Page 36 of Breaking the Habit

“You know…I didn’t tell you earlier.” Levi’s gaze scorched a path up her thighs. “You look fucking killer today.”

All the skin of her legs prickled under his attention, and her legs parted, practically of their own volition. Like urging this along to its final destination.

“Did you dress like this for me?” Levi asked, his cinnamon gaze making her insides seize.

And there was something in his question, the simple honesty of it, an innocence that broke her open. Yes. She fuckinghaddressed this way for him. And damn, it felt good to be noticed.

“I did,” she whispered, scooting farther down the edge of the dressing room table, until she completely faced him, their hips squaring off. He hadn’t touched her yet. And maybe he never would. The wait made her antsy. She spread her legs further, trying to send him a message he couldn’t ignore.

Levi sucked at his teeth, his gaze falling to her legs again. He reached out, fingers grazing her calf. She bit at her bottom lip, containing the moan that threatened to spill out.

Because that wasn’t cool—reaching orgasm from the brush of a calf.

No, she was a sexually experienced woman in her mid-twenties, and she needed toact like it.

“Do you know—” Levi wet his bottom lip, his eyes fastened to his hand traveling up the side of her leg. “How long I’ve wanted to do this?”

“Since yesterday?” she teased, similarly unable to see anything other than his busted hand, calloused and rough, cresting her knee, pushing up along the swell of her thigh.

“Much longer than that.” He pushed his palm around the side of her leg, fingertips pushing under the fabric of her dress. His gaze swept up to find hers. “Since the day I met you.”

“I knew that,” she whispered, her breath hitching as Levi came to standing. His square shoulders and square abs and square jaw and square everything filled her view. Her legs splayed open farther as he stepped forward, filling the space there, as if he was made for it.

Because he was.

It was obvious the second his heat filled the space between her legs that something very special existed between them. It wasn’t fireworks, per se, but something deeper and more catastrophic, like a supernova, one that could eradicate a galaxy. Riley didn’t know how to explain it, other than up was down, and Levi completed her, and the man hadn’t even kissed her yet but she was already teetering on the brink of orgasm.

His rough hand cupped the side of her face. With him only inches away, she’d devolved into a totally useless, sputtering mess. All she could do was stare at him and hang on for the ride.

“Your legs,” he whispered, his breath coming out hot against the shell of her ear, “have been in my fantasies for the last six weeks.”

“Sounds like a serious problem,” she said, trying to make light of it, but her voice barely worked anymore, so this was basically hopeless.

“It is.” Levi’s lips brushed her ear lobe, and she shuddered against him, unable to harness the physical sensations occurring. Fiona had been right. A year and a half off had beentoo damn long.

Levi’s thumb traced along the edge of her jaw, then he gripped her chin, guiding her face upward. He searched her eyes before leaning forward, brushing his lips against hers. The kiss was magically sweet—something so at odds with the physical display of brutality she’d seen less than a half hour ago that her entire body rioted at the softness.

She needed more. So much more.

Riley grabbed for him, her palm meeting the slick skin of his chest. That’s when he deepened the kiss, turning it into Level One Supernova. His tongue found hers, hungry and seeking. His arms encircled her, bringing her body flush against his, and that’s when everything started to blur together into a seamless stream of kisses.

All she cared about was his lips—his perfect, plump lips that seemed to have been made for her mouth. She needed these lips all the time. And if she expected to survive after these kisses, well—she’d need to seriously investigate how to do that.

Levi moaned through a kiss, guttural and raw. She shivered against him, and he cinched his arms tighter around her.

“Levi,” she gasped when the kiss broke.

He squeezed the flesh of her hips, then moved his hands down to her ass cheeks. One healthy squeeze sent all her fluids and rationale jolting for her pussy. She squeaked, pressing her forehead into his chest.

“Mm-hmm,” he said, his pelvis grinding into hers.

Her eyes fluttered shut. This wasn’t fair. This wasn’tallowed. Every single thing he did felt amazing and promisedthesexual encounter of her life. Except they were here—in the dressing room.

This was not where she wanted it to happen.

“Levi,” she said again, he lips brushing his collarbone. “We can’t…”

“What?” He pressed his lips to her temple, hoisting her against him. “Finish your sentence so I can tell you how wrong you are.”

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