And just like that, I have a tiny little orgasm in my newboyfriend’sarms.
Levi speeds us to his bedroom—the forbidden zone that I’ve yet to venture to—sans the first day when I stomped in angrily, but I was too pissed off to fully appreciate it—and for a second I admire its girth and width, the size of his bed alone looks twice the size of a king. He lands me softly onto the mattress and falls over me onto his elbows, his warm breath heats overmyface.
“Youwantthis?”
A dull thump rides through me at the thought. As if it were ever aquestion.
“I’ve wanted this from the moment I first laid eyes on you.” I bite down hard over my lip and nearly ruin the moment with a spurt of blood. “But I’m glad that we waited. I don’t mean to make myself sound like a skank, but I gladly would have jumped your bones on the way home from the precinct that night. In a way, I’m glad the fear of Raven—the fear of my own hellion of a sister”—I can’t help but giggle when I call Lisa a hellion because she so is, but I totally mean that in a loving way—“stepped in and saved me from almost missing out on what’s going to be the best night ofmylife.”
His heavy lids come shy of closing as his lips twitch just this side of a smile at the thought. Levi looks stoned, lost in the most primal need, and I’m going to make sure that his need gets met night after night bymeonly.
He groans softly. “Your sister still thinks I’manass.”
“She’ll straighten out once she sees the light.” I give a guilty shrug. “LikeIdid.”
Levi gets that glint in his eyes that assures me of things to come—namelyme.
“Do you like it slow?” he growls it out as if the thought were already testing hispatience.
“I’ll take it any way you’re willing togiveit.”
“Good. It’s going to be fast, and it’s going to be hard,” he says it like a fact. “It might even hurt.” He takes a bite out of my neck as if to prove a point, but the last thing I do is protest. “But most likely it will be everything in between.” His teeth graze along my shoulder, and I let out atinycry.
Levi’s mouth falls over mine, hungry as his tongue probes me with an urgency met with my own. We’re off to the races, our limbs already intertwined, his hands manically exploring my body. He flips off my bra, and I help fling it across the room. My panties race down to my ankles all on their own. Levi plunges his kisses down to the girls, biting and sucking as if his life depended on it. His mouth moves south, running a fire line with his tongue all the way down to my hips, and stops just shy of atouchdown.
He looks up, still pleasantly drugged, his breathing as aggressive as my own. “You have a problem with how fast I’m moving?” he belts the words out, smeared with attitude the beastly way only Levi Masterson can, and that sweet spot at the base of my thighs trembles with anticipatorydelight.
“Honey, if you don’t pick up the pace and take this baby home, I might just give you your walking papers. I’ve waited eight whole weeks for you to kiss me all over. I wasn’t hoping to stall in the process so we can share our thoughts on thermonuclear dynamics. In effect, we’ve already discussed the theory of relativity far too long this evening.” I give him a swift kick in his rock-hard behind. “Get a move on before I whip out the powertools.”
A deep gurgle of a laugh escapes him. “Oh, honey, after I’m through with you, you’ll toss the powertools.”
And I take a moment to admire this man with his impressive wingspan—muscles bulging from the top of his shoulders where I had no clue muscles existed, that demented smile taking over his face, the way his eyes just zeroed in on mine as if I were ground zero—and for the life of me, I can’t believe how I ever got so lucky. Levi is a work of art, a sculpture of the master come to life—fully charged and ready to teach me a lesson with every lick of that delicioustongue.
“No power tools?” My next breath gets caught in my throat. “Proveit.”
Levi gives a dark laugh that bumps through him, and he gets straight to work. He buries his face between my thighs, and his tongue works in hot, delicious circles until I’m clutching at thesheets.
“Shit,” I pant, unsure of how in the hell he has the ability to make me feel so inhumanly good. My breathing ratchets up as that coil deep inside of me begins growing impossibly tight. Every last part of me is begging to burst. And just like that, Levi springs up and straddles me with hisknees.
“What the hell are you doing? Get back there!” My voice knifes its way out of my throat and comes back to me in an echo. Again—never imagined my perfect night with Levi would entail me raising my voiceandmy blood pressure while barking out orders—which by the way he is slow tocomplywith.
“I’m joining the party, sweetheart.” He dives to the nightstand, and the next thing I know he’s tearing the condom open with his teeth and stroking it ontohisbody.
“Oh, my ever-loving shit. That is the hottest thing I have ever seen.” The words come out breathy and jerky and quite possibly completelyunintelligible.
His brows give a naughty hike into his forehead. “You haven’t seenanythingyet.”
I pull my knees back to my shoulders and give a wild grin as our eyes connect one final time before he officially makes me his. “Welcome to theparty,Levi.”
He falls over me with a ravaging kiss as I navigate him to where he needs to be. It occurs to me that this is the first time I’m holding my boyfriend’s man parts in my hand, and it happens to be nestled under a thin prophylactic layer—not that I’m complaining. I’m more than happy to take in the sticky length of him, and oh, my wow, is it ever an impressive length. In truth, I have only been with one other person, and that was a brief three-week stint of regret. Other than that, I’ve really put some miles on my power tool collection. Raven happens to have a power tool collection of her own, and we swore up and down that if we died in some untimely manner, we would be quick to dispense of one another’s power tool evidence. Not that Lisa would be shocked and dishonored to know I held fast to my own brand of self-pleasure. It was more to shield Raven from staining her pristine image in the minds of her brothers. And what the hell am I doing thinking about my sister and his while his rock-hard joystick throbs in the palm ofmyhand?
I land him right where he needs to be, and Levi wastes no time in slowly, ever so slowly plunging right in. My body stretches to accommodate him. It feels as if it’s being ripped in two in the very best way, and as much as I’ll feel this for the next six weeks—hopefully, because it’s occurring on a reoccurring loop—I don’t regret a momentofit.
Levi hikes up on his elbows and looks down at me tenderly, and my heart slams against my chest, just begging to break into his body and meltoverhis.
His eyes smile before he ever says a word. It’s a neat trick only Levi can do. “I loveyou,Low.”
“I love you,too,Levi.”
He melts his mouth over mine and gets the partystarted.
