Page 40 of Breaking the Habit

“You act like you just got into a huge fight with one of the world’s most skilled fighters,” she cracked.

“Everything hurts, but my forearms hurt the worst.”

“You don’t have four arms. You only have two.”

Levi let her words wash over him. She watched him with a glinting expectancy. And then it hit. He whooped with laughter.

“Damn! Did you just out-dad joke me?”

Riley shook with contained laughter, nodding. Warmth spread through him. Hell, after that? He might be in love with her now. Levi stifled a groan as he tore his shirt off. The sight wasn’t pretty. Bruises had already blossomed along his ribs and biceps.

“Oh my god,” Riley murmured as she brushed her fingers over his skin. It was meant to be consoling, but it only brought his mind back to the full woman on display. Mind over matter. And his mind wanted this. “Maybe you should take it easy. We don’t—”

“Don’t even suggest it,” Levi warned, carefully threading his legs out of his shorts. When he was left in his boxers, cock straining against his briefs like someone desperate to join the party, Riley curled up at his side.

“Then you need some TLC,” Riley said, pushing at his shoulders so he plopped back on the bed. She grinned down at him, mischief mingled with tenderness in her eyes, and he would have framed this moment if he could. Riley’s hair slipped out from behind her ears. Everything about her made his muscles go taut with expectation. Her pitch-black eyelashes. The sexy pout of her lips as she traced the ridges of his abs. Those thighs that made him lose his damn mind.

“Yeah,” Levi said, his abs jerking as she danced her cool hands near the edge of his briefs. “Lots of TLC.”

Riley urged him into the middle of the bed, and then she straddled him, those sexy thighs cinching tight on either side. He groaned, melting back into the bed.

This was exactly where he was meant to be. Trapped between Riley’s legs. Her delicious weight pinning him to the bed. He cupped her round ass cheeks in both hands, unable to prevent himself from thrusting up against her. She gasped, rocking her hips, inviting a slow bump and grind between the two of them.

Riley’s eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting as their rhythm turned serious, methodical. Levi’s aches and pains faded away as she rode his cock from above. The friction was delicious enough that he could have come this way—he really could have. With this view from below, her silky skin gliding against his, those thighs wrapped around him. Hell yes.

“Fuck, Riley.” Levi pushed himself up, his wrists aching with the effort, and wrapped his arms around her. He exhaled with satisfaction. Nowthiswas a special type of bliss. She giggled, wiggling her hips to settle on top of him in just the right spot. She hooked her ankles behind his back, and he got lost in her cleavage.

“I’m never leaving,” he mumbled into the mounds of her breasts.

“I’ll allow it for a night.” She rocked against him, snapping him out of his booby daze. “As part of your TLC.”

“Mmmm.” He tugged down the cups of her bra, and her breasts spilled free. He scooped up each pebbled, rosy nipple in his mouth, one at a time. Riley pressed her forehead to his, her hips bucking.

“Be careful,” she murmured dreamily.

“Why?” He dragged his teeth over her right nipple, watching as the emotions splayed across her face. He might have found a weak spot.

“You—It’s—” Her voice gave out as he scraped his teeth back and forth. A shudder wracked her body, and that’s when he knew. Right here. Right now. His cock pulsed in agreement, and he couldn’t wait, not for another second. He suckled at her nipple, making a slurpy noise, and then he dove for the nightstand. He was just a few inches short.

Riley blinked lazily, like coming out of her fog. “What do you need?”

“A condom.”

Clarity made steps across her face. “Oh, right.” She shifted on top of him. “I forgot about that.”

“Well, they’re kind of helpful in times like these.”

She laughed, but it died quickly. “Yeah. It’s been a long time. Let me grab it.” She clambered off him, damn near paralyzed by the sight of her underwear cutting into the mounds of her ass. He almost made her stop and get the camera.

“XL, huh?” she asked as she kneeled beside him, handing off the condom wrapper. “You know that’s not gonna fit.”

“It’ll fit fine,” he said, tearing open the wrapper. “Trust me. I know my size.”

“No, I mean…inside me.”

He dragged his gaze up to her, a slow smile crossing his face. “You don’t think?”

She shook her head. “I told you. It’s been a long time. I mean, look!” She gestured toward his cock, which had tented his briefs to an impossible height. “You’re going to impale me.”

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