Page 15 of Forbidden Match

“Ah, fuck it,” he says, closing his eyes. “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted. There was no denying it after last year. And believe me, I’ve been trying to deny it since high school.”

“Don’t tease me,” I say desperately. “Not about this.”

But he’s never once been cruel. Gruff maybe, but never, ever cruel. His sapphire eyes tell me he’s completely serious.

“How do you think I got here?” he asks. “Or how do you think we got matched? I won that stupid prize from the sandwich shop, but tossed it. The moment I saw you take your ticket back, I went and dug through the trash and answered every question on that survey so that Madame Amour would see what I’ve seen for years. That we’re meant to be together.”

I lean my cheek into his palm, unable to stop my heart from beating against my ribs or the shortness of my breath. “You reallydidwant to kiss me out there,” I whisper.

He laughs, a quick bark. “Oh, baby, I’ve been wanting to kiss you for years.”

Before I can beg him to do it, his lips crash against mine. His fingers tighten in my hair as his free hand slides around my waist to drag me into his lap. I part my lips in a gasp, sighing when his tongue dips between them. I’ve known his woodsy scent for years, but I’ve never had the source so close, and never like this. Straddled on his lap on the dining chair, I press my hands against his chest, digging into the hard muscle beneath his flannel shirt.

Is this really happening? Ever since we got matched up, things have been just like one of the many dreams I’ve had over the years. Levi murmurs my name in a low, husky voice, a tone I’ve never heard him use before.

It’s just for me. This is real.

I breathe him in as he settles me closer on his lap, his hard bulge pulsing against my yearning flesh. God, I don’t even know what I need right now, but the need is urgent and only Levi can help me with it.

“What’s happening?” I say as my head falls back. His tongue drags down my throat as his hands move up my sides. His thumbs graze the bottom of my breasts and I gasp.

“Should we stop?” he asks, his breath hot against my neck.

I grip him tighter and wriggle in his lap, my dress inching further up my thighs. “Don’t you dare,” I warn.

The laughter so close to my ear makes me melt against him. He holds me so tightly that our bodies are flush together as he kisses me senseless. I have to have more, so much more, and soon I’m whining into his mouth.

He leans back, and the smile on his face makes me start eagerly unbuttoning his shirt. I haven’t seen the firm muscles underneath it since last summer when we all went to the lake for a picnic during some rare downtime. Now his hard chest is just for me to see. As soon as I get his shirt pushed down his shoulders, I run my hands up and down his warm skin.

With a low growl, he stands up, half carrying me as he walks us toward the bedroom of the suite. His lips work their way down to my collarbone where he pauses to tug my sweater aside.

“Hell, Molly, I can’t get enough of you.”

I shove away from him to give myself room and with a rare burst of confidence, I reach down to grab the hem of my dress and sweep it up over my head, and toss it aside. The room is warm but I shiver as I stand there before him in nothing but my braand panties. His blue eyes turn almost black with need as he takes me in before finally reaching for my waist.

“You’re gorgeous,” he rasps at me.

I don’t bother reminding him he’s seen me in bathing suits a hundred times. We both know this is different.

I watch as his eyes move all over me along with his hands. I dart a peek downward, curious. With a gulp, I reach for the hard bulge straining against the front of his jeans. When I press my palm against it, he groans and cups each of my breasts with his big hands.

“I think you need to be wearing less, too,” I say, pulling on the button and then the zipper.

With a pained look, he takes his hands off of me just long enough to get out of his jeans, then shrugs off his shirt. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull myself close so that I can feel every hot inch of him blazing against my own skin.

“You’re burning up,” he says, tangling his fingers into my hair so that I have to look up at him.

“All because of you,” I tell him just as his tongue invades my mouth.

His arm locks around me as he lifts me off my feet to keep getting us closer to the bed. I’m not sure I can make it ten more feet but I hold on as tight as I can. Every pore of my skin is screaming for his touch and my blood is racing in my veins.

Next, he tosses me onto the big bed and I sink into the dozens of pillows. With his trademark smirk, he looks me over. Just as I’m about to reach for him, he drops to his knees at the edge of the bed. His hands lock onto my thighs, and he pulls me towardhim, draping my legs across his shoulders. My back arches and I shudder when he nuzzles me through my soaked panties.

“I’ve been wanting to taste you for a long time, Mol,” he says, nudging at the elastic band around my leg until I’m exposed to him. “Tell me you’ve thought about it, too.”

“You have no idea,” I say, my muscles tightening at the first sweep of his tongue across my swollen, aching nub.

He licks me like I’m his favorite ice cream flavor then looks up at me with lust-filled eyes. I can barely focus as I run my fingers through his soft, golden hair.

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