“I believe I only asked if you were free.”
My brain shuts down when he puts the weight of his body on mine. He’s as hard as I am. Why does he feel like he’s still holding on to his control when my two remaining brain cells have melted?
“I like reading between the lines. It’s more fun that way,” he says.
“And between the lines, I was inviting you over.”
“Yes. You were also begging me to kiss you senseless.” He’s holding himself up on one elbow while his free hand pushes my shirt up until his fingers find my nipple.
I moan at the feeling of my hard nipple rubbing against the fabric. His hand roams down. My fists are clenched beside me as his hand finds my erection and palms it over my jeans. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a big wet patch on them. How can I feel like I’m being ravaged when we’re barely doing anything?
“What else?” I ask. “What else did I say between the lines?”
“Something not appropriate for a classroom. But I’ll let you take me to your place while you show me,” he says.
“Is that so?”
His lips finally find mine, but it’s not the kiss I want. It can barely count as a kiss when it lasts less than two seconds, even if he follows it by licking my lower lip.
I want more, damn it!
He looks into my eyes, and I see all the lust and want in them that I’m feeling myself. He sits back on top of my legs and runs his hands through his hair. “Come on, we have work to finish.”
“How am I supposed to do that now?” I point to my hard-on with indignation, and he chuckles.
“We’ll deal with that later.”
“I hope you’re as good at keeping your promises as you are at teasing them.”
He winks and stands up, taking me with him.
We spend the next two hours setting up the easels in the right places for the best lighting and clearing the trash after finishing the delivery.
When we’re done, I take a step back and admire our work. I would never have imagined the barn to be such a perfect setting for a painting class, but now I can’t unsee it.
Nervous energy runs up my spine.
“What’s up?” Levi asks.
“Nothing…I’m just…it’s been a long time since I picked up a brush.”
“Want to talk about it?”
The teasing from earlier is replaced with concern. I don’t like it. I much prefer the feelings he brought out in me.
“Can I show you instead?”
His gaze intensifies.
“Lead the way.”
15
LEVI
I followArlo to his place but park on a nearby street and walk the rest of the way. Not that we need to hide, but I don’t know what I’ll tell Ava if she sees me at Arlo’s place.
Selfishly, I need today to be my time. It doesn’t happen often, so I want to indulge in Arlo’s company. Even if we don’t get any further than kissing or maybe getting each other off, if I’m lucky, it’s enough to make me feel like I’m more than just a dad. That I can still bring a man pleasure.
