Page 37 of Breaking the Habit

“We can’t do this here,” she said, the words barely making it out. His cock waspressingagainst her vagina. And it could only be his cock, unless he’d hidden an iron rod in his pants somehow without her noticing. The heat and friction of it, pressed to her pussy, made thoughts nearly impossible.

He bit his lower lip, eyes hooded with desire. She’d never been looked at like this, not even by Braden. Maybe she’d never known what true passion felt like. Because this right here? This was blowing the lid off everything that came before it.

And they hadn’t even fucked.

“Let’s go to your house,” he murmured, voice lazy. His abs flexed as he rolled against her so slowly. She gasped when his cock pushed against her panties injustthe right spot.

“I…” She clamored for a response, knowing somewhere that wasn’t possible. But why? Her mouth hung open and she stared at the ceiling for a moment, trying to recall anything from her life. Where did she live? Who did she live with? Would Levi always gyrate against her like this?

“It’ll be the easiest,” he whispered, then tugged at her earlobe with his teeth.

“You’re right,” she murmured, but as soon as the words came out, everything came crashing back to her. Her roommate. Her house. The situation with Nikki’s mom and the ice machine. “Oh, God! We can’t!”

Levi didn’t let her enthusiasm dull the decision. “Oh, come on.”

“No. M-my roommate, is…” Her words dissipated once Levi hoisted her again, his lips brushing the side of her neck. A shiver wracked her body. “My roommate has family in tonight. They’re going to be—”

“We’ll be quiet.”

Her eyes fluttered shut. She laced her arms around his neck, wondering if anything had ever felt thisgoodbefore. This solid. “No. Her mom is a light sleeper, and her sister will be there. We’ve had conversations about this. The ice maker clicks. I can’t—”

Levi grunted, his lips leaving a damp trail over the fabric of her dress covering her chest. He nipped at where the cleavage would be. “Yeah, you won’t be quiet when I get my hands on you. Let’s get a room.”

She huffed. “Levi, I—that’s—”

“I’ll pay.”

“No.” She frowned. “That seems…like a little much.”

“We’ll go get your car, and fuck in the backseat, then.”

His ideas were getting worse. She deflated. “Why can’t we go to your place?”

He paused, and some of the romantic airs evaporated between them. “Uh…that’s not really an option.”

“Why?”

Levi jerked his head. “I’m…not set up for that.”

“You have an apartment, right?”

Levi stilled, something strange clouding his face.

“Levi?”

“Yeah, it’s just…” He lowered her slightly, so her ass touched the dressing room table again. She nibbled her lip, feeing like someone had stuck a pin in their overinflated sex balloon.

“Then…maybe tonight’s not the night,” she said softly, pressing her palms to the flatness of his chest. “It’s fine. My roommate’s family won’t be in town for very long, so—”

Levi sighed tersely, squeezing his eyes shut. He hoisted her again, which prompted a soft gasp. Then he shook his head. “No. We’ll go to my place.”

Chapter 12

Levi’s lips buzzed, and his heart pounded, and every step toward his apartment had him questioning if this was the stupidest mistake of his life.

Riley’s kisses in the back of the ride share to his apartment building told him no, this was smart, very smart.

But his gut told a different story.

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