Page 81 of Getting Wrapped Up

But now she was seeing the possessive side. She’d known it was there, had seen bits of it at Christmas when they’d discovered that she was supposed to be with Tucker. But this was different. This felt as if he was trying to mark her, claim her.

And she liked it.

She wanted to be his. Completely, unquestionably. It wasn’t independent, it wasn’t liberated…it wasn’t like her at all. But it was real.

At her soft moan, Levi lifted his head.

They were both breathing hard. He stared into her eyes. In spite of the fact they were in a shadowy nook between the building and a huge pickup, she could see the intent and desire in his eyes.

“You’re mine, Kate,” he said gruffly. “All mine.”

She couldn’t deny it, not even as a joke. “Yes.”

“No one else will ever know what you look like when you’re waking up in the morning, or how sexy it is to watch you put on mascara.” He ran the pads of his thumbs over the delicate skin under her eyes. “Or how smooth the skin on the back of your thigh is, right under the curve of your ass.” He ran his hand down her back to her butt, cupping the right cheek and squeezing. “Or your favorite salad dressing or the exact color of your nipples.” He dragged his thumb over the stiff peak of her left nipple.

She moaned, then bit her bottom lip. That was just like Levi—to go from salad dressing to nipples. Heck, it would be just like him to combine the two. And it was sexy and sweet and she wanted it for the rest of her life.

Everywhere he touched she felt hot and needy. She wanted her clothes off and his hot skin against hers, his big hands all over her, his naughty mouth making her squirm and beg.

“Right, Kate? No one else. Ever.”

“Right.” Her voice was breathless. “Only you.”

She hoped someone realized that her coat was still inside the bar—but it wasn’t like she was cold. In fact, she was ready to shed a layer or two right now.

And this was Sapphire Falls. Someone would bring it to her or it would still be where she left it tomorrow.

Levi wasn’t wearing a coat either but he didn’t seem to notice the twenty-degree air around them.

“And no one else will ever hear the gorgeous sounds you make when you’re sucking on me, or when my mouth is between your legs, or when you come.”

She was fully clothed, he hadn’t touched any bare skin below her neck, and she was halfway to climax already.

He was good.

Very good.

“Unless of course,” he said, rolling her nipple through her shirt, then pinching slightly, “it’s because they hear you screaming my name. As you’re inclined to do.”

She did get kind of loud with him, but the nearest house to his was two miles to the east. He was good but not that—

“Like now.” He spun her so she was facing the brick side of the bar.” “Put your hands up.”

“Levi—”

“Do it.”

She felt a hot shiver run through her. This was going to be good. Whenever Levi got that commanding tone in his voice, it was good.

He was a playboy. He loved to have a good time. He was drawn to parties like bees to honey. But he could be serious. And demanding. And it was really hot.

She put her hands on the wall, her elbows locked.

“You’re all mine and I want everyone to know it.”

She wasn’t really into being watched. She didn’t think. But there was a definite thrill to the idea that someone might see them. Or hear them.

Like any of those girls inside who had been waving their money around bidding onherman.

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