Page 132 of Never Die for a Sinner
It’s been less than twenty-four hours, and yet I feel like I’ve been touch-starved for most of my life.
No . . . scratch that.Levi-starved. I need him like my next breath, and I absolutely hate it.
Placing my hands on his chest, I shove him back, but it’s like shoving at the side of a mountain. He doesn’t budge. I turn my head to the side, gasping for breath, and he takes the opportunity to kiss down the side of my throat, nipping over the racing pulse point in my throat.
“I hate you,” I seethe, and he chuckles darkly. He breathes deeply, his face in the crook of my neck like he’s inhaling my scent. His lips glide over my racing pulse, and my stomach erupts with butterflies when he lets out a quiet groan.
He presses closer, his cock hard against my stomach, when he pushes his body into mine, and I lose all train of coherent thought.
“I know,” he murmurs against my skin. “And it makes me so fucking hard. All I can think about is bending you over the hood of my car and showing this entire party whose cock you’re begging for. But I’m too selfish, baby girl. Only I get to see you come. Hear your breathless little moans. Watch you come alive under my fingers.”
My cheeks flame, and my hand falls, my nails digging into the tree bark at my back when he rims the shell of my ear. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this turned on in my life.
All it would take to stop this is my safe word. I know that the moment it left my lips, he’d stop. Still . . . even as I contemplate it, I know I don’t want to.
Maybe he’s right. Maybe I am pathetic. Pathetic because I want him, knowing he will never feel the same way about me.
Levi aligns his body with mine, shoving his knee between my legs. His denim-clad thigh grinds against my pussy, and I bite back a moan at the delicious friction.
“You think he could make you completely shatter the way I do, Ava?” Levi rasps, rolling me against him so my clit drags against his thigh. It’s absolutely maddening.
And then it dawns on me.
Oh my God . . .
“You’re jealous.”
Levi Cross is jealous because another man is interested in me. I almost can’t believe it.
“I’m far from jealous, sweetheart,” he lies. He nips my bottom lip to prove his point. “You think he is, though?” He kisses a path down my face to my jaw, then lower to my ear, and his nosebrushes along the smooth column of my neck. “Do you think he’s behind a tree, watching us while he jacks off like the loser he is?”
“Levi,” I growl, but I can’t deny that what he’s doing feels good. That there’s not a soul on this planet that could make me feel quite like he can.
“Tell me, Ava,” he breathes. “Do you think I won’t break his fingers for trying to touch what isn’t his?”
“And who’s going to break your fingers?”
His lips tip up at the corner. “You think anyone would have the power to drag you away from me? You think I’d even let them get close?”
“Levi, we can’t do this. Not here. We’re in public and I’m . . .”
“You’re what, Ava? Pissed off? Hurt?”
I shake my head, not wanting to hear what he has to say. I turn my head away because if he’s going to insult me again, I can’t bear to look at him.
“Why are you here? If you’re going to punish me, just get it over with.” I force myself to meet those piercing blue eyes. I may as well be staring down the center of the sun with the heat scorching in them. “What do you want from me?”
With a soft chuckle, his fingers tighten on my hip, like he’s afraid I might try to run. I would, if I weren’t so desperate for his touch.
“Something about you draws me in,” he murmurs, low in my ear. Like saying these things out loud is too much. “Something about you is so fucking addictive to me, I can’t think about anything other than this. Dragging you to my bed and fucking you until all you can feel is me. Have you moaning my name and begging for me with every breath?”
I try to shove at his chest, but he holds steady, unmoving.
“Say your safe word, Ava, and it all goes away,” he growls under his breath.
A shiver slips up my spine with his breath at my ear, his thigh drawing the fire burning in my veins to a scorching inferno. I’m powerless to stop the pleasure coursing through my veins.
His hand slips down my stomach, over my top until he reaches the hem of my dress.
