Is that… Surely not, right?
I hold my breath as I wait for confirmation, feeling my heart beat erratically in my chest.
Another soft moan sounds through the door. Holy shit. She is.
Blood rushes to my groin and I feel my shorts grow tighter. I squeeze my eyes shut, tipping my head back as I hear another breathy moan. Fuck.
I know I should leave. I have no business listening in. But my feet won’t move.
A soft whimper sounds through the door and immediately I imagine Scarlett as she is now.
Her lean body sprawled across the white sheets; her soft, tan skin coated in a light sweat that glistens under the light as she works herself with her fingers. Her chest heaving as she brings herself closer to her orgasm.
I feel pressure beginning to build at the base of my spine, and I haven’t even touched myself yet.
The next sound through the door causes me to stumble back a couple of steps.
“Levi.” She says on a gasp, followed by more soft moans.
Holy shit. Fuck. She’s thinking about me. She came while thinking of me.
I grab my cock to try and relieve a bit of the pressure, and I make off to my room to deal with this.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
SCARLETT
Iwake slowly, coated in warmth from the sunlight spilling through the windows after forgetting to close the blinds last night.
My mind flickers to all that happened yesterday. Levi’s mood, the session, the dinner, then to the kiss.
I flip to my back, running my hands through my hair, sighing up to the roof. I’m afraid we just completely ruined everything. Though, part of me can’t help but think that it might’ve been worth it.
My mind replays the kiss in my head. Soft, yet assured. Slightly tentative, but he knew what he wanted. His fingers sliding through my hair and the groan that was drawn out of his chest before I ended it.
What would have happened if I didn’t stop us?
I shake that thought away immediately. This can’t go anywhere. Whatever this is could never amount to anything. I can’t get my hopes up.
I take a deep breath before padding softly across my room to head downstairs.
The house is quiet, but the empty coffee mug sitting in the sink tells me Levi was here not too long ago as well.
Moving through the house, I head outside to see him sitting on the pier, legs dangling off the side, leaning back onto his hands behind him.
With his head tilted back, he looks peaceful. A world away from how he looked yesterday. A smile pulls at my lips as I walk through the garden down to the pier.
Silently, I go to sit beside him, nudging my shoulder against his arm lightly.
“Good morning,” I say softly, meeting his eyes.
“Morning.” He replies, his voice gruff as a small grin gracing his lips as he looks back over the lake.
“How’d you sleep?”
He shrugs before gruffly responding. “Not bad. You?”
“Pretty good, actually.” I say, noticing the corner of his lip pull up even further. My brows knit together.
