Page 72 of The Bad Boy's Homecoming
“I told you I would.I called to speak with you.”
“I didn’t want to hear your excuses.”
“When I signed with Tampa, they wanted me to start spring training right away.I needed to clean up my mess before I came back.”
“And now?”
“I’m back for the night, and have to leave again tomorrow.But I had to see you.”
“You don’t owe me anything, Levi.We both knew you weren’t going to stay in Sandy Point.”
“I need to tell you, I can’t stop thinking about you and I still want to find out why.”
Then he took the final step to close the space between them and reached out to slide his hand behind her neck.She leaned into him and looked up with expectation and something else.
But he couldn’t wait a second longer.He touched her lips with his thumb before crushing his mouth over hers.He wanted to brand her as his, remind her of how much he desired her.She met him there, her mouth opening on a sigh as their kiss deepened.Her hands were on his chest, moving up to circle his neck and pull him closer.He dropped the flowers to the floor to put his other hand on her waist but then sank lower to grip her full bottom.They were consumed with the need to be closer.
Before he knew it he was unbuttoning her shirt and pushing it over her shoulders to reveal her golden-brown skin.He trailed more kisses down her neck, over her shoulder, and pushed the thin material of her bra down.Licking and tasting the skin along her collarbone, his mouth sank lower to envelop the already pebbled rose-colored bud of her nipple into his mouth.He bit and sucked until she moaned and then he gripped her thighs and picked her up.Her legs straddled his waist as he carried her to the chair where she sat sometimes to study her work.
“You’re everything I want,” he said.
“Show me,” she prompted.
And that was all the encouragement he needed.Her blouse fell to the floor, then her bra.She sat straddling him and he watched as her chest rose and fell in hitching breaths.He cupped her breasts.
“You’re so beautiful.I wish I could paint you.”
She smiled, then handed him the paintbrush after dipping it in the red on her palette.He used the brush to paint down the middle of her chest, then over her abs.But his mouth was greedy to taste her and found her nipple again.He bit down just enough to hear her gasp.Before he could complain she stood and unbuttoned her jeans.
“I’ve been painting our bodies molded together from my imagination.I want to see how it will really make me feel,” she said, her voice deep with emotion.
She slid her jeans down her legs, standing in front of him in only small white panties that he wanted to rip away.Next she reached up to release her hair from the wrap she had it tied back in, letting it fall around her shoulders.Then she took the brush from him.
“My turn,” she said, pointing to him.
He removed his shirt in one fast movement and then stood to remove his jeans too.She dipped her brush in the red again and painted an M over his chest where there was no tattoo.Next she ran the cold brush down his chin and over his shoulder.But she stopped at his wrist and set the brush down.She pushed him to sit back down and gripped his throbbing length.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, and I’m on the pill.”
“I mean you’re sure about me, because I’m not here to just sleep with you and never hear from you again.I want all of you, a relationship.”
She stood over his lap on the chair, resting her hands on his shoulders as she looked him in the eyes.
“I.Am.Sure,” she said as desire coursed between them, and she slowly sank down on his aching cock, rocking back and forth to fully seat herself.He wrapped his arms around her to cradle her back as she arched into him.
Her breath was on his neck.“More,” she breathed.“I want more of you.”
She rocked again and the hum of pleasure that rolled out of her was like an aphrodisiac.Using the rungs of the chair to balance she moved up and down, finding a pace she liked.He was at her mercy and could only grip her body closer as she took control.Then his mouth found hers and she let herself go, so fast and so hard, her body tightening trying to squeeze every drop of her bliss from him, then collapsing onto his chest.
And he knew without a shadow of a doubt that this woman was his new home.He belonged to her, and he was going to do everything it took until she agreed to be his.Starting with giving her as much pleasure as possible until he filled her head with more ideas for her art.He wanted to possess her mind and body.He wanted to love her and it didn’t scare him anymore.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Missy
Cover Me Up
