“This is fast,” she whispers.
“I’ve always been the kind of guy who goes for what I want when I want it,” I remind her. “If it’s too fast, tell me. But if you give me the word, then I’m all in with you, babe.” My heart is pounding, and the tension in the room is thick. The next words she says will make or break whatever this is between us.
“I’m still married...”
“And I could give a good goddamn about that. If I could take care of that for you today, I would.”
She tilts her forehead toward mine. “Are you scared of him? Scared of what he brings with him? He’s an asshole, Levi.”
Groaning deep in the back of my throat, I jerk her chin back so that our eyes meet again. “There is nothing in this world that scares me more than knowing I have a shot with you and I let it slip through my fingers. I can’t live the rest of my life knowing I fucked this up.” Flattening my palm, I move it down so that I’m gripping the side of her neck, putting slight pressure so she knows I’m here. “Your fuck face of a husband can bring everything he’s got. It still won’t be enough to scare me, sweetheart. We stand strong against him. I’d die to protect the people I love.”
The declaration hangs in the balance, and we both know it’s not the right time for this, but I say it anyway.
“Okay,” she whispers.
“Okay?”
“Yeah.” She grins. “Okay. I’d love to be the first woman that you’ve spent more than one night with.”
Grabbing her mouth with mine, I take the kiss again. This time I don’t let go, and neither does she. Laying her back against the countertop, I pull my mouth from hers, and lick a path down her neck, sucking on the pulse point when she hooks her legs around my waist. Lifting my mouth, my eyes burn into hers. “Can I take this bra off?”
“Please,” she begs, tucking her fingers under the hem of my shirt, and pushes it over my head.
I do the same with her bra, and then dip my head down to kiss the indention of her collar bone.. Once I’ve exposed the flesh to my gaze, I purse my lips and blow on her nipple. It peaks, pulling tight against the flesh. Smirking, because this is what I want, I lean in and take it between my lips, worrying it with my teeth.
“Oh my God, Levi. Tug harder,” she whines, digging her nails into my chest.
Closing my eyes, I move my hands down to her hips, holding her still as I lose myself in her. In the tension between us, and the passion we feel for each other. Before I know it we’re both naked in the kitchen, and I’m dragging my cock along the seam of her pussy. “Are you ready for me, Magnolia Grace?”
“Yes,” she answers, reaching forward to grab my hip. “Please fuck me, Levi. Fuck me.”
As I sink my dick in, I groan when the wet heat envelopes me. Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back, and lose myself in thrusting and withdrawing. Her heels dig into my ass cheeks as I grip her waist. Grunting against the feelings coursing through my body, I press deeply into her. Her tits bounce up and down as I thrust in and then pull out. Reaching down, I push my thumb against her clit, worrying the nub.
“Yes, yes,” she moans, reaching up with her hands, grabbing the strands of her hair in them.
“If you need your hair pulled, babe, all you gotta do is tell me,” I groan, bending down to take her neck in between my teeth, and tug on the flesh as I spill inside her.
She comes on a hitched breath, and it takes everything I have not to sag against her. Instead, I gather her up in my arms, and carry us to my bedroom. Putting her on my bed, I curl up behind her, holding her around the waist.
“Levi,” she whispers after we’ve been laying here for a while. With her nails, she traces a scar on my forearm. “How did you get this?”
“Last year,” I sigh. “I was patrolling and I found someone illegally dumping waste in Laurel Creek. So I attempted to arrest them, and he pulled a knife on me. He ended up getting me in the arm.”
She lifts the scar to her lips and places a kiss on the thin white skin. “Do you ever get scared out there? Of the same type of people who pulled a knife?”
Clearing my throat, I try to think about how to answer this. “At first, I had second thoughts about being an officer. I’m not going to say I was scared, because it wasn’t necessarily that. It was the reality that things could turn sideways quickly. Before that encounter, I’d always been in charge of the scene and never been threatened in any way really. Mortality flashed before my eyes that day, not because I thought I was going to bleed out, or anything like that, but because I realized that I can die in the line of duty.” I stop for a second and swallow roughly. “Like, I knew it, I was always worried about it for my dad and my grandpa, but it hit me right in the chest that it can happen to me too.”
She rubs my arm, holding on tightly. “I’m gonna worry about you now.”
“You don’t have to worry about me.” I laugh. “The same way I don’t worry about the same type of people who stabbed me.”
“Who stabbed you?” She questions, turning her head toward me.
“What are you going to do? Go threaten them?” I grin at her.
“No, I just wanna know.”
“A metal head with band stickers on the back of his truck, long hair, and a pair of camo shorts.”
