I roll onto my side, facing him.
“You sure you can handle me?” I tease softly.
He smirks faintly. “I’ve been handling you since we were sixteen.”
“Poorly.”
“Improving.”
I laugh quietly. He brushes his knuckles down my arm.
“You’re not a prize,” he says softly. “You’re a partner.”
The correction settles deep. “And you’re not my savior,” I reply. “You’re my equal.”
He nods once. “That’s all I ever wanted.”
We lie there beneath the stars, fingers still laced. And for the first time in years, I don’t feel like I’m choosing between the world and him.
I’m choosing both.
And this time—he’s choosing me right back.
His hands cascade down my damp body, fingertips pressing into my skin and then slipping under the waistband of my panties. A moment later he grips my waist and hauls me onto his hard body. My heartbeat hammers wildly as I feel his hard erection pressed against my hips.
“Can you feel what you do to me?”
“Yes, every inch.”
“Does it turn you on?”
“More than words can say,” I admit.
Levi’s touch is fire, a raging inferno that consumes my body and mind. When he touches me all sense of reason evaporates into thin air and all I want is more—more heat, more sensation, morehim.
I have so little experience with men, but melting under his possessive fingertips comes shockingly easy. I’m a certifiable tomboy. Men aren’t often on my mind beyond a passing glance, a nod or an eye roll, depending on the day, but the way Levi looks at me—like he wants to eat me—I crave it. I feel alive when his eyes dart across my body. I feel like a woman, something that’s hard to come by when I spend my days at a dirty firehouse consumed with work.
Levi’s eyes flick to mine and hold before his grin turns up recklessly. “I want you so badly it hurts, Hotshot.”
“Show me,” I whisper against his neck.
I feel his hand slip between us, pushing the waistband of his shorts down before his hot length is pressed against my inner thigh.
I pull my bottom lip into my mouth, already planning more than that. I slide my hand between us and take his cock in my hand. “I wanna taste you.”
A virile groan releases from his chest before his muscles slacken and his eyes flick across my face as I hover at the tip, a shiny drop of pre-cum waiting for me. “Been thinkin’ aboutsliding my dick past your lips since the first time you smiled at me in that firehouse again.”
A small moan escapes my throat, desire flooding between my legs, and I slide my lips down his cock. His body trembles and his hips jerk with the first touch of my mouth. The feel of him against my lips soaks my panties instantly.
“You’re so big,” I moan, marveling at the incredible girth, the way the tip of him stretches nearly to his navel. He has to be nine inches, at least. Nine inches of hot, smooth steel. What would it feel like pushing into me? Can my body even accommodate him?
“You feel so goddamn good, Sadie.” Both of his hands push into my hair, his hips rocking in slow motion to match the rhythm of my mouth. “So beautiful. I don’t deserve you.”
His fingers grip my hair and pull my lips to his to plant an earth-shattering kiss on me. “I’ve done my best to ignore your sweet ass bent over in the firehouse, but you’ve proven yourself unignorable.”
His lips release me, and I slide back down his body, my mouth swirling at his tip, licking the thick vein that runs up his gorgeous length. I fist his base, my other hand sliding between his thighs to cup his heavy sac, so full, all for me.
“Sadie, Jesus, Sadie…” His hips buck with my first touch. Salty drips of pre-cum coat my tongue and I swallow greedily, glancing up at the long, lean line of his neck as he clenches his jaw, barely holding on.
