Levi nods in agreement. “You look beautiful, Scar. But, yeah, this isn’t the dress.”
The third dress is a black, floor-length dress. It fits snugly through my chest before cascading down the rest of my body. The back dips low, held together by the thinnest straps. It’s elegant and flatters my figure beautifully. It’s perfect.
I move out of the stall, Levi’s jaw dropping open the second he sees me.
Wordlessly, he stands, walking up to me and placing his hands on my hips. He turns us so that we are facing toward the mirror. Placing a soft kiss behind my ear, he lowers his head onto my shoulder, a soft smile on his lips as our eyes meet in the mirror.
“And this one?” His voice is low, and gravelly, his eyes hooded with lust, and I feel some kind of anticipation building in my core.
“It’s perfect.” I whisper, my hands covering his on my hips.
He shifts closer behind me, pressing himself against my back, causing me to moan softly.
Levi guides us into the dressing room, locking the door behind him.
Placing a light kiss on my jaw, he straightens, pressing his hand gently into my back.
“Hands on the wall and bend over, Scar,” he rumbles, and I find myself growing wet at the sound of his voice alone. “Let me taste what’s mine. I’m starving.”
I find myself following his direction. This is the first time Levi’s really taken charge with intimacy and holy shit, it’s so fucking hot.
He slides the dress up my legs, agonisingly slow until it reaches my hips, my almost bare ass now on show for him.
He brings his hand between my legs, swiping his finger across my cotton covered clit before slipping his fingers into the waistband, tearing them off me.
I gasp in surprise. “Levi!”
“I’ll buy you more.” He whispers, parting me with his fingers as he leans forward and swipes his tongue once through my slit, my knees almost buckling beneath me.
Levi groans against me, the vibrations feeling incredible against my clit as he starts to feast on me like he really is starving. He’s a man of his word.
He adds a finger, and then a second, curling them inside me and finding my g-spot immediately.
“Holy shit, Levi.” I gasp as pressure begins to build in my core, my legs starting to shake.
“You can take it, baby. Now, come for me.” He rasps, and I detonate. My orgasm is the most intense it’s ever been, stars exploding behind my eyes. My legs give out and I’m trying to stay as quiet as I possibly can in this dressing room.
When I finally come down, I’m gasping for air, and only being held up by Levi.
I turn to look at him over my shoulder, his face practically covered in my arousal, and it makes me feel possessive over him in an instant.Mine.
He shoots me a cocky smirk like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“Let me go pay for the dress now, Princess.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
SCARLETT
“This is fun, you know. We should make a habit out of this!” Gigi says as she tucks her feet beneath her on the couch, taking a gulp of her white wine.
Ayla holds up her glass. “I second that.”
I decided to have Gigi and Ayla over for a couple of glasses tonight as life has been so busy, I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve caught up with either of them. The last several weeks have just consisted of more sessions with Levi, moral support as he returns to more advanced training, and all the little moments in between – breakfasts, lunches, friendly bar dates, movie nights, and even a couple of rugby games. I’d even go as far to say that he’s really starting to enjoy the sport.
“So,” Gigi leans in closer. “How are things?”
I laugh nervously. “Things with what exactly?”
