Page 12 of Better than Revenge

I gasp and try to lift my hand away, but he holds it there.

“Don’t pull away, baby. You ever touch one?”

Is he being mean right now? “You know I haven’t.”

“You could have brushed against one or sat on one accidentally.”

“Yeah, that never happened.” He grins like he’s up to the most mischievous shit anyone has ever been up to.

He pulls me close and when he speaks, the tiny hairs he’s moving close to my neck tickle, “You should get used to feeling it, baby. I’m gonna be hard for you every time you’re in the same room.”

Oh, wow!

It feels huge under my fingertips and I can’t help but tighten my grip to try to figure out how thick it is. He moves his hips under me and moans causing my eyes to fly to his when they had been glued to where my hand was. He doesn’t blush or shy away but instead drops his hand over mine so we both slide up and down on the length hidden under the denim.

“Anytime you want to meet with him, baby, you just say the word.”

Oh my God!

“I don’t…not right now.” God, I hope that doesn’t piss him off. “You said we’d go slow.”

“I did. And we will. But never doubt how fucking hot and desirable you are, kitten. All you got to do when you’re in doubt is to look down.”

I nod and he releases my hand which I automatically take away. This time when I take his shirt in my hand it’s in a tight grasp that kind of seems like I’m trying to hang on to him instead of floating away.

“I am interested in taking a look at those books but for right now, let’s watch a movie and chill, maybe kiss some more.”

“Okay. Yes. That sounds…,” safer, “good. Let’s do that.”

One thing is for sure. Levi certainly knows how to take my mind off everything but the present. And if he keeps staying until way early in the morning, we won’t have to tell what’s-his-name about us, everybody else in town will do the job for us.

Chapter Eleven

Levi

I don’t get to see her the next day but on Saturday I show up at her door because we agreed to go out with her friend Sophie, and her boyfriend, Max. I figured it might be best to give her a little breathing room after we went so far the last time. Instead of taking it slow, I wound up with her breast in my hand testing the weight and she had a grip on my cock. So, yeah, the day off was probably needed if we didn’t want to wind up in bed before our first real fake date.

I can’t help but wonder how she’s going to handle being on the back of my bike. I can’t help but walk differently on my way to her door. I’ve got a cocky strut that tells everyone who looks just exactly what I’ve been doing with my girl. If Zane ever sees me, I won’t need words to tell him what’s been going on.

I knock but she doesn’t answer, and I can’t help but wonder if she snuck out to grab us food again even though it’s my turn to feed us. But when I text her, she doesn’t text me back. Instead, she calls.

“Levi,” I can hear what sounds like the shower in the background, “shit, I’m so sorry. I’m running late. My spare key is under the little ladybug in the flowerpot. Just go ahead and come on in. I’ll be out in just a few minutes.”

I already have the key in my hand when she speaks again.

“Also, can you come grab my phone? I’m pretty sure the floor is already soaked and the way my day is going I’ll probably drop it or it will fall. Thanks.”

My temper flairs so high I can barely see as I let myself in. She just really asked me to come into her home while she was naked in the shower and then invited me into the same freakin’ room. I pocket the key so it’s not going to be put back under that damned ladybug and go to find my fake girlfriend. If I find out Zane knows about her spare, I might change my mind about killing him.

I shut and lock the door behind me. Her music is turned up so loud she couldn’t possibly hear an intruder if one broke in. I walk into her room where the music and shower are louder. Clothes are laid out on a chair and her bed is unmade. I walk to the half-closed door and open it. There’s a puddle on the floor and her phone is haphazardly perched on a towel that looks like it might fall too. But the thing that has my complete and total attention is the woman behind the shower curtain.

Does she realize the thing is backlit, so she becomes an erotic shadow putting on a show for me?

“Tamsin.”

“Hi, Levi. Just make yourself comfortable and I’ll be out in just a second.”

“You let every guy you date know where your spare key is, baby?”

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