Page 59 of Breaking the Habit

“Good idea.”

Levi shut the front door as Riley drew the drapes closed, save for the sunlight peeking in at the edges. They had their own sexy haven here, well-scented with blues crooning in the background. Levi’s heart thumped strangely. He met her in the middle of the studio, cupping her face before trailing his fingers down the sides of her body. He grabbed healthy handfuls of her ass and then hoisted her easily into his arms. She giggled, hooking her ankles behind his back.

“Oh, that’s right,” she murmured, pressing her forehead to his. “You’re all healed up now.”

“Mm-hmm.” He brushed his lips against hers. “Now I can fuck you exactly how I want to.”

“And how’s that?”

His lips curled up, a devious smile spreading. “Right over there on that counter.”

Chapter 19

Riley felt like she’d been wrung out, chopped into pieces, and then reassembled by Levi’s loving hands. It didn’t make sense. She could go from hating him to swooning to dying for him in the span of a half hour, and if that wasn’t a sign of craziness, she didn’t know what was.

She couldn’t keep her lips off him either. Even when she tried to break for air, she couldn’t. She clawed at his sturdy arms, needing more of him. Wrapped around her. Buried inside her. Voice at her ear. Filling her in every way imaginable.

Something had shifted between them. When he’d shown up at the tail end of her portrait session, she’d seen the look sear across his face at finding another man in his studio. That had been the beginning of the end of her resistance. He’d fired the warning shot—I’m here to win you over, and you’re going to take it—and she’d tried to put up a good fight, but it was useless.

Against these arms, these juicy kisses, this solid chest he’d offered like a pillow to wipe up her tears? She didn’t stand a chance of staying mad. Even though she’d tried to stay firm, something about Levi invited her to open up. And she’d fallen for it. Cracked herself wide open.

Levi kicked through the door leading to the darkroom and office space. She flicked on the lights with the toe of her boot, and he hummed with appreciation.

“Right here.” He brought her over to one of the work tables in the center of the room. This was where she laid out prints, inspected them for clarity. The only thing being laid out now washer.

“I’ve never had sex in my studio before,” she whispered, as if somehow they might be overheard. As if the unused film around them might spontaneously imprint the experience if alerted.

“Even better.” Levi tugged her boots off, and then her socks. She giggled once her feet were bare, wiggling her toes in the air. Levi released the hooks of her overalls.

“You’re the only girl I know who can pull these off,” he said as the black denim crumpled around her waist.

His big hands pushed over the front of her rib cage, cupping the mounds of her breasts through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. Her breath hitched, and she arched herself toward him. She needed more of this electric touch, which was as potent as their fiery night at his apartment.

“But nowI’mgoing to pull them off,” he said, scraping his teeth against her neck. She giggled.

“Have you always been the biggest jokester in the room?”

“Maybe not the biggest, but definitely always the best looking.”

Riley threw her head back and laughed as Levi tugged the overalls past her ass and peeled them off her body. When she was dressed only in her panties and T-shirt, Levi hummed with appreciation.

“Why are you so hot?” Levi asked, scraping his teeth over her collar bone. “It’s not fair.”

“I should ask you the same.” She hooked her ankles behind his back, bringing him crashing against her pelvis. She could already feel his cock pressing against her crotch. “It makes me do stupid things.”

“Oh yeah?” Levi tipped his head to the side as he hoisted her ass in his hands. He rolled his pelvis against hers in a slow circle. The friction of the hard ridge in his pants against her pussy made her gasp. “Stupid like what?”

“Like let you to fuck me in my own dark room.”

The laugh that came out of him was as sexy as it was suggestive, and suddenly, Riley was desperate to see this man. Every inch of him. She clawed at his shirt, urging it up and over his head. When his sun-kissed skin was on display, she sighed with relief. The sprinkling of dark chest hair, the familiar ridges of his abs. The freckles that splayed over his shoulders and down his back like a constellation, a map to a world that only she knew.

His body was comfortable to her somehow. Comfortable yet still provocative. Made her want to nest inside him and jump around and kiss him until her lips fell off.

He made her fucking crazy.

Levi fumbled with his wallet for a moment, retrieved a condom, and then shoved his shorts down to his ankles. Riley ran her hands over his biceps as he opened the wrapper, memorizing the drool-worthy landscape of his muscles with her fingertips. It seemed like every muscle on his body flexed with the most mundane of movements. If Levi blinked, it might still count as an ab workout.

He tugged her panties down, and then his big hands scooped beneath her ass cheeks. That fiery gaze swept over her again.

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