I was going to defy my father, and I was going to have sex with the hottest, most intriguing man I’d ever met. And nothing was going to stop me.
Levi’s car waited across the street, low and black and gleaming in the streetlight’s faint glow. The barest glimpse of a limo parked in the no-parking zone in front of the bar entrance had me ducking my head, a low sigh of relief leaving me as I settled into the passenger seat of Levi’s vehicle. The door closed with a solidclick, and then he was rounding the back to take his place behind the wheel. The growl of the engine rumbled through me, beneath me, vibrating things already sensitive to sensation. I fought the urge to squirm in my seat, barely managing to stay still despite years of practice at controlling myself in public, never moving the wrong way or saying the wrong thing. I couldn’t control the need to reach out, though, and lay my hand on Levi’s thigh, absorbing his heat and strength through the denim, feeling the play of his heavy muscles beneath my touch. What would they feel like when he was pushing inside me?
My fingers clenched against him.
Levi shifted the car into the next gear, then settled his hand over mine, threaded his fingers between mine. I focused there as he navigated through the dark city streets, trusting him to take us where we needed to go. I’d never had a hook-up before. What did I know about places to have sex? But Levi knew; in too few minutes he pulled the car into a crowded hotel parking lot.
Levi parked. I couldn’t decide where to look—at those looming glass doors leading to the lobby, the man taking up so much space next to me that I could barely breathe, the dark street that offered anonymous escape. I deliberately turned away from that last option. I didn’t want escape, no matter how nervous I was. And yet…
“Hey.”
Levi cupped my chin, tilting my head until his gaze trapped mine. “Okay?”
“Yeah.” Hopefully the darkness hid the shakiness of my smile. “It’s just…umm…”
A glint of amusement lit his eyes. My cheeks heated. “Not used to the walk of shame?”
“Something like that.”
“Don’t worry.” He stroked my flushed skin, his gaze following the movement as if fascinated. “I’ll take care of you.”
The deep timbre of his voice shivered through me, his words wrapping me in silken threads as unbreakable as the thickest, strongest rope. “I know. I trust you.”
Did I? Maybe the words were automatic, what you were supposed to say when you were planning to sleep with the man you said them to. Tomorrow they wouldn’t matter, but I didn’t want to think about tomorrow, so I reached for the door latch.
“Wait, let me.” He was out of the car and around to my side before I could draw a full breath.
Inside, the clerk barely glanced up while he assigned us a room, sparing me the embarrassment of having to meet his eyes. Levi guided me to the elevator with a hand at my back. His heat both steadied me and made something deep in my core clench with excitement. I stepped through the sliding doors and turned at the back of the elevator, but he stopped just inside, reached for the button to our floor, and pushed, all without taking his heavy-lidded gaze from my face.
How could a glance make me feel so vulnerable? I wanted to cross my arms over my chest and squeeze down, protect myself—from what, I didn’t know, because I also wanted to spread my arms wide and let Levi crawl inside me.
“Abby.”
Two syllables. So little, just my name, but that was all it took for my nipples to throb and a warm melting to suffuse my most feminine parts. And then he surged toward me, his big body pinning me to the back of the elevator, his mouth hard and demanding on mine.
Thedingof our arrival barely registered through the roaring in my ears.
I chased his lips as they left mine. Levi was all electric heat and searing pleasure, and I wanted more, as much as I could get. Everything he had to give. I wouldn’t deny myself anything, not tonight. I didn’t hesitate as he gripped my hand tight and dragged me from the elevator. I caught a desperate glance at the key card, the door numbers, and then we were at the end of the hall, last door on the right. He fumbled the entry, a fact that told me he was just as anxious as I was. We’d started stripping each other before the door clicked shut.
“Abby, Jesus.” He frowned down at the lace corselet I wore under my silk shirt. The lingerie made me feel pretty, but Levi was focused on the intricate lacing holding the front together.
I laughed. “It zips.”
“Well turn around, for fuck’s sake.”
Another laugh as I obeyed. Cool air rushed over my skin when the sides of the corselet opened over my spine. Goose bumps rose. I held the front against me for a moment, struggling with that last little shred of timidity, and then I dropped the cloth. Levi swore as he stepped close, his heat covering my back.
“Look up.”
I did—and wow. The wall I faced wasn’t a wall at all, but a mirror. I zeroed in on Levi immediately. His hungry eyes devoured the sight of my bare breasts as he crowded closer. My hands came up automatically to rest on the cool surface; my nipples slid against the mirror, tingled at the chill until Levi cupped them from behind.
My head fell back. “Levi!”
The scruff on his chin abraded the sensitive skin of my neck. He bit down lightly, forcing me to acquiesce as he fondled my breasts, pinching the tips, rolling them, pulling. Cries escaped me, the begging and screaming and squirming out of my control as he pleasured me, pleased himself. And that made it all the hotter, the fact that I couldn’t escape, could only accept what he chose to give me, his shadowed gaze taking it all in as the mirror reflected back my torment and titillation.
If this was what foreplay was like with him, how the hell would I survive sex?
When his fingers left them, my nipples were hot enough that the cool surface of the mirror felt like ice, but I wasn’t shivering from cold. No, it was pleasure that shook me as I watched him watch me, felt the trace of his hands down my stomach, my hips, around to the clasp of my skirt. He bared my body while I examined his behind me, the sight of gleaming olive skin decorated with a wash of vibrant tattoos turning me on almost as much as his touch. The ink began just below his collarbone, a sea of blacks and blues and reds that highlighted the masculine hills and valleys of his torso and shoulders. My fingers itched to trace every line, although maybe I’d use my tongue. Or maybe both.
Levi was beautiful in a brutal way, and the darkness of his gray eyes in the midst of his passion gave him a deadly edge that only added to his appeal. I wanted him inside me, wanted him to take me now, immediately. The damp heat between my legs said I was ready even if I had no actual experience with the physical act—preliminary contractions rocked my pelvis just from his look as my skirt drifted down my legs, leaving my lace garter belt and thigh highs bare to his view. What he zeroed in on, though, was the sight of my soft auburn curls framed by the delicate lace and garters. An animal growl escaped him, rumbling along my spine.
I don’t mind vibrators, but that’s not exactly what I had in mind.
I slammed the door shut on the reminder of my father’s demands and moaned my dismay as Levi stepped back. “No. What—”
One thick arm wrapped around my belly, the other beneath my knees, and then I was in the air. Levi carried me across to the bed, proving he hadn’t lied earlier. He dropped me onto the mattress with a little grunt, tugged my boots off and tossed them one at a time over his shoulder, then dropped his hands to his belt buckle. “I can’t wait, Abby.”
“I don’t want you to.”
