“Some of the best sex,” she said with a smirk.
“I bet Mateo is right up there too, huh?”
“He sure is. So, are you going to show me your pictures or what?”
My hands fell to her hips and I held her in place as I sat up, stealing a thousand little kisses that had her giggling. Her arms wound around my neck, her legs around my waist as I peppered more on her cheeks.
“Oh,” she laughed. God, her laugh was a gift. “You monster.”
“A kissing monster.”
She grabbed hold of my face and moved hers just in time so that our lips met. I smiled against her, reveling in the taste of her, the feeling of her body against mine. I caught her whimper in my mouth as our kiss deepened, her sweetness changing to something hotter, something needier.
“Levi,” she rasped. “You’re supposed to show me your pictures.”
“Do I have to?” I sighed.
“Yes,” she giggled, drawing back from me. “I want to see them. Oh, I just realized.” She narrowed her eyes on me as if she’d made a discovery. “The camera was what was in your bag the other night on the porch.”
“It was,” I chuckled.
“Did you go to any of the places I recommended?”
“I walked down main street,” I said. “I did go through the courtyard at the hotel. You were right. It was perfect.”
“I want to see them. Because if we get distracted again, I know I won’t.”
She had a point.
I wrinkled my nose and sat up in bed, groaning as my feet hit the floor. “They’re not even that good.”
“I’m sure they are.”
Now I was nervous about showing them to her. What if they were complete trash? I slowly stepped up to my dresser and pulled open the top drawer, pausing when I saw what was on top.
My jersey.
I’d forgotten all about it over the last couple weeks. I stared at the number ninety on the front, our team’s purple bear logo printed on soft silver mesh material. I brushed my fingertips over it and smiled.
“You know what? I’ll show you.Ifyou wear this.” I pulled the jersey from my drawer. Was I being a little possessive? Yes. Was this kind of like a cowboy marking his territory by having his partner wear his hat? Also yes.
But I really wanted to see her in my jersey.
Avery smirked. “Deal.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Avery
I was throughly fucked.
In the best way possible.
Not only that, I was wearing Levi’s jersey.
There was something primal about wearing a man’s shirt after sex. I pressed my nose against my shoulder and took a deep breath, not surprised that it smelled like him. Woody vanilla with a ginger zing that made me wonder what his body wash was and if I could steal some for myself.
I looked at myself in the mirror on the back of the door as he pulled on his briefs. Neither of us could stop smiling.
