Page 32 of No Bed Of Roses

“Now, Levi. Now. Please. Now.”

“Now.”

And then he slid inside her so slowly she whimpered. The pleasure grew impossibly bigger. Brighter.

When he was fully seated inside, Levi laid his forehead on hers. “Perfect, Isla, you’re perfect.”

Her ability to speak had been decimated, but she wouldn’t have known how to respond to that, anyway.

Levi pulled back and thrust in, angling her hips to hit her at the exact spot to drive her wild. When he found the right angle, his pace increased, and she heard herself whimper again. Then, his name fell from her lips in a chant.

“I’m going to lose it, Isla. Let’s see you soar again. Fly for me, Isla. Fly.”

His gruff command had her body obeying in an instant. The world around her exploded in light and joy and wonder. Then she hung on as he flew with her.

Levi lay on his back on the hard wooden floor and struggled to drag air back into his lungs.

For their first time, he’d taken Isla against her front door like a kid who couldn’t control himself. What an ass. A fully sated and satisfied ass, but what would she think?

She’d been so responsive and so hot he’d kind of lost control of the situation, but at least she’d had two orgasms.

Once he could breathe, he’d ask. Should he apologize?

Isla lay on top of him, her tight, curvy body breathing as hard as his. Good sign. He managed to lift a hand and skim it down her hair. He kept going and palmed her ass. She wriggled and sighed into his chest. It sounded happy.

Then her hand moved, drawing lazy shapes on his chest and playing with his skin.

“Should I apologize for attacking you at your door?”

Her laugh was pure delight, and she lifted her head to grin at him. “Absolutely not. That was amazing. I’ve never experienced anything like that, and if you think there’s something to apologize for, you’re nuttier than those brownies we ate at the Saloon.”

Her response had some strength returning to his body. “Good. I thought it was incredible. You’re incredible. But our first time shouldn’t have been against a door.”

Isla leaned down to kiss him. “Our first time should have been when we both wanted it to happen. And it did. And it was spectacular, and I will smile every time I open that door.”

That made him grin, because he was going to smile when he walked through it, too.

He ran his hands over her ass and enjoyed her squirming. His body was already recovering, reacting to Isla. “Gotta take care of the condom.”

They scrambled to their feet and laughed at the mess of their clothing scattered throughout the entry to her home. She grinned as she picked her bra off of a lamp. “I thought things like this only happened in movies.”

The men she’d dated before had to have been idiots.

Levi scooped up his clothes and then scooped up Isla as well. “Ready for round two?”

She squealed and laughed again. He’d never had so much fun during sex before, and they’d just started. He was glad he’d thrown a couple of condoms in his pocket before he’d picked her up for their demo date.

“We’ll have to have a real date soon.”

Another laugh. “Any more real, and I might not survive it.”

Hopper was fast asleep on the kitchen floor, and Isla buried her head in his chest. More laughter had her body shaking. “Do you think we traumatized the poor dog?”

Levi grinned but he kicked the door closed behind him after entering her bedroom. “He’ll survive.” Then he tossed Isla onto the bed. “Be right back.”

He got rid of the condom and washed up. Back in the room, he found her wearing his t-shirt and folding the rest of their clothes. The possessiveness that surged through him surprised him. “I like you wearing my shirt.”

She held her arms to the side and grinned. “It’s a little big, but I like it. It smells like you.”

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