“I mean it.”
“You say that, but I don’t think you know how to be any different.”
“Who do you want me to be?” I ask, heart in my throat. Jesus, listen to me. I made fun of my teammates for ditching parties to hang out with their girls, and right now I’d do exactly the same thing.
She taps her chin playfully, her lips pursing a little. “You.”
“Someone’s not making any sense.” I chuckle as the doors to my apartment open. I lead her out into the space, and the elevator dings behind us, leaving us alone. Together.
“You know what doesn’t make any sense?” she asks, turning toward me. “Why you like me when I’m…damaged.”
She stares down at the ground, her hair falling forward. Her words break my heart. I tip her chin up with my finger and make her look me in the eyes. “I’m going to need you to never say that again.”
“It’s true.”
“You’re perfect the way you are, and I promise you, there is nothing damaged about you.”
“Line,” she says, but there’s a slight smile on her face like she could be joking. “Another charming sentence with no sustenance to back it up.”
“I thought you wanted me to be me? Well, I want you to be you. All of you. All your beautiful, fire-kissed skin. Just like that spirit of yours.”
“Fire-kissed?” She peers at me through her lashes. “Levi Soucy, I’m going to need to see your bedroom.”
She rises to her tiptoes so fast, winding her arms around my neck. I only have a split second to react, helping to bridge the gap between us. We seal our lips together, two parts becoming one, and she presses her hips into me as I ravish her mouth. I lean over briefly to grab her ass and lift, and a moment later, her legs wrap around my hips.
She breaks the kiss. “Holy shit. You did that so effortlessly.”
I kiss her neck, finding the beat of her pulse with my tongue and sealing my mouth around it, working my lips against her skin. I walk through my apartment blindly, but it’s like I have a homing beacon to my bed. I crawl over it, then lay on top of her, my arousal nestling between her legs.
She gasps, then melts around me. “Levi. Please tell me you plan on…”
“Use your words, sexy,” I prompt when she hesitates.
“I’m going to need you inside me tonight.”
“Weird because that’s exactly what I need.”
“Thank fuck,” she grinds out before kissing me, taking control of the tempo and grinding into me. I’m so painfully hard, but I wouldn’t stop her for anything.
“Take what you need,” I tell her.
She reaches between us, unbuttoning my jeans and lowering my zipper. She whimpers into my mouth when she can’t push my jeans far enough down my hips, removing that barrier.
I do it for her, and she lifts into me more and more. I reach up to cup her breasts. “God, you’re fucking killing me.” I follow the line of her bra to around her back, then unclasp the band, letting her big, beautiful breasts free so I can knead my hands into them, tweaking her nipples every now and then.
“Levi, my jeans,” she moans.
I lean back, unbuttoning her jeans. While I’m focusing on the clasp, she removes her bra, then flips the bottom of her shirt over her head, revealing her bare torso—the mountains of her breasts, the slope down to her navel. It’s not lost on me that she’s figured out a way to give me access to most of her body, but keep her arms covered, her sleeves still in place.
I slide her jeans past her ass, then step back to tug them all the way off. I admire her before pulling my shirt over my head, and lowering my jeans and boxers. Her gaze drops to my cock,so I stroke it for her, reveling in the way her breaths quicken and eyes dilate.
She wiggles her panties past her hips, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I press my knee into the bed between her legs. It’s not lost on me that she shows a little more of herself to me every time we’re intimate, but I wonder if we’re at her hard line right now. Every square inch bare except her arms.
“Levi,” she protests, shifting.
“I’m taking you all in. Show me how you touch yourself.”
