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He comes over to where I stand and cups my cheeks in both his hands. “It’s more real than anything ever has been for me. For me, it goes beyond need.”

What is he trying to tell me? Does he feel it too?

“Beyond?”

He kisses me, not a deep, soul-stealing kiss, but a soft sweet one full of promise and hope.

“Pack a bag, baby.”

I pull back a little bit. “What?”

I’m not able to figure out where this is going. It wasn’t really what I thought we were talking about or where this conversation was going.

“Pack a bag, baby. One that will last a couple of days.”

“Why?” Is this…a couple thing? Are we going away on a…vacation?

“So, you can come stay at my house. And in a couple of days, I’ll pack a bag so we can stay at your place.”

“Oh.”

“Unless it’s too fast for you. Then we can…”

“I love you!”

Shit! Damn! Mother fucker!

Why did I say that? Why did I…?

A smile breaks across his face and I’m back in his arms again. He’s probably going to make fun of me or tell me THAT is way too fast.

“Better pack two, baby.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Levi

I practically throw half her clothes into a backpack before I rush us out the door and put her on the back of my bike. She told me she loves me! How the hell am I not supposed to kidnap my kitten and whisk her away to my lair when she says perfect things like that? I can tell she’s worried, maybe about me not saying it back, maybe about how soon it is. Either way, the best way to handle her worry is to take her home with me so I can show her that I love her too.

I’ll tell her, I have no problem saying the words, but I also want to show her so she can feel it as she sees and hears it. I want to be able to show her all night long. Every night.

This time when we arrive, I barely get her helmet off before I take her backpack over one shoulder and throw her over my other shoulder so I can take the steps two at a time. No time for us to stall or put a pause on this. Not after what she’s told me. She lets out the cutest fucking squeal when I do it and I can’t help but give her ass a swat just to make her tremble. She likes it when I do it and I like doing it so it works out well.

I love that she’s more than okay with PDA too. A lot of the women in my past haven’t been alright with that. They wanted the bragging rights but not the actual blowback from showing up with me in public. Tamsin doesn’t fucking care what other people think. If I’m not touching her, she touches me. She’s who I should have been looking for all along. I knew it from the first moment I saw her. That’s why I never fucked around with another woman after our eyes met across the room.

I don’t set her down once we’re inside. I drop her bag on my couch and head for the bedroom. I flip her over, so she ends up bouncing on the big bed, laughing. She might be worried or nervous but she’s still comfortable enough, safe enough, to laugh with me. I follow her down as she giggles and tries to roll away. It’s like she knows I love the chase.

I easily grab her and roll so she’s sitting on top of me, and I can look up into those bright bedroom eyes. I run my hand over her legs and get pissed at her leggings for being in the way. I want skin on skin, breath on skin, tongue on skin. I want it all. I sit up making her gasp out as I take the hem of her shirt and yank it over her head. It winds up being thrown somewhere behind me. The bra she put on to leave her apartment is tossed on the other side and lands on a chair.

Instead of being timid, she yanks my shirt off and tosses it too. I’m pretty sure it goes over the balcony to land somewhere in the living room. Her hands fan out on my chest and her tongue comes out to lick her lips seductively. She doesn’t mean to, but it is, especially the way she’s staring at me. Her eyes follow where her hands go and my dick is steel.

It gets even harder when she brings her mouth down on my collarbone and drags her tongue across it before nipping at the place where my shoulder and neck meet. Little sex kitten! She runs her nails over my back, and I can’t hold back anymore. I pitch forward so I’m on top of her this time. She laughs and more than welcomes my mouth on hers.

I grab her leggings and pull them off without ever taking my mouth off hers. She’s only in a pair of panties now, her lips swollen from my kisses, her skin flushed with the touch of my hands. She makes me feel like a damned god.

When she tries to reach for my jeans, I grab her wrists and pin them beside her head.

“Oh no, baby. I’m eating that little pussy before we do anything else. And if I get naked…I’m going to be inside you!”

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