His words alone make me want to march over and kiss him. Somehow, I manage to control myself. I need to know why he lied.
“Then why didn’t you try to stop me from going on this date? Why did you say you were fine with it?”
Levi paces. “Because I thought he was who you wanted! You deserved more than what I was giving you, and he liked you. I could see it. And that kiss tonight proves that I was right.” He slams his hand against the breakfast nook. “Fuck, I was going to tell you how I felt, but not like this. This is all wrong.”
Angry tears well in my eyes. “I was going to tell you how much I liked you last night, you idiot.”
Levi looks up wide-eyed. “You were?”
I bite my lip to keep my emotions at bay. “Yeah, I was.” He smiles. “And then I said yes to Brad partly out of pettiness and because I wanted to see how it felt to kiss someone else. I needed to see if what I was feeling for you was real or not.”
His smile disappears, replaced with jealousy and nerves. The jealousy thing isn’t entirely new, but it never counted with Andrew. My ex is an ass, and it always felt like he was protecting me rather than being jealous. This time it’s anger and envy. It’s kinda hot.
“And?”
I shake my head, frustrated at him and also at my need for him. “Neither one of us felt a thing. It was nothing like kissing you.” Looking down, I let out a humorless laugh. “That’s what I was trying to tell you before you went all caveman on me and?—”
I cease speaking when Levi suddenly rushes to me. His eyes are tearing into my soul, looking desperate and tortured. And in a matter of a second, his lips find mine. I’m hesitant at first, being caught by surprise.
Once he takes me into his arms and wraps himself around me, my purse falls, and I grab him tightly. He wastes no time in deepening the kiss, our tongues tangle together, and I moan so loudly it elicits a groan from him. Anytime this man kisses me, the world around us ceases to exist. He’s expressing all his previous words into this kiss, and I feel it from the top of my head down to my toes. It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt with anyone before.
He takes my ass into his hands and lifts me until my legs are wrapped around his waist. My skirt rises and my center is almost against his length, but the fabric is too tight to touch it. Levi lets out a groan of frustration and brings me to his bedroom,where he slams me against the wall, his hand behind my head protecting me from harm. The sweet gesture mixed with his primal need for me turns me on even more, and I feel as though I’m about to come from his touch alone.
Moving my hips, I silently beg for him to take me here, on the bed, on the floor, I don’t give a shit, as long as he gets inside of me tonight.
His hands squeeze my ass tighter as he licks my top lip and pulls away. His dark blue eyes bore into me. “I hate that that fucker’s lips touched yours.” He passes his thumb against my bottom lip, and his confession elicits a wave of pleasure in me like no other. It squeezes my heart and turns me on all at the same time. “I’m going to spend all of tonight erasing that memory.” He kisses my neck. “I’m going to kiss you everywhere, Stevie. I’m going to fucking worship you and make you come again and again. You don’t deserve anything less than that, you never did.”
“Levi, please.” I feel as though I’m about to cry. “Please tell me you’re going to fuck me tonight. I’ll literally die if you say no.”
He chuckles. “We can’t have that now, can we?”
LEVI
Stevie pants against my lips. “Thank God.”
I laugh and carry her over to the bed. There’s a part of me that wants to take my sweet time doing what it is I want, but I can’t control myself around this woman. This amazing, beautiful fucking woman who likes me as much as I like her and, unlike me, wasn’t a pussy to admit it. If I had waited another minute yesterday, one more damn minute, I would’ve known that.
None of that matters now. It won’t happen again. Right now, she’s inmybed, begging me formytouch and cock,notBrad’s, not any other man’s. And I’m going to give her everything: every kiss, every lick, every bite, every. Fucking. Inch.
Sitting up, I tell my dick to calm down. Stevie looks up at me with those green eyes surrounded by eyeshadow and eyeliner that makes them look lighter than usual. Her breathing is as loud and intense as mine, making her tits move, but I keep myself from ripping all her clothes off. This is our first time, I want to make it last.
My dick, which is currently as hard as a rock, cries at what I’m about to do.
I rise from the bed and take a couple of steps back.
“Get up,” I demand, gently.
She cocks her head but does as she’s told. She always does.
Stevie’s hair, which was formerly in perfect curls, is now frizzy, making her look all the more beautiful.
I move my chin upward. “Take your stockings off.” Her outfit is driving me insane, and she looks sexy as hell, but right now I want her bare in front of me, and those stockings that cover her from her waist to her toes are a nuisance.
My roommate hesitates and slowly raises her skirt. In a second, I catch a glimpse of something that leaves me stunned as fuck.
“You’re not wearing any underwear,” I state with my throat dry. She’s completely bare, completely shaven except for a small patch in the center, and now I’m wondering what she was thinking about doing with Brad.
She freezes. “Um, yeah. It was more comfortable?—”
