Page 14 of Naughty Songbird

My lashes fluttered, and when I blinked again, Levi towered over me. He was so close that the warmth of his skin radiated against me. A thrilled shudder rolled through me at his nearness.

Levi’s hand reached up between us. Strong, skilled musician’s fingers skimmed over my cheek. His thumb traced over my bottom lip, making my breath hitch.

His chest shuddered as he stared at my lips. “And I really want to fucking kiss you too, Diana.”

Nine

“Fuck,” I breathed. It was the only word I remembered. It was the one that had been flaring like a neon sign in my head since Levi shut the door.

His thumb pressed into my bottom lip. “You keep running that pretty mouth of yours around me and it’s going to land you in trouble.”

I barely restrained the urge to press my body into his. He was too close, and it clouded my judgment. Whatever it was, I wanted the trouble he promised.

“Like what?” My voice was breathless and thin.

Levi let out a haughty scoff, but it was full of wanting too. His hand smoothed over my cheek and curled around the back of my neck. He leaned in close until our foreheads touched. When he closed a fist at the back of my hair, I moaned from the tension.

At the sound, he groaned, “Oh, you can’t even begin to imagine the things I’d do to you.”

My fingers curled in the front of his shirt, twisting in the black fabric. Pulling him closer when it would serve me better to shove him away.

“Then do it,” I blurted before I could stop myself. My head tipped back until our mouths were a hair’s breadth apart. “Show me.”

Levi’s mouth slanted over mine, seizing me in a kiss because it was the only thing that he could do next—it was the only thing he wanted to do. And it was all I wanted too.

His lips were firm, but softer than I imagined them. He kissed with a contained passion, hiding his true hunger beneath a gentle mask. It was tentative and explorative, but Levi was tense with restrained excitement.

He moved us, pivoting around until he was walking backward. With his grasp on me and our locked mouths, I followed easily. We only stopped when his calves hit the couch along the back wall.

That was when he withdrew for air, and added, “And for the record, no one has ever faked an orgasm with me.”

I clutched his shirt and rose on the tips of my toes to follow his mouth. I was starving and seeking more. “Prove it,” I challenged.

His chest rumbled with a groan, and he seized my mouth again. A fraction of his restraint slipped, and he pulled me closer, digging his fingers into me as our mouths clashed.

It was undeniably insane, but I ignored everything in my head screaming that this was the worst lapse of sanity in my life. Regardless of the consequences, I was too lost in the rapture of Levi’s kisses.

He was almost greedy in the way he consumed my mouth. I swore he would devour me whole if I let him, and I thought that I wanted him too. When his tongue slid over my bottom lip, silently probing for entrance, I let him in. I sucked his tongue and savored the taste of him against my teeth.

His massive hands groped by ass, pulling a moan from deep in his chest. And before I knew it, he cupped the back of my thighs and hefted me into the air.

My arms flew around his neck to save myself. In the next instant, he dropped onto the couch, taking me with him. It didn’t stop the increasingly ardent kisses. Only then I was aware of my legs straddling him and my tight skirt bunched around my waist.

Levi had one hand massaging my hip and gradually moving over my ass. The other slid up my spine and curled over the back of my neck, urging me closer until we were chest to chest.

I took the opportunity to run my fingers through his hair. I’d wanted to do that since I first saw him, and I wasn’t going to miss the chance. His hair was softer than I imagined, like strands of black silk running between my fingers.

A thought tickled my mind as my tongue curled around his.

I couldn’t believe I was making out with Levi Stark!

He broke for a breath of air and fisted my hair at the back of my head. Hoarsely he said, “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m kissing Diana Winslow.”

Bubbling laughter passed my lips. I couldn’t control myself as I launched at his mouth again. That time I captured his lips with a smile lifting mine.

Between breathless kisses, he asked, “What’s so funny?”

“I was just thinking the same thing about you,” I admitted into his mouth before locking lips again.

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