Page 155 of Between Never and Forever
“Swallow.”
I swallow, then I open my mouth once more, proving to him that I did as I was told. I swallowed every last drop of him, and the absolute adoration on his face is enough to make me want him inside me again.
He pulls me to my feet and kisses me, at first roughly, but then he slows, growing softer and sweeter. Reverent and loving.
“You’re amazing,” he whispers against my lips, and I blossom under his praise.
My chest heating, my heart thrumming for a new reason.
“Now take me to your bed so I can make love to you properly.”
My head jerks back and my mouth opens, shocked, and he smiles. It’s the happiest, most beautiful smile, and I haven’t seen it on his face in a long time. He kisses me again.
“You heard me right, Savannah.” He smacks my ass, making me yelp, and then smirks. “Now do as you’re told.”
I put my hands on his chest and shove him backward, then I take a few steps toward the door.
“I hope you enjoyed the upper hand. But now it’s my turn. My bed, my rules. You better keep up.”
Then I turn around and strut to the door leading back into the house. He’s on my heels immediately, throwing me over his shoulder before I even hit the stairwell. I let out a shrieking giggle that bounces off the neighboring buildings and turns me crimson.
“Bedroom?”
“Second door at the end of the hall.”
He carries me to my bedroom and tosses me on the bed, then puts his hands on his hips, dick already hardening once more. He smirks as I gawk at him.
“Well, Rockstar. Do your worst.”
* * *
The incessant buzzing of my phone finally wakes me, and I roll out of Levi’s embrace to grab it from my nightstand.
My whole body aches. I need a hot shower and some coffee to feel halfway human again, but god, what a night. I can’t stop smiling. The moment my eyes pop open, a smile takes over my face and I have to stifle a giddy giggle.
Levi Cooper is a filthy, dirty sex god. I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s always had a subtle darkness under that good boy exterior. Understated and unassuming in the day to day, but absolutely fucking filthy in the bedroom. Or on the rooftop terrace. Or under his deck in a rainstorm. Or basically everywhere.
Yet, he can be sweet and soft, too. Sensual. Heartbreakingly attentive.
After the rooftop ravaging, by which it will now forever be labeled in my memory bank, I took Levi to my room and rode him until my legs gave out. He outlasted me, then put me on my back and slowed things down. I’ve only been loved like that once before, and it was in a ragged old rental house in Miami when I was eighteen.
Basically, he’s perfect and I’m in fucking trouble. Because I’ve already decided I want to go back to the band. I talked things out with them last night, and I think we have a chance of throwing our weight at the label to renegotiate our contract.
But I want Levi too.
I don’t know how I can have both.
I need the band. But I need Levi.
I’ve always needed him.
Next week I’ll be in Portofino, and hopefully being away from him, Brynn, and my mom will give me a chance to gain perspective. I need to troubleshoot. I need to find a solution that will let me live both lives, have both the band and Levi, without compromising anything.
After last night, I’m not willing to say goodbye again. To any of it.
I roll back to Levi’s chest as I unlock my phone and see a text and two missed calls from Mabel, along with twelve missed calls from Hammond. I check Mabel’s text thread first.
Mabes
