She fell back onto her heels, and he gripped her thighs, drinking her in.
“How did you imagine it?” she asked. “Our first time.”
He slid his hand up toward her hips, his thumb pausing to touch her where her pelvis met his.
Haddie gasped at his touch.
“Slower,” he told her, tracing a soft circle around her swollen center until she whimpered. “And…preferably not in a locked room the size of a small closet or under the very precarious shelter of anequipment shed’s roof where I might get struck by lightning.”
She laughed, and her back arched as he slid his thumb against her again.
“What you are doing right now”—she sucked in a sharp breath—“is making it very hard for me to want to go slow.”
“And I am enjoying watching you try to restrain yourself.” He grinned. “But even more, Haddie, I fucking love that after all these weeks, I finally get to touch you like this.”
He slid his upturned palm between them, sank a finger inside her, and Haddie whimpered. Well, two could play this game.
She wrapped her hand around his shaft and slowly stroked upward until she felt him slick against her own thumb. She slowly twisted her grip over his tip before sliding back down.
Levi swore…loudly, and his eyes fell shut. What power to be able to make him feel like this…and for him to trust her with whatever happened next, both in this bed, tomorrow, and the days and months after that.
“Say it again,” he whispered, as they both touched and teased and explored.
“I’mcrazyabout you,” she admitted once more, and she wished she had the courage to tell him that she’d never said anything even close to that to any other man before.
“Top drawer of my nightstand,” he told her, his voice rough, and Haddie grinned as she reached for the drawer, produced a condom, and rolled it down his length.
Levi opened his eyes, slid his hands to her waist, and urged herdown to him, his lips brushing against hers.
“Make me promise not to fall in love with you,” he whispered.
Haddie’s breath caught in her throat. “Don’t fall in love with me,” she complied, her voice a tremble of words.Because I won’t be able to take it when you fall out.
He nipped at her bottom lip and smiled against her. “Okay,” he replied. “But I should warn you that I’m shitty at keeping promises.”
Then he moved his hand between them, positioning himself where she was open, wet, and waiting for him. He lifted her by the hips—good god, the man’s upper body strength—and lowered her over his entire length, burying himself inside her.
She cried out, her vision turning to bursts of color as lighting and thunder crashed, illuminating the otherwise dark room.
Haddie Martin didn’t know what love was supposed to feel like or if she was even capable of letting herselfbeloved. But if she had to put one word to her jumble of thoughts, to the questions bouncing around in her brain, it would beLevi.
Levi.
Levi.
Levi.
“Yeah?” he asked as they moved together, their bodies woven into one, and Haddie realized she’d been saying his name out loud.
“Don’t make that promise,” she told him, and then gasped as he slipped a hand between them.
“I won’t,” he replied, and Haddie cried out.
She was so close. So freaking close.
“Because I can’t,” he admitted.
Haddie felt like she was pitching over a cliff, heart and body tangled together as he moved faster inside her until they were falling together in a sweaty, breathless, euphoric heap.
