Page 24 of Breaking the Habit

She dropped her phone and covered her face with her hands. Fiona cackled at her side.

“You two are sexting already, aren’t you?”

Riley could only scream into her palms. She scooped up her phone, rereading his words. His admission sent fire ripping through her veins. Good thing he was elsewhere, because if he was even within a quarter-mile radius, she was ready to hunt him down and mount this man.Sexiest thighs.Why did that ring as the hottest possible response? If he’d complimented her lips or her ass, it would have sounded cliché. But not Levi. He was a whole different league.

He’d called her bootypsychedelic, for god’s sake.

LEVI: Sorry. Wasn’t supposed to say that. Forgive me?

RILEY: I’ll allow it. Just this once.

LEVI: Would you allow something else just once?

Riley breathed heavily as she typed out her response. All of this was so wrong…but it felt so good. Dammit, she’d missed the thrill of attraction. The question marks of a crush.

“Oh my god, theyaresexting!” Nikki screeched.

Riley swatted in the air, but reached neither of them. She couldn’t concentrate on anything other than this conversation.

RILEY: Depends on what it is. And don’t say sex.

LEVI: I don’t even know what sex is.

RILEY: Something tells me you’re not a virgin.

LEVI: I guess you’ll have to find out. Have dinner with me?

LEVI: Like, not where I bring you your favorite curry OF ALL TIME or anything

LEVI: But where I take you out and wine and dine you and act a perfect gentleman who does not bring up sex

LEVI: not even once

LEVI: not even if you demand it

LEVI: or beg for it

Riley crumpled against the couch. This was a losing battle, and it seemed wisest to give in. Raise the white flag. Surrender and let Levi have his way with her thighs, which she’d enjoy, probably too much. At this point, every damn thing he sent her was an aphrodisiac. Stoking that fire inside her that masturbation couldn’t touch, no matter how often she rubbed one out.

But still, she couldn’t make it easy. Because what if this was just a passing fancy? She didn’t want to be a flavor of the week, either.

Riley and Levi texted off and on the rest of the night. And when it came time for bed, she was so amped up that sleep wouldn’t arrive. Clearly, the only way forward was to masturbate.

Her panties were embarrassingly damp. The whole evening receiving Levi’s quips and disguised come-ons dotting the background of her mind like the constellation of freckles on his perfect, square shoulders meant that she was so turned on, she could have come if he’d texted her “goodnight.”

And god, she wished he could be here instead of her hand. As her fingers slipped and slid over the stiff peak of her clit, her hips bucked, searching for the weight of Levi’s body. She tried to imagine what his breath might sound like at her ear, or the throaty rumble that might come out of him if her fingers danced along the swollen ridge of his cock. Tried to feel those biceps straining around her. The heart-racing moment after his cock slipped inside her.

She came hard and way faster than normal. Because she was primed for it. Not just from editing the photos of his incredible fights, but because she’d been staring at him andcraving himsince the day she’d met him. As her pelvis jerked and pleasure left hot trails through her limbs, she could only think of one thing:

How much longer could she postpone experiencing the real thing?

She didn’t want to be on sabbatical anymore.

She wanted Levi inside her.

The next day, Riley knew a gym day was in order. Not for the chance to casually cross paths with Levi, of course. Strictly for physical well-being. She’d gotten out of her routine with the excitement of Levi entering her life. She needed to burn off some of this sexual frustration.

And if she ran into Levi, so be it.

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