Page 31 of Dirty Player

Oomph.

He grabs my arms and lets out the sexiest grumbling sound I’ve ever heard. “You need to stop doing that.”

“Sorry.” I bite my lip, and he makes that sound again.

“I’ll just order an Uber. Thank you, though.” My words come out choppy and I’m unsure what the protocol is here.

Yesterday we were screaming at each other. Today he’s...god, he’s running his hands up and down my arms.

Warming me.

But I’m burning up. I want him to kiss me. My eyes lift to his, half filled with a question.

“Levi—”

Beep.

“Get in the car, Kaylee,” he rumbles, then opens the door and waits.

I climb into the Maserati and nestle into the soft leather as he tosses his sports bag in the trunk then drops into the driver’s seat. We don’t speak as he fires up the engine with a roar. Actually, it’s more a purr.

Without thinking, I reach for the seat warmer button and push it. As I did when we were dating.

My finger halts after and I glance at him.

His eyes hold mine for half a second, then he lifts them to the mirror and reverses out of the parking space.

With his foot on the pedal, and I’m sure there is a bit more gas than is needed, Levi drives out of the Hawkes’ parking lot, and we hit the highway.

This is not at all how I saw today ending.

CHAPTER SEVEN

LEVI

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“You want me to drop you at your house or your parents’?” I ask Kaylee, then wonder if she is still living in the same place.

She might have moved.

For all, I know, she has a boyfriend.

My teeth clench at the thought of her with another man. I might have had photos of her and Colby shoved down my throat, but she wasn’t with him for long.

Who knows, she might be in a relationship with someone I don’t know.

“Or wherever,” I grind out.

“I want to see Dad,” Kaylee answers, and I immediately feel like a dick.

Her dad was just in hospital and all I’m thinking about is her waking up with some guy wrapped around her body.

“So what’s the story?” I widen my thighs to get comfortable and glance down at her.

My little kitten.

She’s so tiny, sitting in the black leather seat of my Maserati. I forgot how much I like seeing her in it.

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