With him?
Yes, I’d try anything with him.
I’m only able to nod because when he’s above me, my head doesn’t seem to work, making me a speechless mess under him.
“I need words,” he orders.
He’s truly the king of consent. It makes my heart ache at the beauty of this man who thinks he’s full of thorns, but to me, his beautiful, vibrant petals shine. Giving him so much life and color.
“Yes,” I choke out, watching as his muscular body rises from the bed.
Standing over where I lie, he gestures a hand to me. I grip it tightly, as if my life depends on it, and he helps me up off the bed.
My knees almost buckle as I stand. My entire world is dizzy when I’m near his tattooed body and his intimidating height. He smirks at the sight of my weakened muscles, and the next thing I know, I’m seeing the world upside down.
“Levi!” I squeal as my face hits his ass—his very plump butt, might I add. Wow, his black jeans leave nothing to my imagination.
“Where are we going?” I laugh, placing my hands on his back and looking forward, my ribs digging into his shoulder.
I feel the idiot’s laughter on my stomach.
“The bathroom.”
“Why? You have to take a shit?” I love teasing him. It’s one of my favorite things to do in my free time.
“Such a foul mouth for a pretty little girl. Makes me wonder what other things your mouth can do …” His deep voice trails off, hinting at the fantasies in his head.
Fantasies I’m willing to make a reality.
“Put me down, and you’ll figure it out.”
I feel his breathing quicken, showing my words affected him as much as he makes me crazy.
I’m still upside down as he strides throughout his house. I feel all the blood in my body traveling to my head. My eyes start feeling fuzzy, and my face feels hot, like I’m being cooked alive. I notice the flooring has changed to a white tile from the hardwood that lies along his house, and nerves make their way up my throat when I realize we’re in the bathroom.
My feet hit the cold floor, and he backs me into the counter, looking like a sexy beast, ready to feast. Placing my hand on his hard chest, I feel his pounding heart beneath my palm. Betraying his need.
His need forme.
“What do you mean by that, honey?” His crooked smile sends a wave of tingles down there.
“You know exactly what I mean,” I say, out of breath, pushing him away from me slightly. I move around until I’m the one pushing his tall frame against the vanity.
Levi smirks down at my boldness, but his smile turns into a thin, almost-dangerous-looking line as I drop onto my knees in front of him.
“You don’t need to do this,” he says through his teeth, tilting his head down to watch me.
Resting my hands on my thighs, I glance up at him innocently through my lashes.
“God, don’t look at me like that,” he groans, placing his hand on top of my head.
“Look at you like what?” Fluttering my eyes up at him, I know exactly what I’m doing to him.
I can see from where I kneel on the ground that his dick twitches in his pants, the big bulge making me swallow thickly. There’s no way I’m going to fit all of him in my mouth without choking myself to death. He’s way too big for that.
Running my hands up his legs, I stop just short of his zipper, cupping his erection in my hand. I squeeze once through the material of his pants, earning a low groan from deep in his throat.
“Are you sure, Amelia?” Clenching my jaw in his grip, he raises it to the ceiling, making me see his firm face.
