Page 118 of Taken By Storm

Perfect.

Levi pulled away from her, catching her slight wince. A gentleman might feel guilt for using her so hard, but all Levi felt was pride.

Regardless…

“Sorry,” he whispered, dropping down next to her on the bed, pulling her toward him so she could use his chest as a pillow.

“I’m not. That was so fucking hot.”

“I was rough.”

Kasi toyed with his beard as she lifted her head. “Just the way I like it.”

He kissed the top of her head. “You were made for me.”

She placed several soft kisses on his chest, the two of them lying together.

Peace after passion.

Levi closed his eyes, though he didn’t sleep, simply soaking up the wonder of holding his girl in his arms.

In their bed.

In their house.

On their farm.

Life didn’t get any better than this.

“I’m starving. Let’s eat,”Levi said, sitting up slowly. He and Kasi had dozed nearly an hour, the sun slipping lower as afternoon was giving way to evening. They’d split a softpretzel at the brewery, intending to order a pizza before their confrontation with Scottie.

Kasi lay on her stomach, groaning like a teenager refusing to get out of bed in the morning for school.

“I’m comfy,” she murmured.

Levi slapped her bare ass playfully. “Come on. Your dad and Keith will be closing the stand soon.”

“Hmph,” she grumbled, rising slowly.

Once they were dressed, they ventured into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator in search of food. Levi pulled out some steaks Kasi had thawing.

“Steak and eggs?” he suggested.

“Sounds yummy. Let me see if Keith and Daddy are joining us. Then I’ll chop up some red potatoes for hash browns.”

Her brother quickly replied that he and their father had decided to grab fast food and go see a movie together. While Levi enjoyed their company, he was thrilled to have Kasi all to himself for an evening.

The two of them cooked, their movements around the kitchen natural after so many nights spent baking together. As always, Kasi fired up some music on Spotify and synced it with a small speaker that sat on the kitchen counter.

Once their meal was prepared, they sat at the table, eating as they laughed about Scottie’s face when Sam announced his intention to run for mayor.

“I can’t believe he didn’t tell you,” Kasi mused.

“In his defense, we haven’t seen each other at all this week. I’ve been here a lot, and he and Jace were in that brewhouse from dawn to dusk getting everything ready for the Oktoberfest kickoff. I’m not surprised though. Sam is a lot like Dad, committed to Gracemont and a firm believer in community service. I think he’d make a hell of a mayor. Not sure there’sanyone in town—with the exception of Edith Millholland—who loves Gracemont more.”

“I really hope he wins,” Kasi said.

“If the reaction of those patrons at the brewery is anything to go on…”

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