Page 32 of Blind Date with a #FORMERPLAYER
“Yes, they are. Those things,everythingabout you is special Layla because you don’t compare to anyone else I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He presses a soft kiss to my jaw. “But I’m happy to give you more.”
Gently, his tongue flicks out, licking a spot behind my ear, eliciting a soft moan. “Yes, please.”
“I’ve never seen eyes so bright, and full of emotion, so expressive. I tried to block it out, but I couldn’t. Even when I thought you were using me, I didn’t want to walk away.”
“You didn’t. I did.”
Leaning back, he looks into my eyes. “Which gives me another list of reasons I want you to stay. You don’t put up with bullshit, you have a kind heart, and you mean what you say.”
“A lot of people do,” I interrupt.
“Not with me. But you know my world intimately and it doesn’t matter to you. You’re smart and stand your ground. You fight for what you want and what you believe in and that’s part of what makes you absolutely stunning. Sure, you can be quiet, but you’re fierce and letting you go could be deadly for me. You’re not just the woman I want, you’re exactly what I need. I want you, Layla. Every piece of you. Claws, fur, and all,” he claims.
Before I can respond, his mouth drops, sealing his lips over mine. A soft moan escapes as I melt into him. His hands slide up my sides and cups my face, holding me to him. Moving together soft and slow, but also firm and unrelenting, I kiss himback. My hands snake into his hair and I gently haul him towards me when his tongue slips inside, tangling with mine.
One hand glides down my neck and side, landing on my thigh once again. His thumb rubs slow circles on my skin, inching up my leg. My breathing picks up its pace and I kiss him harder, almost frantic before my head falls back desperate for breath. His lips drop to my collarbone, licking, nibbling, sucking.
“I love the red against your skin,” he mumbles, kissing me again.
Careful of his shoulder, my hands glide down, digging into his back. “My panties match,” I reveal breathlessly.
“Fuck me,” he mutters, his fingers crawling further up the inside of my thigh, my statement, his permission.
“Kiss me,” I beg. His mouth finds mine once again, devouring me. His fingers sweep over my panties, enflaming my already burning core making me moan into his mouth.
The sound of a door opening and closing, followed by his aunt calling, “Levi? Are you here?”
Levi freezes and I launch myself off the kitchen counter, slipping between him and the granite with a yelp. He chuckles and answers, “We will be right out, Aunt Miranda.”
Running my hands through my hair and over my dress, I spin around frantically as if I left something on the ground, but apparently it’s only my dignity. “I’m so sorry.”
“There’s nothing to apologize for. Relax,” he insists, pressing a kiss to my forehead. Linking our fingers, he guides me out to the living room.
His aunt’s eyes widen when she sees me. “Oh, I’m so sorry to interrupt.”
“Layla and I were just cleaning up dinner,” he explains, grinning.
“Um, yeah.” Flushed, I rush to escape, yanking my hand away. “I’m sorry, but I have to get going. Thank you for dinner, Levi.”
“Let me walk you home.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to,” he insists.
“Okay.” I agree. “It was good to see you Mrs. Brennan.”
“Please, call me Miranda.” I nod in affirmation. “And I’ll see you at book club.”
“Oh, yes. I’ll be there.”
I rush out the door with Levi close behind. He easily catches me just as the back gate closes, his arm falling over my shoulders and tugging me close. “You’re in a rush to get out of there.”
“I’m mortified,” I emphasize, the heat rushing to my face once again.
Chuckling, he reminds me, “She was one of the women who set us up and we are more than old enough to be kissing.”
“I know, but…” I scrunch my nose up and he laughs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
