Page 85 of Kiss Me Tonight

“Where’s Topher?” I ask, a plan already forming in my head.

“At Bobby’s for the night with Timmy and Kevin. Harry, too.” Levi peers up at me, my phone still clasped in her hand. “Why?”

“Because you’re coming with me.”

“Oh, am I now?”

“Yeah.”

I snag my phone from her and pocket it in my jeans. I want to do so much more than that, too. Spread her legs wide and step in between them, her calves looped around my thighs as I angle her for my cock. Feel her nails scrape my shoulders as I lower my head and find her pert nipple with my mouth. Cup the weight of her breast and know, without a single trace of worry, that Levi is with me formeand not because of who I am. Who Iwas.

Boldly, I watch as Levi’s hands tremble while she adjusts her top, as if she’s gathering her wits about her and coming to a decision I’m not privy to. Her straight blond hair falls forward, a physical shield that closes me off from her expression.

And then . . . and then air comes slow and reedy through my nose when it hits me.

The straps of her shirt hang loose around her biceps, exposing the upper swells of her breasts and the fine lace of her bra.

She’s signaling exactly what she wants from me tonight . . . and I’m gonna give it to her—but on my terms.

Just as I need to find peace in the calm, she’s craving a taste of the insanity. I heard the tremor of excitement in her voice when she looked through my photos. Saw the longing formorethat she desperately tried to hide behind questioning why I do such outrageous things.

I cliff dive, and I climb mountains on planks as wide as my forearm, and I risk biking straight off a mountain because it makes me feel as though my fate is entirely in my hands. It’s mine to take and mine to destroy and there’s something empowering about risking it all and knowing that it’s your own free will and mental strength that sees you safely to the other side.

“You trust me, Coach?” I ask softly.

She blinks up at me, wetting her bottom lip in a way that has my jeans feeling too damn tight. “The last time you asked me that, I found myself in a kayak at three in the morning.”

I make a point of checking the time on my gold Rolex. “It’s only ten, which means we’ve got some time before you run the risk of turning into a pumpkin.” Shoulders raised to keep everyone else out of our conversation, my gaze never wavers from hers. “Do you trust me.”

Not a question.

She licks her lips again, but nothing about it is sexual. She’s nervous, I can tell. Being nervous is good—you can’t win if you don’t take a leap of faith. Slowly, she inclines her head in the smallest, most imperceptible nod I’ve ever seen. “You going to feed me to the sharks?”

“Can’t make any promises.”

“Will you make me one promise?”

“Name it.”

Her throat visibly constricts. “Call me Aspen . . . just for tonight.”

Fuck.

It’s my turn to find it difficult to swallow. Harder, still, to keep my distance when I’m uncomfortably aware of multiple pairs of eyes tracking our every move. Londoners are curious, and I’m . . . I’m freefalling.

“Yeah,” I manage to choke out, my voice thick with emotion, “I can do that.”

24

Aspen

Aside from a quick pit stop by our houses—me to drop off my car and Dominic to grab some “necessities,” as he called them, from his place—we get on the road.

Only, I’m blindfolded.

Blindfolded,like a scene out ofFifty Shades of Grey. “I feel like Ana,” I whisper, because it’s hard not to whisper when the world feels out of reach and you’re completely dependent on another person to make sure you don’t, I don’t know,die.

Dominic’s voice is nothing but heat and amusement. “Ana, who?”

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