Page 35 of Levi

“Aw, I figured maybe you had a crush on me or something, and she was jealous,” he jokes, but the accuracy of his guess hits me square in the feels. It’s like I’m transported back in time to when I had fallen for the cute boy who liked to spend time with me. Only, while I was asking his friend how to get through to Levi and get his attention, he was using that time to get with my sister.

That was the part that hurt the most, that he threw away our friendship to be with my sister when the only reason my sister was with him, at least in the beginning, was because she refused to let me be happy.

I’m almost positive she was allergic to my happiness and did anything she could to subvert it, including making sure I was miserable whenever she was around.

“Wishful thinking,” I laugh, as I turn back to lay my head down on the pillow.

“Yeah, Angel, that’s the story of my life,” he says with a shrug before lying back down. “Tell me more about you and your sister.”

“That’s a story for another night. It’s…complicated,” I tell him. I know he won’t like my avoidance, but I really don’t feel like going down that rabbit hole tonight, especially when I’ve just started to process how my relationship with Ally has changed.

“I get it,” he says, his eyes softer than usual, more tender as he looks at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. It’s raw, unnerving, and feels damn near violating, yet I could soak up his gaze for hours. The feeling of his eyes on me charges me up, makes me feel almost electric.

My eyes drop to his lips again, lips I’ve missed, lips I’ve dreamed about.

“Quinn,” Levi growls, his voice low and seductive, hitting my brain in just the right way to drive me wild. “You can't look at me like that.”

“Like what?” I ask as I watch him, forcing myself to stay still as I feel myself being tugged toward him, almost like our lips are magnetic. The pull between us is nearly too much, as if we’re two halves just begging to be whole.

“Like I'm your next meal,” he says as his eyes fall back down to my lips.

“Maybe I wish you were,” I whisper, finally allowing myself to slowly drift toward him as he leans in.

“But…you said...” Levi grits out, his eyes bouncing from my eyes back down to my lips. “You said we couldn’t.”

“I know what I said,” I tell him, freezing once again, even though Slutty Quinn wants to climb him like a tree right now—and he knows it.

Down, girl. Your time to shine will come.

I’ve gotten us this close; I want him to choose what he wants, to make the decision.

I want him to know that he wants me, and to want me enough to make the damn move. Either he’s going to kiss me, or he won’t, but I’m not going to decide for him.

“You said it was for good reason,” Levi mumbles, obviously confused. At least that means it’s working. Mr. Sure-Of-Himself is not often confused or unsteady when he talks; he’s always smooth, saying exactly what he needs to.

But to catch him off guard a bit…I like that way more than I should from a man who I only used to expect orgasms from. Vulnerability was not something I expected from him tonight—at least not in the way he’s showing it now.

Vulnerability for us has always been just having the ability to be ourselves in the bedroom. Being able to enjoy the things we like, knowing the other won’t judge, especially when our interests benefit each other. In reality, it’s simple. Levi likes to be in charge, likes to take control in the bedroom, and me? I like to submit.

Sort of a symbiotic relationship, in a fucked-up way.

His eyes watch me intently, but he’s frozen in place like he can’t quite get a grip on the situation. So I help him the only way I know how.

Sass.

“Are we hard of hearing, Mr. Crosby? I know what I said,” I tease, and his eyes darken, causing my internal cheering right now that I have this effect on this man.

Yet he still doesn’t move.

Smirking up at him, I tap my finger against my lip in thought. “You know, I’ll have to tell my uncle if you’re having hearing problems because it might affect your play. Should we get you checked in case you need hearing aids? Maybe one too many hits to the head knocked something loose, but it’s understandable. I mean, you’re getting ol?—”

“Fuck this,” he growls as he lunges forward.

Slamming into me, his lips crash down onto mine like a hurricane, swallowing me whole. There’s nothing sweet or gentle about his kiss, and it’s damn sure to leave a mark by morning. And like the emotional masochist I tend to be, I fall straight into the center of it.

Or over it, as his hand grabs my hip, pulling me until I'm straddling him, my hands immediately falling to his biceps as I struggle to keep my balance. His hands move into my hair, tugging me down even further until our bodies are flush together, nothing between us except the clothes covering our bodies, and I feel everything—and I mean everything—as he grinds his hips up just right. His hard dick rubbing against my clit in the perfect way to give me the smallest taste of ecstasy.

Just enough to drive me wild and keep me hooked, like all the worst drugs do.

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