“I’m good. No one else is in here.” I close the distance between us but don’t touch her.
“You are so damn arrogant. Walking in here and demanding answers like this.”
“I deserve answers. Give them to me, and I’ll walk away. Give you some more space,” I say looking down at her.
Her eyes travel from my eyes to my lips and back up.
“What if I don’t know how to answer you?” she whispers.
“Ives,” I hold her gaze, “if you want back in my life, I’m going to make you earn it. That starts with answers. It starts with raw honesty, always.” My heart is pumping out of my chest as we continue to stare each other down. “What do you want from this?”
“What I’ve always wanted from you,” she licks her lips, “everything.”
My lips slam down on hers. I’ve waited three years for this moment. Everything about her feels like home. Her lips part allowing me entrance to slide my tongue into her mouth. She melts against me, her fingers sliding back into my hair, where they belong. She changes the angle of the kiss allowing me even easier access to her mouth, which tastes exactly how I remember. My hands grip her waist, dying to tear her clothes off, but the first time I’m inside her again won’t be in a public bathroom. She makes a little moan as I pull away from her.
“We should go,” my voice is husky, and my dick is hard. I reach down and grab her hand, pulling her out of the bathroom behind me. With my other hand, I pull my phone out to call for my car but realize with the traffic it could take who knows how long. We’re not too far from VI to walk, and she’s in flats.
“Where are we going?”
“Your place.” I pull her behind me and out onto a cross walk. “It’s closer, and we can walk faster than wait for my driver.”
Ten blocks has never felt so far.
21
IVY
Levi dragsme by the hand into the elevator at VI. As soon as the doors close behind us, he’s back on me. I’m pressed against the wall while his lips travel from mine down my neck. He lets out a feral growl as his tongue swipes over my racing pulse at the base of my neck. I drag my nails down his chest and over the washboard abs I can feel through his shirt.
Instead of separating when the doors open, he lifts me and carries me out, still pressed against him. I can’t wrap my legs around him because of my pencil skirt, but I cling to him regardless. I’ve never forgotten what it feels like to kiss him, to be held by him, to feel him moving inside me. No one has ever measured up to the standards he set as my first everything.
He punches the code into the lock, his lips never leaving mine, and swings the door open. I hear Lilith and Connor talking in their bedroom. Levi stalks down the hall to my room, closes and locks the door.
My feet touch the floor, and I step back. His chest his rising and falling rapidly, his eyes a deep, deep blue like the deepest depths of the ocean. He reaches up and undoes his tie, tossing it on the dresser.
“Take your clothes off,” he says as he unbuttons his shirt casually with one hand. “I want to watch you strip bare for me.”
The command in his voice has my pussy flooding with heat. I reach up with shaking hands and start pulling my blouse out of my skirt. I undo the buttons and shrug out of it, letting it drop to the floor. I tug on the zipper to my skirt, letting it pool around my feet. I’m left standing in a navy blue lace bra and matching thong. When I look up at Levi expectantly, he shakes his head.
“All of it off,” he says as he pulls his belt off. His shirt is on the floor alongside my clothes. He leans back against the dresser like he hasn’t been thinking about this moment for the past three years.
I let my eyes skim over the body I once knew so well. His muscles are cut, more defined, and clearly well maintained. He’s already got a golden tan even though summer hasn’t even officially begun yet. The veins in his forearms and hands bulge around his corded muscles. His abs are as amazing as I thought they would be, and he hasn’t lost that sexy V cut on his hips. When I look back up to meet his eyes he’s looking as intensely at me. The boy with the golden arm grew into a golden god, sent to make me atone for the sins of our past.
I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra, letting the straps fall off my shoulders and down my arms. My nipples pebble against the cool air and Levi’s hot gaze. I slide my thumbs into my panties and push them down my hips where they land on my skirt.
I take a tentative step forward and reach my hand out to Levi’s waist. I let my fingertips drag lightly across his abs and along the edge of his pants. When I look up at him with a questioning look, he nods once.
I unbutton his pants and push them down. I lean forward and flick one of his nipples with my tongue while pinching the other. That finally triggers him into action, and he bends to lift me with each hand under one of my thighs. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he walks us toward the bed.
He kisses me tenderly, a vast difference from earlier when his kisses were animalistic in nature. Gentle sweeps of his tongue and sweet movements of lips against mine drive me crazy with need. I grind against him as he lowers me onto the bed. He slowly crawls over me, never losing contact.
He drags his knuckles slowly over my hips, ghosting over my belly, over the mounds of my breasts before he finally pinches my nipple with one hand. The other hand is tangled in my hair and bracing his weight. He pulls my hair at the base of my head, giving him open access to kiss my neck. He uses his lips, teeth, and tongue past my collar bone, to the swell of my breasts. His mouth closes over my nipple, and he gently bites down pulling a moan from me.
I feel him smile against my skin as he continues his trek down my body with his mouth and hands. His fingertips trace down my ribs and across my hip bones to the apex of my thighs which I part for him. His finger glides through my folds, teasingly light. I whimper as my hips lift to chase his touch.
“Tell me what you want, Ives,” he says against the underside of my breast.
“Play with my clit.”