He was my first, but it doesn’t change the fact that it was just a one-night stand and as such, I have no rights over him.
Why does everything rebel inside me at such a thought then?
Straightening up, I remove the wet hair from my face and lift my chin at him, sarcasm dripping from every word. “Not really. And what are you doing naked in my shower?” I shove at his chest with my fist, too afraid to properly touch him, for fear of wanting more. The mind might know better, but the heart and flesh still thrive in all his attention and crave more of it.
Levi ignores my question and rests his forearm above my head while his other hand traces my nipple, the touch burning my already taut skin and confusing my mind.
Slapping it away, I cross my arms, doing my best to hide from his feverish gaze, and repeat my question. “What are you doing here?”
“Teach me.” My brow furrows only for me to gulp when he continues, leaning forward, and this time his splayed palmlands on my collarbone. “That’s what you told me last night, remember?” He trails it up until he skates his fingertips over my scars and hickeys. “Teach me, Levi.” His voice drops to a barely audible whisper as he wraps his hand around my neck, his thumb pressing against my pulse point that must beat wildly, matching the rhythm in my heart. His wrist flexes and his hold on my throat tightens, not enough to cut off my oxygen supply but enough to know he has total control. Instead of scaring me, it makes fiery tension sink into me and the temperature seems to rise around us as I inhale more air into my lungs. “But you ran away from me.”
The sensual images from last night flash in my head like the most tempting and wicked kaleidoscope designed to break all my self-imposed resolve. I lay my hand above his, needing to peel it away, but I’m frozen by the… Is that confusion and hurt in his eyes?
It can’t be.
Why would he care about me at all?
“I asked you to teach me last night. Thank you for the lesson and first time. We are done.” The grunting words sound fake even to my own ears, especially with my galloping heart that he can probably hear. Why is there no book that teaches you what to do during the morning after? My inexperience creates too many problems for me! “And I didn’t run away. I figured it was for the best.”
“Did you?”
Odd notes ring in his voice. I decide not to pay attention to them and focus on the fact that we’re both naked in my shower.
“Yes. We avoided the awkward morning after where you’d have to kick me out of your house. Besides, your butler seems to know your routine to a T with the way he was ready to usher me away with my favorite drink in hand.” I practically yell the last part in his face, and then groan inwardly because this annoyingfeeling of jealousy reels its head once again and makes me sound crazy. Who gets jealous over a one-night stand?
I used to laugh at my brothers being all obsessed and possessive with their women; it seems we share the same insanity, except all this makes me sound desperate.
“So I’m not sure why you sound so offended or came here anyway.” Mortification washes over me. “What if my brothers…”
“I don’t give a shit about your brothers, Lavender. No offense.” I hold back the hysterical laughter, because what? They will kill us both if they find out!
“My bad for assuming that disappointing your sister might have concerned you.”
“My sister has better things to do than police our sex life.”
“We don’t have a sex life!”
Of course he ignores that too. “Right now we need to clear up something before we can continue our lessons.” His grip on me tightens, his fingers digging into my puckered skin, and I whimper when he thrusts his pelvis into me, trapping me between the wall and his hard chest while a wild look settles on his features, promising me nothing good. The energy around us changes at once, becoming charged with lust and longing.
“I don’t have a routine when it comes to sex because a routine would have required for me to bring someone home, and I’ve never done that.” I gasp when his fingers sink into my flesh harder, his voice turning husky and furious. “And I wouldn’t know what an awkward morning after is either. Never spent the night with anyone.”
He presses me into the wall as more steam rises around us, and my stomach flips while burning sensations spread into my veins. “You denied me the right to wake up next to you this morning,moy cvetochek.” He shifts closer, the tip of his thick length brushing against my clit, and I gulp when he tips my chin, danger and hunger flashing in his orbs. “If you’d stayedin my bed, I would have taught you a new thing.” His lips hover over my ear as he whispers into it. “Morning sex. Never tried it myself, but I would have loved to feast on this beautiful body with the sun shining brightly and showing me all its beauty.” He bites on my earlobes and then sucks into the flesh, making me moan as goose bumps break on my skin. “This pretty throat,” he caresses it up and down, “would have been hoarse from all your screams before I’d fill it with my cock and let you play with it.”
Desire shoots straight to my clit at the thought and I can feel him smile against my neck when his lips drift lower and he scrapes his teeth on my shoulder. “You would have loved that, wouldn’t you,moy cvetochek? To stake your final claim on me.” His other hand drops to my nape and he threads his fingers in my hair, tugging on it until I expose my neck to his blazing touch. “Because you’re mine.”
“It was a one-time thing. Nothing else,” I protest weakly, begging my rational mind to give me all the reasons to push him away and demand he gets out of my home.
The man invited himself into my home—no, worse! Into my bathroom without my permission. It should make all kinds of alarm bells go off in my head and warn me that he might be…what?
A stalker?
Can he be considered a stalker if I’m practically dry humping him right now?
“This is wrong. We’re wrong.”
Trailing his lips to mine, our breaths mingle, and he challenges, “Is it,moy cvetochek?” Nudging on my chin he opens my mouth wide as the water trickles inside right before he traps my whimper and surprised gasp in his throat when he dives his tongue inside. He locks us in a deep, probing, toe-curling kiss that destroys all my reservations and serves akin to gasoline on the flames.
My hands fall on his hips as I sway toward him, my body drumming with anticipation when his length presses into me, my core dampening as he explores my mouth in even strokes that are meant to drive his point across.
