Page 49 of Between Never and Forever
He rests his head on the car seat, then looks at me. His expression is serious enough that my smile slips a little. I lock eyes with him and wait.
“You’re good enough to be something big,” he says slowly, his voice full of emotion. “I can feel it. You, with your electric guitar and your raspy voice—you’ve got star power. Just don’t forget all about me when it happens, okay?”
I nod and swallow back a lump in my throat, my tongue suddenly tied and heavy. I bump my leg into his and give him a small smile.
“I could never.”
The minute the words leave my mouth, Levi’s grin grows until it’s stretched over his face, and for a few seconds in the back of this car, he looks just like the boy I left behind.
We sit in comfortable silence the rest of the drive, and when we’re pulling up to my house, my head is resting on his shoulder and my hand is clasped in his. He slides out of the car first, then holds out a hand to help me. I let us into the house using my key and we walk to my bedroom. The house is quiet because my roommate is probably staying at her boyfriend’s place. It’s so quiet that I wonder if Levi can hear how fast and hard my heart is pounding.
He turns to me awkwardly and leans on the doorframe to my room.
“Well, what did you want to do?” He glances at the watch on his wrist. “It’s pretty late, and I’m leaving with the guys tomorrow afternoon, so maybe you and I can—”
“It’s tomorrow,” I blurt, cutting him off. He looks at me quizzically as I lick my lips and try again, more softly this time. “It’s tomorrow...and I still want you.”
The moment what I’m saying registers in his head, the confusion is erased. His jaw tenses, and he swallows hard. His eyes burn on my skin as I walk slowly toward him.
“Savannah,” he warns, whispered low and full of need.
I stop in front of him, six inches apart, and look up into his handsome face. I take my fingers and run them over his lips, and his eyes flutter shut as he sucks in a shuddering breath.
“It’s tomorrow, and I still want you.”
His eyes fly open, and he searches my face, the lingering disbelief making my mouth turn up into a smirk. I’ve said it twice, and he’s still surprised.
“Ask me,” I tease, and I know the minute he understands.
He takes one hand and places it on my hip, then cups his other hand around my neck so his fingers thread into the hair at my nape and his thumb caresses my jaw. I bite my lip, shivering a bit at his touch.
“Savannah. Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.”
His lips are on mine in an instant, soft and tentative at first, then harder and more urgent. I open for him, inviting him in, and I moan when he once again tastes like citrus and whiskey. It makes the memories from last night—the kissing and touching—more real, and I revel in it. I fist my hands in his shirt and pull him into me, then pull him with me as I walk backward toward my mattress.
I’m a hurried, fumbling mess. Feeling everything everywhere. I tug at his shirt, and he leans back just enough to pull it over his head and toss it on the floor. Then he makes sure mine follows. My torn and cropped AC/DC t-shirt already exposed my stomach and flashed by red bra, but Levi still presses hot kisses to my collarbone as if it’s a new discovery.
I put my hands on the waistband of his shorts, and a low groan rumbles in his chest as I undo the button. Slowly, with his forehead pressed to mine and his rapid breaths ghosting over my lips, I push his shorts over the curve of his ass and down his thighs until I hear them drop on the floor at his feet. Then I take his hands, drag them down my heated skin, and place them on the band of my pants.
“Are you sure?” His question is whispered, and he lifts his eyes just enough so he can peer into mine. “We don’t have to.”
God, the way my heart squeezes at his words. At his concern and care for me. No one hasevercared about me the way Levi did.Does. The way Levidoes. I force a smirk to hide just how emotionally wrecked I am.
“Just take off my pants, Leviticus.”
He huffs a laugh, then does as I say. He slips his thumbs into the band of my skin-tight distressed jeans, and carefully shimmies them down over my ass. When he gets my jeans to mid-thigh, I have to take over or risk toppling backward. I stifle a squeak as I struggle, and when I finally get the pants to my ankles and kick them to the side of the room, I’m heated through with embarrassment.
“Talk about sexy,” I groan jokingly, but when I meet Levi’s face once more, the sarcasm dies on my tongue.
He’s staring, devouring every inch of my body with his eyes, and then I turn red for a different reason.
Men look at me lustfully all the time. It’s quite literally my job. I dance and get half naked while they watch. I don’t care about their opinions. I don’t care how they see me. But with Levi? It’s an entirely different experience. I care how he sees me. I always have. And the way he’s looking at me right now?
It’s completely and utterly reverent.
Spurred on by his reaction, I undo the front clasp on my red bra and let it fall to the ground. The breath he sucks in goes straight to my toes. My clit throbs. My nipples harden the longer he stares, to the point that it’s almost painful. I need to be touched.
