Levi’s hand falls to my knee, lightly tracing patterns on my bare skin. Within five minutes, someone is already dead and I don’t remember how it happened, my focus solely on the gentle touch of Levi’s fingers, slowly inching up my hemline.
Tingles spread across my skin like wildfire. “Levi,” I say his name in warning.
Leaning in, I feel his heated breath on my neck, eliciting goosebumps. “I’ll stop if you want me to, but there are so many things I want to do to you in this dress and I’m fighting to keep my hands to myself. It’s killing me to wait almost a second more to touch you.” I gasp, my entire body suddenly burning with desire. My breathing picks up its pace, but I’m afraid to move and break the moment. “No one can see you, the wall blocks you from your shoulders down.”
“Are you sure?”
“I wouldn’t take a chance with you,” he claims, staring into my eyes.
“Okay.”
With my whispered response, he brings my hand to his mouth and kisses my palm. Dropping it back to my lap, he slides his hand away from mine and drags his hand back to my knee. Slipping underneath the hem of my dress. He trails his fingers up the inside of my thigh, my breath catching in my throat. “Press your face into my chest or my neck when it’s too much, and if you need me to stop, tell me,” he instructs. Nibbling my lower lip in anticipation, I nod in response.
“I need to hear your answer.”
“Okay.”
“Good girl.”
His whispered words of recognition send a thrill of excitement through my body, followed swiftly by his tender touch making me jump. Grasping my thigh, he holds me in place, my breath releasing along with his grip. Inching his fingers upwards, he skims the seam of my panties. Sliding them underneath the elastic, he releases a harsh exhale the moment he comes into contact with my wet folds. “You’re soaked,” he rasps, his own body stiffening.
Sucking my lower lip between my teeth, I bite down, holding back the sounds suddenly desperate to escape.
Readjusting, his knuckles run over my seam before he slips one finger inside me. Gliding it back to my clit, he circles it, once, twice, and repeats the move with two fingers, curling them inside me, pulling back and sliding it around three times. He pinches my clit, rolling it between his fingers, my insides burning.
I squirm, squeezing my eyes shut and burying my face in his chest, but it only gives him better access. His fingers work harder and faster, adding pressure with his thumb. My core burns and my insides swell, every touch, every move igniting me. Tremors of electricity shoot through me like I’m on a live wire, desperate to be extinguished, and eager for relief.
“It’s okay, Layla,” he whispers just above my hear, his breath hot and heavy, as if giving me permission. “Let go for me.”
Screams ricochet around the theater, jolting me and pushing me to the edge ready to jump. His thumb presses firmly against my clit, and I fall, shattering around him. His fingers work their way in and out of my pussy as my walls squeeze him over and over again. With a harsh exhale, my body sags against him, spent.
He kisses the top of my head and carefully eases his hand out from under my skirt. Lifting my head, I glance at him, his heated gaze running over me. I lean on his shoulder, watching when he bends his arm, lifting his hand to his lips. Inhaling deeply, he traces his lips with my juices, his tongue jutting out and licking them clean. “Mm. Damn, I can’t wait to really taste you.”
The softest whimper escapes. I want that. I’m so ready for more with him. “Can we order in?” I ask, breathless. A chuckle of agreement falls from his lips, a salacious grin in place.
Chapter 28
Levi
“Mm. Those tacos were absolutely delicious. Thank you,” Layla says, licking her lips, making me want to take a bite of her.
Clearing my throat, I stand, saying, “You’re welcome.” Leaning down, I give her a chaste kiss, but it’s not nearly enough. Grabbing our plates, I carry them into the kitchen to clean up, not able to sit still.
Layla follows me, leaning her elbows against the counter and pushing up her cleavage. Fuck. “Want some help?” she asks.
“No, thanks. I got it.” I focus on rinsing the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher. At the moment that’s all I can handle. Layla my sole focus.
