“Yeah, my hate fantasies.”
“Hate sex.” He smiles, his heated gaze fixated on my lips. “My favorite.”
Oh my God.
This man is going to give me a heart attack.
“Levi …” I try to keep a straight face, but he only hums in response. I have to stop this before it goes too far and there’s no way of going back. “Some babies were dropped on their heads.” I pause when he pulls back and looks at me like I’m crazy. “But you were clearly thrown at a wall.”
His face scrunches before he lets out a laugh. A genuine laugh. I’ve never heard something so beautiful in my life. It’s a husky yet hoarse laugh that’s so attractive that I want to curse the world.
“Did you read your joke book on the way here?” He attempts to stop laughing but continues chuckling when I cross my arms across my chest. “Oh, I get it. It’s a joke up there, huh?” He taps my head, and I push his hand away.
“I understand it’s hard to admit difficult things.” Patting his shoulder, I smile. “That’s why there are therapists.”
As he leans against the cabinets, he tilts his head while giving me a grin. I can’t help but imagine sitting on that counter while he stands between my legs as we show how much we can’t stand each other with our lips, hands …
“Oh, my therapist will definitely hear about you.”
I scowl as my eyes follow him while he picks up the tray of dessert we made and places it in the fridge to cool.
Seeing my annoyed face, he mumbles, “What? I never said I’d say anything bad.”
And here come the butterflies again …
* * *
As I’m texting Trinity the directions to Levi’s house, he breaks our comfortable silence.
“Why do you love these things so much?” He inspects a strawberry before giving me a curious look.
I shrug. “In my head, it’s the perfect balance of something healthy and something unhealthy.” I gesture to the chocolate.
Glancing down at my lap, he places a hand on my knee and squeezes, which surprises me. “Let’s try to change you into loving them just because you love the taste, not because of the calories.”
All I can give him is a small smile. Doesn’t he know I wish I could change my mindset?
I eye his little sister, who’s sleeping away on the couch opposite from us. Damn, that kid sleeps a lot. Sitting on my knees on his couch with him a cushion apart from me, I reach over and take a strawberry. I lean toward him, and he looks at me carefully as I dangle the thing near his full lips.
“Try one.”
“I’m good.”
“Try it, Meathead.”
He smirks. “Only if you take a bite first.”
My hands tremble more as I fight to breathe air in my lungs, and his eyes fixate on my chest. He wants to play? Okay. Putting the berry to my mouth and making sure I keep our intense gaze locked, I take a bite, and just to spite him, I close my eyes and moan softly at the taste.
Opening my eyes, I find him closer to me than he was seconds ago. The dim lights and slight mumble coming from the TV intensify this moment one hundred times more. Laying a hand on my stomach, burning me up, he lightly pushes me down on the couch before hovering above me. His body is creating so much heat that I’m afraid I’ll pass out.
But I’ve officially decided this is the best sight. He’s full of sin as his tattooed hand travels up my neck before resting atop my throat. The other takes the berry from my hand and tosses it on the table.
Why do I feel so drawn to him?
“I think it’s time for my taste.” His voice is deep and low as he focuses on my lips when I lick them on instinct.
“You just threw it,” I say, losing all the air in my lungs.
