Page 27 of Slow Burn
“Jesus, you taste better every single time.” Levi touches his forehead to mine and holds me tight.
The emotions that stir in those eyes send a shudder through me. Heat unfurls in my belly as he wets his lips and then he's taking my mouth again. It's still early, Amelia is still asleep in her crib, and I am suddenly so needy for him core throbs and aches.
“Levi...can...can we...” A shriek swallows my words as he tosses me expertly over his broad shoulder.
“Behave or just one of us gets to play, honey.” Levi carries me from the kitchen down the hall towards his room.
After a pause to check on Amelia, he continues on. I feel like I am on fire as he flips my body back onto the bed in one fluid motion. Levi is in just basketball shorts and I'm in just the Ladder 71 shirt I stole my first night staying here.
It's been at least two weeks since I've left his place just to change clothes. Maybe to eat. Every night, I end up back here, in this room and in this bed with him. Yesterday was the first day something more than heavy kissing and light touching happened, however.
It was as if a flickering flame ignited an inferno.
I can't breathe, I feel like my heart is thundering too hard. Too fast. It can't be healthy. My skin is on fire as Levi stands at the end of the bed. Just looking at me. His chest rising fast as his breath comes quick.
“Take your clothes off.” I am shocked that it's my voice demanding this.
“Whatever you want, baby.” Levi smirks, that crooked half smirk that he first shot me in that barn.
He hooks his hands in his shorts and with a shove, they fall to his ankles. The smirk widens when I gasp. Loudly. Levi is a big man; six feet tall, sexy, defined arms and shoulders, big hands. A chiseled torso with a dusting of sandy hair pointing to the weight hanging between his legs. Holy Jesus.
In the backseat of Hunter's borrowed Charger, Levi had shown me magic. Pleasure and a completeness I had never known before. It had been dark and rushed, hot and messy and bordering on perfect. Hours later, that perfection was shattered, but now we were reaching for perfection again.
“Seen me before, honey.” Levi whispers in the early morning sun.
“No. No, I did not see.... you. I saw the stars, both in the night sky and behind my eyes when you made me come for hours. I did not see you, Levi. Let me see you for a minute now.” Levi growls, stepping forward before I hold my hand out.
“Then let me see you too, Brynn. All of you.” Those big hands reach out and my t-shirt is torn over my head before I can argue.
I hadn't planned to argue. I want nothing more than to be bare before him now. Let him see all of me while I get to see all of him. Those deep blue eyes dark as they rake over me and I shudder. I love the way he looks at me; like I am solely his.
It’s how he looked at me the first night we met in the barn.
“You are so perfect. Are you even real?” I reach a hand out but start to snatch it back.
“Oh, I am real, honey. Feel me. I'm really real. Really here. Really yours.” Levi's fast, his fingers closing around my wrist and yanking me towards him
We both gasp as my hand flattens to his chest. Over his racing heart. My eyes flutter as I press my hand against his warm skin, counting the beats, matching them to mine. When I open my eyes again, he's watching me, his too-long on top hair shadowing his eyes and making them dark, purple almost.
“Are you real?” Levi whispers back, taking one step towards me.
“Really real. Really here,” I repeat his words, my voice trembling as I say the last two words that seal my fate, “Really yours.” I barely get the words out before his mouth is on mine, his knee shoving mine open.
“Damn right. Mine. All. Fucking. Mine.” Levi says between rough kisses that sear the truth into us both.
I don't argue that I can't stay his. Because I think I always will be his. Whether I stay here in Chicago or am forced to hightail it back to Boston. I am his. I want to be his. And for him to be mine. Amelia, too. I want both of them to be mine.
For right now, right then in the sunlight, I don't think about that. I don't think at all. I just feel. I feel his weight press against me. Feel his hands lace with mine, shoving my arms over my head. I feel his hot breath at my skin, his wet lips, his tongue. Feel his teeth sink into my shoulders, my neck.
Heat sizzles through my veins, my skin damp as I become restless beneath him. As he kisses me, tongue and teeth, one of my hands break free. I touch the line of tattoos that curve down his left arm. Tangle my fingers in his thick sandy blonde hair. Bite at his shoulder, loop my legs around his waist, tugging him closer. Needing him closer.
“Levi, please.” His thick, heavy cock is bobbing between my legs, the head nudging my swollen sex.
“Please what, honey? Need to know, Brynn. Tell me what you need.” His mouth whispers this against my breast before his lips close around my nipple. Sucking, biting, tongue swirling and pooling molten heat between my legs.
“Oh God. Please. Touch me.” I feel his mouth hike up in a smile against my breast.
“Am touching you baby. You need more? Need my touch somewhere else? Fuck knows I want to feel how wet you are for me. Because, you are, right, honey?” I nod against the bed, eyes fluttering closed as his mouth moves to my other breast.
