“Honestly, we don’t know,” he tells me. “My father hired an investigator to track her down, but she just disappeared. At first,he thought she went back to Montana, but my aunt never heard from her. To this day, I still have no idea what happened to her.”
I give his hand a gentle squeeze, forcing his eyes up to mine. “I’m sorry, honey. I can’t even begin to imagine how difficult that must have been for you.”
He gazes at me as he says, “Everything happens for a reason, right? And then we get to control what we do with what we’re given.”
“Very insightful,” I reply, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Whoever said that must be very wise.”
“I believe that was me.” He chuckles as he slips his hand out from under mine and cups my cheek. “And I am indeed very, very wise.”
Levi stands, gesturing with his head for me to follow him. I arch a brow as I rise from my seat and trail behind him down the hall. He pulls open the door that leads to the stairs and extends his hand out in front of him, signaling me to go up ahead of him.
As I emerge on the landing, Levi rests a hand on my shoulders and gestures to the door off to my left. I walk towards it, my hand hesitating on the knob for a moment before I push the door open, and a soft gasp escapes my lips.
The potent smell of paint hits me first, but I barely register it as my eyes take in everything around me. Tons of canvases litter the space, covered in nature scenes, animals, and portraits. There’s paper hanging from clothespins on string on one side of the room, pencil sketches staring back at me.
“I knew you painted, but I had no idea you were this good,” I state, spinning in a small circle to take in everything in the room. Spotting a large canvas leaning against the wall with a towel over it, I point. “What’s that one?”
“Just a little something I’m working on,” he tells me, closing the distance between us and resting his hands on my hips. “Idon’t like to stare at a project when it’s a work in progress. Sometimes it stunts my creativity.”
I hum and loop my arms around his neck. “Well, if you’re looking for more inspiration.”
Levi lowers his head to my neck and kisses his way up to my ear, taking my lobe between his teeth before he whispers, “and what kind of inspiration do you think you can provide?”
“I can pose for you,” I tease, my hand slowly sliding down his front to gently rest against the growing hardness in his jeans. “Or I can help ease some stress to get that creativity flowing again.”
Wordlessly, Levi crashes his lips to mine, stealing the breath from my lungs. I tighten my hold on his neck as our lips move together, fisting the hair at his nape. He moans softly in response, his hands gliding over my butt before resting on the back of my thighs, and he hoists me up.
My legs wrap around his waist, his hold on me firm yet gentle as he runs his tongue along my bottom lip. I open for him, granting him access, and our tongues collide as we both fight for dominance. Levi moves through the room, and suddenly my back hits the wall.
He adjusts me slightly, holding me with one hand as his other trails a path along my bottom before he slips it underneath my dress. His finger ghosts against my underwear, and I squirm slightly, looking for friction.
“Patience, Lowe,” he murmurs, kissing a path from my lips down to the sweet spot on my neck, drawing a moan from me that is louder than I had intended. “I want to take my time with you.”
His forehead rests against mine, his eyes boring into my own as he rubs me over my lace thong. I pant softly, aching to feel him closer and unable to stop the plea from slipping past my lips.
“Please,” I whisper, my head falling back against the wall as I try to move my hips, but Levi has me firmly against the wall.
“Please, what?” He asks, his tone carrying a slightly dominating edge that has me heating under his gaze.
I look him in the eye once more as I say, “Please stop teasing me. I need to feel you.”
He hums, slipping my underwear to the side and slowly running a finger through my wetness. I moan softly and bite my lip, arching my back off the wall. He chuckles softly, his finger now rubbing slow circles against my clit.
“Tell me, Lowe,” he breathes against my lips, applying a little more pressure. “Will this do it for you?” He stops his ministrations on my clit and moves his finger back down my slit before slipping a finger inside me, causing a gasp to escape my lips. “Or do you need this?”
His finger moves in and out of me at an agonizingly slow pace, and my head tips back in frustration. “More, I need more.”
“Greedy girl,” he growls, taking my earlobe between his teeth and pulling roughly before running his tongue over the sting.
I slip one hand down his front, forcing it between us so I can reach his arousal. Gripping his hard cock through his jeans, I grin in triumph when he groans, and his eyes flutter shut briefly.
“I’ll give you what you give me, baby,” I whisper, removing my hand to unbutton his jeans so I can slip my hand inside his pants. “So, I guess the real question is, what do you want?”
Levi adds an extra finger, moving them faster and curling them just right, hitting that spot inside me that has me seeing stars. The moans tumble uncontrollably off my lips, and they only get louder when he uses his thumb to rub circles along my clit.
My hand slides inside his boxers, fisting his cock in my hand and his hips jerk involuntarily. Running my thumb along thehead of his dick, I rub his pre-cum along the tip before I jerk him off.
Our moans fill the space. Every time he hits that perfect spot causes my grip to tighten, and I move my hips as I feel my climax start to build.
