Page 93 of Cuffed By Love

“It goes without saying, peach.” Wyatt drops a peck on my lips and lifts me. “Now get your sexy bum up, and let’s get you ready for your date with the Bohemian King.”

“It’s not a date. We’re just hanging out.” I correct him as he pushes me toward the bathroom.

“Oh, wait a minute. I’m getting a sense of déjà vu. Isn’t that what you said last time, ‘we’re just two friends, catching up’ and then we don’t see you for three days because you’re deep in a fuckfest in a hut somewhere with the boy.” Wyatt drawls, leaning against the door to my en-suite.

“Hey, that’s not what happened at all.” I gripe, and when Wyatt gives me a dubious look, I roll my eyes.

“Peach, you couldn’t walk straight when you finally resurfaced, and you were covered in love bites.”

“Those were mosquito bites!” I dispute turning the shower on, and he laughs heartily.

“Bullshit!” Lexi shouts from somewhere in my room. “That sexy fucker was sucking so hard he wanted a taste of your soul bitch.” She expresses with a giggle. Levi’s a biter. He has a thing for biting and sucking and leaving his mark. I was never into that sort of thing until him. There's something in the way that he does it that hurts but feels so insanely good at the same time. I feel a heat rush to my core at the mere thought of it. He’s an astoundingly passionate lover. I’ll give him that. I remember his promise to make me wet and my nerves bunch together in my stomach.

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Levi arrivedto pick me up right on time. “He’s here!” Lexi squeals excitedly, looking out of the window. “Oh my Gawd, he’s so fucking fit, and he rides a motorbike. Excuse me while I swoooon.”

“They both do,” I say, applying my clear cherry lip gloss. I look at myself and turn to look at Wyatt, who smiles and nods.

“You look good enough to screw, peach.”

I roll my eyes impishly, “Oh, thank you, that’s exactly the look I was going for.” I went for a casual look. White denim shorts and a deep red boho drawstring, off the shoulder crop top. I left my hair down and messy, anticipating that we would be travelling on his bike. I spray myself with exotic body mist before I go over to the window. As if sensing me, Levi looks up at smiles.

Butterflies erupt in my stomach, and I sigh. “Guys, are we sure I should be doing this?”

“Yes!” They both exclaim together.

“If you don’t get your tush down there, I’m going to go and jump him for you,” Lexi states, spinning me and forcing me out of the bedroom. “Go have fun.” She adds, opening the door for me with an encouraging smile.

“I know you won’t, but if you need me, call, you hear?” Wyatt says, dropping a kiss on my forehead. I smile up at him and nod. I force a nervous breath out of my lungs as I step out of the house and walk toward Levi, who straightens his position leaning against his red and black Ducati.

“Hey, you.” I greet him with a smile as I approach him. Levi sucks in a deep breath and takes a step toward me, those brown eyes slurping me up greedily.

“Hi, baby girl.” He murmurs in my ear when he leans in to brush a kiss on my cheek. “You’re so hot; you’re making my eyeballs sweat.”

I laugh heartily, “You’re such a dork.”

Levi grins lazily and tilts my head up with one finger. “I’ll join a damn circus as long as you keep laughing like that.” I hold his gaze and lick my lips teasingly.

“No need to join a circus. You’re already a one-person spectacle, and I don’t think there’s ever been a time where I’ve been around you and haven’t laughed.” I admit coquettishly, and he beams at me.

“Not many people get to see that side to me. I only act like a clown around you because I love the way you laugh.” He admits, gazing deeply into my eyes. “And the way you smile.”

“Laying the cheese on thick tonight, aren’t you?” Levi chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Oh, you’re in for a full-on cheese-fest tonight, bebesita.” He declares, handing me a helmet. “Are you ready to ride with me, baby?”

I glance down at the black helmet and back up at him, “Do you promise to go slow?”

Levis licks his lips and leans in close, “I’ll go as slow as you need me to.” I gulp. There's no missing the suggestive undertone in his voice or the dark desire radiating in those brown eyes.

The air is humid and sticky as it usually is in June, and Levi looking at me with intense, lustrous eyes isn’t helping. “I’ll be holding you to that promise.”

Levi smirks, “I’m a man who keeps his word.” That he is. “I promise you when you hop on; you’ll be begging me to go faster,”

“Just don’t go killing us,” I say, observing him when he helps me put my helmet on. He smells so damn good, clean, spicy and salty. I’m almost excited to jump on and inhale to my heart's content. Levi is in pair of dark jeans and a white sleeveless top displaying his granite-like physique. The man is built like a mountain of muscles. Well, to be fair, most people are like mountains to me. I hate being so short.

“Hop on,” Levi says, holding his hand out to me while I climb up behind him. He takes my hands and wraps them around him. “Hold on tight.”

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