Page 27 of Between Never and Forever
Now it’s Levi’s turn to smirk.
Because he’s hard.Bigand hard, from the feel of him.
I can only imagine how ridiculous I must look, stripper frozen mid-lap dance because of a boner, and I only snap out of it when Levi raises a brow in challenge. That eyebrow—the absolute deviousness of it—does more in way of turning me on than any man ever has before.
I tighten my lips to keep from laughing, and my eyes scan his face as I start to move on him again, this time making sure to keep full contact. I roll my hips over him, grinding down on his erection, and his throat contracts with a hard swallow. The way his Adam’s apple bobs makes me breathe faster, but other than that tiny reaction, he gives me nothing else. His pupils are blown wide, and the pulse point in his neck is thrumming so rapidly that I can see it moving, but his hands stay firmly where I placed them, and his body is as immobile as a statue.
In a last-ditch effort to win whatever seemingly one-sided game I’ve gotten myself into, I take my hands off his shoulders and bring them to the straps of my bra. I hook my index fingers around the straps and slide them up and down, making it obvious what I’m intending to do, and the guys around us go nuts. Whistles and cheers and lewd comments are thrown everywhere as I ready to take my top off.
“Savannah.” Levi growls in warning.
I bite my lip and slide the first strap down my arm.
Someone in the crowd shouts something about my tits, and Levi’s eyes leave me for the first time since I started this “dance.” He glares in the direction of the voice, expression threatening and lethal, and when he looks back at me, his jaw is tight for an entirely new reason. He shakes his head once. It’s a jerky, almost violent movement.
“Don’t you dare,” he commands, and a thrill skates down my spine.
I slide the other strap down my arm, and he tightens his fingers at my waist, halting the roll of my hips. His eyes dart from me to my chest, to the people around us, and back. He’s protective and possessive, and it’s really fucking sexy.
I never, ever thought I’d be calling Levi Cooper sexy, but here we are.
I bring my hands to the clasp at the back of my bra.
“Sav,” he snarls, and it’s downright feral.
I unhook the clasp and move to let the bra drop just as Levi wraps his arms around me and slams my body into his chest, shielding me from the crowd.
And then all hell breaks loose.
Someone puts Levi in a headlock—Bobby—and I’m hauled out of his arms by another bouncer. I can tell from the tatted hands that it’s Red.
“Bobby, no!” I shout, squirming out of Red’s hold. “Put medown, Red. Right now!”
Red sets me back on my feet and Bobby loosens his hold on Levi, cocking his head in my direction, and for a minute, I think all’s well, but then Levi has to go and be a dumbass and throws a punch over his shoulder, clocking Bobby right in the cheek.
“Goddamnit, Levi!” I yell as Bobby grabs Levi by the neck and slams him onto the table.
Levi is kicking and bucking like an idiot. Bobby is huge. Why would anyone try to go up against him? Even Levi’s friends have taken giant steps backward away from the scuffle. Some friends they are, letting their buddy get roughed up like this, but I don’t blame them. I wouldn’t want to take on Bobby. Seems Levi didn’t get the memo.
“Just stop fuckin’ fightin’ him!” I stamp my foot in a weak attempt to get his attention. “You wanna get yourself killed?”
“Put your damn top back on,” Levi yells, and it’s a little garbled because of the way his face is smooshed to the tabletop.
I glance down. Looks like I ended up losing my bra after all, and now I’m standing in just a pair of little flower pasties. I plant my hands on my hips and glare at Levi.
“I don’t take orders from you, Levi Cooper.”
“Stop being a brat, Savannah. Put on your fucking top.”
I grin a little at hearing a swear word leave Levi’s mouth. He was always such a pure little square before. I’d swear just to make him uncomfortable, but he just spitfuckinglike it was nothing. Bobby shoves Levi a little harder into the table, and Levi lets out a grunt.
“Your word, Vix,” Bobby says, leaving it up to me what we do with the squirming idiot under his palms. I sigh and roll my eyes.
“Put him in the Pen,” I say with a shake of the head. “I’ll be right there.”
Then I turn and march my half-naked ass back to the dressing room.
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