Page 14 of Better than Revenge

I didn’t really think Zane had gotten to me as much as he did. I didn’t realize I was probably going to carry his words with me into every new relationship I had. And the idea of that makes me mad enough to do something about it. To try to figure out how to chase the ghost of him away from me.

“H…how would we do that?”

He looks down at me for so long that I’m almost certain he’s going to laugh at me and stand up to leave.

“You really want to know how?”

I know I want to figure out how to wipe any thought of that douche out of my head. “Yes.”

I stare into his big blue eyes for so long that I don’t realize what he’s doing until there’s a tug on my towel. By the time I look down to find out what he’s doing the knot holding my towel together has been untied and opened by his nimble fingers.

“What…?”

“Why don’t you forget what I’m doing or about to do and kiss me again?”

“You…want me to kiss you?”

He nods and waits for me to bring my lips to his. I can’t help but be a little nervous knowing what he is thinking about doing, thinking about all the unknowns that might happen. I can read about it all day long. It’s nothing like actually doing the real thing, especially with a man like Levi.

He doesn’t just spread the two halves of my towel right away. Instead, he lets me explore and take control of our kiss until my body starts to relax and then I feel the air hit my bare breasts. As soon as the cool caress of it crosses the tips of my nipples, I gasp and pull my mouth away from his.

He doesn’t let me get far though, taking my mouth with his and not giving me a chance to look down at what he is doing. When the back of his hand brushes against the hardened peaks all I can do is gasp into his mouth and try to fight the urge to wiggle under him.

“Shh, just little touches, kitten. Little brushes. Nothing big, nothing too much.”

He finally pulls back and lets me watch as he gently brushes his knuckles over the stiff pebbles again and again. The contrast between his hand and my breasts is…shocking. His hand is large enough to cover my entire breast if he wanted to, his skin darker than mine and a little rougher. It all reminds me this is really me doing this with him and how far he’s gotten since I stood on his doorstep and all but begged him to help me.

When he turns his hand over and brushes the sensitive skin with his palm and fingertips, I fight to hold in the moan that wells up inside of me. His hands are much rougher than mine, callused from working under cars and on motorcycles and doing…strong shit that causes calluses to grow on a hand. The touch is rough without being hurtful.

The new sensation tightens my nipples even harder and causes me to shift under him. My legs squeeze together to try to stop the liquid feelings welling up inside of me. He takes my mouth again and my arms go around his neck as I all but pull him on top of me. His hand tightens around the mound of my breast before his fingertips gently give my furled nipple a quick, gentle tug.

“Oh my God!” I jerk my mouth from his to try to drag in enough air. I try to remain stiff under him, but I realize instantly that he clocked my hips jerking off the bed.

“Easy, sweetheart, easy. There’s no rush. Just take a breath and try to feel everything.”

“I…I can’t.” It comes out in a whine as he starts to kiss down my cheek and over my jaw. “Levi…oh, um, Levi.”

“Yes, little kitten.” His mouth has moved to kiss and lick down the column of my neck, my hands cupping his head. “I shouldn’t push you but you’re god damned beautiful, sweetheart.”

I grab his head and move it so I can look into his eyes. “Are you just saying that so I’ll let you do whatever?”

“Hell, no! Wh…?” He doesn’t say anything else for what feels like days, but I logically know can’t be more than a few moments. “I get it. You’re not ready for this.”

He folds my towel back around my chest and I have to close my eyes so he doesn’t see the disappointment and tears that burn in them.

Way to go, stupid. No one can turn a man off quite like you, Tamsin. You just keep getting better and better at it. By the time all of this is done, men won’t even try, they’ll be repelled by me from afar.

“Kitten.” I don’t open my eyes. “Tamsin.”

The way he says my name has me finally opening my eyes. He must see the slimy chicken pot pie of emotions swirling through them because he uses the same hand he held my breasts with to brush against the back of my cheek.

“If that towel comes open again, your tits are going to have my tongue wrapped around them and I won’t stop there. You’re way too fucking tempting and you not having a god damned clue how beautiful you are is just an invitation for me to show you.” He leans forward to whisper in my ear. “With my cock, baby.”

My mouth forms a perfect ‘o’ as his words sink in.

“You like me touching you, sweetheart? You like me giving you just a taste of what’s going to happen soon?”

I shiver under him but somehow find the courage to nod. Oh, I more than like it. I want to ask when we can do it again.

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