“So, what do you think?” I swoop a brownie off the plate and hold it out in front of his lips. Levi twitches his brows before taking a quick bite and letting out ascrumptiousmoan.
“I think you make a damn meanbrownie.”
“Great. You can add it to the menu along with my othersuggestions.”
“I don’t know.” His arm swings over my shoulder, and I scoot in until I’m nestled under his wing and we’re both glossing over my new and improved menu for The Sloppy Pelican. “Foie gras, truffle wagyu beef burger, Sevruga caviar bites, asparagus fries, seafood paella?” He rattles off less than half the list. “These sound a little too refined forthebar.”
“That’s your problem. You think of it as a bar. It’s a refined establishment for those looking to graduate from the Black Bear. Look, as soon as I walked in, I fell in love with the atmosphere. Your décor is to die for. But the menu screams dated. I’m warning you, if the blue-haired society gets wind of that early bird dinner menu, you’ll be looking at a sea of gray from here on out. And that whole AARP thing will be a reality. Only this time you’ll be in the pamphlet listed as a top senior hot spot. And you can forgo the band. It will be way too loud for them. On second thought, you can just ask the clientele to turn down their hearing aids uponarrival.”
His chest thumps with a laugh. “You really know how to sock it to a guy where it hurts.” He pinches his eyes closed a moment before turning to face me. “I like it,though.”
“I can hurt you all night long if you want me to.” Wow, nothing screams desperate to get some action than resorting to threats of bodily harm. Oh hell, what’s a little bodily harm between friends—and hopefully, soon-to-belovers.
“Low.” He pulls back an inch, and I pull him rightbackin.
“Don’t youLowme,” I growl it out like a threat. His arm secures over my shoulder, and I soak in every inch of warmth his body is giving me. “It’sPeachestoyou.”
A deep rumble of a laugh percolates in his chest, and he pulls me over his lap. “You don’t know the things you do to me.” His eyes reduce to slits, his expression as somber as can be. “We can’t.” He shakes his head. But I’m not about to protest. Not with wordsanyway.
“We can. We should practice. You know, in the event we need to lock lips in public once again.” I lean in and take in his clean scent, my heart doing its best to jackhammer out of my chest and straight into his. My fingers strum across his cheek, across his lips, and his eyes close as if he were resigned to whatcomesnext.
His dimples dig in deep, no smile, and I can’t take another second longer without this man on me orinme.
“Low,” he whispers, but I silence him with my mouth, and my insides squeeze tight at the feel of his butter soft lipsovermine.
Levi starts in with a slow and lingering kiss, reminiscent of the one we shared earlier at the christening. Then as if he’s been resurrected from the dead, electrocuted back to life, he lands his hand to the back of my head and presses me over him hard and needy. His tongue teases me, begging for me to open for him, and I do. I open wide and hungry as he falls into my mouth, and we’re right back to slow and lingering as our tongues make the proper introduction. Levi tastes like chocolate, like lust and every lewd intention known to man all rolled into one. But mostly, he tastes like he’s mine, as if he were waiting for me all along, like he was meantforme.
And I thinkheis.
