Page 81 of The Bad Boy's Homecoming
Spreading her arms wider she leaned forward more.“Prove it, baby.”
And he dropped to his knees.She could feel his mouth on the backs of her thighs, her bottom and then one soft smack of her ass.
“Is that okay?”
“Yes,” she gasped.“I like it.”
“I want to learn everything you like.I do know one thing,” he said as he spread her legs wider.
“Oh?”
Then he ran his tongue along both sides of her lips, before he blew his breath along her seam.“I know you like my kisses here.”And then he open-mouth kissed her, driving his tongue inside her, and she saw literal stars.
Gripping the side of the table she slid even lower until her face was flat against the mirror and her legs began to shake.
“I won’t last if you keep that up,” she breathed.But Levi’s tongue was on a mission to taste all of her and drive her over the edge within minutes.With each plunge of his tongue and then when he smacked her other cheek, her body exploded into pieces.As she came down from the sensation of her entire body being wrung out, Levi stood and gripped her hips.She could feel his long length pressing her swollen heat and she pushed back to get closer.Even now she wanted more of him and she smiled knowing he was hers to have.This unexpected man was everything and there was no stopping how much she needed him in every way.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Levi
My Girl
Levi knew itwould be tough being back in Atlanta after all the coverage on him signing with Tampa and speculation over why.And it was clear the majority of Atlanta fans thought he’d betrayed them by leaving.Fans didn’t realize most of the things they thought they knew about him were made up.It didn’t even matter that he’d cleared his name as Sara’s baby’s daddy.He was just seen as the Bad Boy who slept with his teammate’s girlfriend and then ruined their favorite team by leaving and signing with Tampa.
It shouldn’t matter, because he’d rarely be in Atlanta after this event, but this had been the team he’d worshipped as a kid.His dad’s favorite team, and the one he’d let turn him into something he wasn’t, just so he could be a part of it.
“Hey, is something wrong?”Missy asked as they sat in the café at the art museum in Atlanta’s art district.
He’d wanted to try to keep her in bed most of the day, but since they didn’t have the chance to really date, he planned to pack in as much as they could in the thirty-six hours they were together.Missy’s event wasn’t until later that night, and then he’d have to head back to Tampa the following afternoon.Her nerves were a bit on edge but walking through the museum of old works of art seemed to help ground her.
“It’s strange being back in Atlanta.You know I lived here for nine years.”
She reached out to rest her hand on his leg, where she sat next to him.“I’m sorry I’ve been so focused on the show.I didn’t even consider how hard this trip would be for you.I didn’t really get how famous you were until yesterday.”
He laughed.“I’m not famous, only a couple thousand baseball fans would even be able to pick me out of a lineup.”
As if on cue a young man working in the café stepped up, “Hey, Mr.Bad, can I get your autograph?”
“Sure.”Levi took the kid’s pen and signed on a napkin from the museum.
“You think you’ll stay in Tampa, or you just waiting for Atlanta to make you a better offer?”
“Oh no I’m in Tampa for good.Who’s your team?”
“I’m a Boston fan, so that is good news to me, but Atlanta fans hate you now.”
Levi nodded.“So who’s the autograph for?”
“My manager—he’s off today, but he won’t believe you were here.He’ll be so pissed he missed meeting you.”
“Great, maybe you can get a day off with that.”
The kid laughed and Levi stood.
“Are you ready?”he said to Missy, recognizing their private stop at the café was over.
“Sure.”She grabbed her cup of tea and accepted his hand.
