Page 186 of Never Die for a Sinner
I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I need to feel his hands on me. I need him to claim me.
Mostly, I just need him to fuck me and remind me who I belong to.
Hauling me to him, his lips crash against mine, and he lets out a groan. Hoisting me up into his arms, his hands fist the material of my dress. Anyone could walk around the corner and see us, but I’m past caring. I know he won’t let anything happen to me.
“This dress . . .” he rasps. “I want to fucking burn it.
“Don’t,” I whisper in between kissing him and slipping my tongue along his scar. I’ve found he secretly likes it, and when he shivers, a rush of triumph consumes me. “I like it.”
“I’ll like it better when it’s on my floor tonight,” he rasps, nipping and sucking a path up the side of my throat.
I arch in his grasp, pressing myself against him, and he chuckles darkly in my ear. He pulls back, cupping my face with his fingers.
“You’re so fucking perfect . . . ”
My breath gets caught in my throat when he searches my face. It’s right there on the tip of my tongue, but I know admitting it out loud makes it real. Too real.
“Levi . . .”
He lifts a hand, slow and deliberate, and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear with a tenderness that feels completely at odds with the darkness in his gaze.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper, and relief flashes in his eyes.
“You’re serious?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, and he chuckles under his breath. “As much fun as I’m having, I’m tired of wearing heels.”
He shakes his head, chuckling in disbelief.
“What?”
He steps back, taking my hand. “Nothing.”
If you had told me four months ago that I’d be walking down the halls of the Oak Ridge Lodge, hand in hand with none other than Levi Cross, I would have laughed in your face.
Now, when I try to pull away, he tightens his hold, shooting me a look.
“Someone might see.”
He cocks a brow at me. “So?”
His hair is mussed from my fingers, and I’m sure my lipstick is all over my face. We may as well have a neon sign over our heads that reads, ‘We’re leaving early to go have sex’,but I don’t care.
Not when he looks at me like I’m the only girl that’s ever walked the planet.
“You don’t care?”
His hand grips my waist, and he pulls me into his front, his lips at my ear.
“Are you implying that you’re embarrassed to be seen with me?”
I pull back, shoving at his chest, fighting back a smile.
“I have to use the restroom,” I say quietly.
He leans in and places a soft kiss on my forehead before stepping back and finally releasing me.
“I’ll go tell Christian we’re leaving.”
