Suddenly, I was in the air, away from his body. The next second my back was on the couch and he was stretched out on top of me. His thigh pressed between my legs, giving me a jolting sensation of pleasure. But it wasn’t enough.
Thankfully, leggings were the perfect pants. I wrapped my thighs around his waist and yanked him against me. We both gasped at the sensation, his low rumbling laugh chasing after me.
“Knew you wanted me,” he murmured between kisses along my jaw.
“You’re so full of yourself,” I murmured weakly as he lifted my sweatshirt up and over my body, tugging it free in one swift move.
I lay there topless, trying to decide if I was mortified or turned on.
Okay, I was still turned on. That feeling wasn’t going to go away anytime soon. But I was also embarrassed. The stretch marks on my stomach weren’t my favorite part of my body and all the lights were on. I’d always made Ajax keep the lights off. Besides, we’d usually been drunk.
Levi and I were totally sober. Which meant I couldn’t excuse away this behavior or pretend he didn’t know what I looked like without clothes on.
His sharp intake of breath forced my eyes open. His eyes were glued to my chest, drinking in the sight of my breasts, one still supported in my bra, the other not so much since he’d liberated it.
I tried to cover my chest with my arm, but he grabbed it by the wrist and stretched it above me, holding me in place.
“Used to imagine this moment, Ruby,” he murmured. He dipped his head, his breath falling over my nipple, making me squirm. “God, so many hours were dedicated to imagining what it would be like to have you underneath me, like this.” His mouth closed around the one exposed nipple and he sucked tightly. I made that whimpering sound again. “You’re so much better than anything I could have dreamed. So much more perfect.” His head lifted and he hit me with that intense, promising gaze. “And I didn’t think that was possible.” He sucked my nipple into his mouth again and then did wicked things with his tongue until I thought I was going to explode from just the press of his body and his mouth on my breast.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, a curling heat building through me.
He leveraged his body on his elbow and snaked his hand over my stomach and into the waistband of my leggings. My back arched as his fingers did magical things in neglected places. When his finger plunged inside of me at the same time his mouth closed around my nipple again, I exploded into tiny, fragmented pieces.
Lights burst behind my closed eyelids and my entire body fell to pieces, tightening and then tightening some more until I was nothing but coiled muscle and powerful sensation. I stretched my body, prolonging the pleasure, gasping for breath and enjoying the now lazy movements of Levi’s hand.
“Oh, my god,” I gasped as my body started to piece itself back together.
“That was easy,” Levi rasped around a smile. He kissed my jawline and nipped at my ear. “And so fucking hot.”
I caught his dirty mouth with mine and shut him up with more delicious kisses. “I don’t want to stop,” I whispered, feeling more like a woman than I had in seven years… maybe my whole life.
I’d just been a kid when I got pregnant with Max and since then I’d been a mom. I’d never felt sexy. Or wanted. Or… needed. Not in this way.
Levi had this incredible ability to make me feel like I wasn’t just a frumpy single mom barely surviving her life. He made me feel beautiful… seen… desired. And those were gifts he would never even understand he was giving me.
“More, huh?” he chuckled.
“More,” I confirmed. “I need more.”
“So greedy.” But his kisses told me he approved. A second finger joined his first and I knew it wouldn’t take much for him to do that all over again. And I couldn’t help but look forward to it. To the way he would make my body sing and react and explode again and again.
That was the moment my mom decided to come home. Like a hurricane, she crashed through the front door, forcing Levi and I to jump apart. His hand disengaging from my pants at the same time I grasped blindly for my sweatshirt.
My face flamed red, spreading quickly over my entire body as my mom surveyed the situation on the couch and the rolling credits forStar Warsbehind us.
“Where’s Max?” she asked, barely acknowledging Levi on the other end of the couch. His hands were rubbing nervously over his thighs.
Quickly pulling on my sweatshirt, I mumbled, “Sleeping, geez. Don’t you knock?”
“Don’t you learn?” she grunted. “He’s going to knock you up again if you’re not careful.”
Her words boomeranged around the room exploding against my wall of silence. I’d never told her who Max’s dad was. I didn’t even know she had suspicions. And I really didn’t know she’d gotten it wrong.
I felt Levi’s entire body stiffen and still. His head turned, and his stare bore a hole into the side of my head.
“Mom,” I protested weakly, barely able to put sound behind my words. “Levi isn’t…”
Levi’s angry voice cut through my feeble attempt to rectify the situation. “Again?”
