I run my fingers through his hair, spreading my legs wider.
The pad of his thumb strokes over my clit, lighting up nerves I never knew existed. I’m achy, excited, further aroused. Then he’s sliding my panties down my legs, kissing the inside of my thighs, my knees, until he gets to my ankles. He slips the tiny piece of material over my feet and tosses it behind him.
Lying completely naked on Levi’s bed detonates goose bumps on my skin. Especially when he stares at me with sexy, smiling reverence.
He stands to his full height and discards the rest of his clothes. I try to look everywhere at once. His broad shoulders, smooth chest, ridged abs. The indentations at his hips that point to the base of his hard, thick cock.
“You aren’t beautiful,” he says, climbing back up my body, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’re more. And as soon as I invent the right word, I’ll give it to you.”
God, I adore the things that come out of his mouth. Appreciate them. Want to revel in them. Nothing ever sounds planned or rehearsed. His compliments are genuine. They send butterflies fluttering through the deepest parts of me.
“You’re kind of unique, too,” I tell him. He’s gorgeous, yes, but he’s also the first guy since Joe to find a place inside my heart. Yes, he’s there, whether I like it or not.
“Kind of?” he asks as if insulted, but his smirk tells me he’s not. “Guess I better get busy and prove otherwise.”
“You absolutely should do that.” I lift my body to meet his, eliminating any space between us.
With my arms around his shoulders, he leans over to grab a condom out of the bedside table. He makes quick work of rolling it on.
We both know how good we fit together, and for a minute he simply teases my opening with the head of his cock. I’m so wet that he easily glides against me.
“Levi,” I grumble. He’s got way more patience than I have.
“Give me a second,” he mutters. “I’ve been thinking about doing this again for months, and I’m afraid I’ll last all of twenty seconds if I don’t concentrate.”
I cup his cheek. “You’ve got amazing control. Now, get to it.”
“There hasn’t been anyone else since you.” He brushes a lock of hair off my forehead. “Wanted you to know that.”
Swallowing a giant, jawbreaker-size lump in my throat, I say, “There’s been no one else for me, either.” Then I brush my lips against his and reach my free hand between us, taking him in my palm and guiding him where I need him.
He doesn’t hesitate to take it from there.
The second he slides inside me, I lose my mind with pleasure, and all of the crap inside my head washes away. He takes his time, savoring every inch forward, promising an unhurried slow burn that’s incredible and unsettling at the same time. He fills more than the space between my legs. He fills the spaces inside me I don’t give anyone access to. And if I’m not careful, he’ll figure out how important he is to me.
“Fuck,” he moans. “I thought I remembered how good you feel, but this is so much better.”
I rake my nails over his shoulders, hook my legs over the backs of his thighs. It feels better to me, too, and it’s because we have a stronger connection now. We don’t just like each other. We care about each other. For a brief moment, I’m back to the night we hooked up, and Levi is fucking me. Only it’s more than that. He’s moving with measured, steady thrusts with his nose buried in my hair like I’m someone important, not a casual lay. He’s making love to me.
Thus the reason I needed to push him away.
Am I going to feel that way again?
Because right here, right now is just as intense. I’m ready to come out of my skin when he fills me completely…and stops moving.
“What are you doing?” I ask, rather desperately.
He closes his eyes for a moment, relishing our position. “I know it’s cliché, but I could die right now a very happy man.”
“Good to know, because if you don’t start moving right this second, I’m going to kill you.”
His answering grin is going to kill me. He’s so unbelievably cute and hot and sexy. “Aw, Ham, I love it when you talk dirty.”
With that, he dips his head to park his mouth on mine and finally—finally!—rocks his hips. We kiss and surrender to our bodies, and it’s wild. Lips, tongues, fingers, groans. His mouth and hands are all over me. He scrapes the delicate skin behind my ear with his teeth and moves down my neck to my nipples. He sucks, licks, and teases one while his fingers squeeze and massage the other.
All the while, he’s pumping into me, filling me, putting pressure exactly where I need it the most.
I splay my hands across his broad shoulders, over his biceps. He runs his palm down my side, reaches behind him to curl his hand around my thigh, and lifts my leg. My pelvis tilts to meet his thrusts. I take an unsteady breath. I’m floating toward oblivion, and it never felt so good.
Levi lifts his head, and his beautiful light brown eyes bore into mine in a way that is almost painful. I consider looking away—staring at something else. Anything else. But I don’t. I’m caught in the depths of his gaze because it’s there that I feel safer than I ever have before.
I cradle his nape and kiss him. It’s wet and messy and perfect.
Our bodies become damp with perspiration as we devote our hands and mouths and rhythm to bringing each other pleasure. Keeping us connected, Levi rolls us over so I’m straddling him. I make a slight adjustment, then he plays with my boobs while I move up and down his cock—slowly drag up then sink back down, again and again. It’s heady, controlling our momentum. I love the deep, guttural sounds he makes.
We flip positions again. Levi braces himself on his elbows, his warm breath fans my cheek. And then somehow, he buries himself deeper, fills me more completely, and angles his hips so he’s pressing against my clit. Hot sparks skitter down my spine. My vision blurs. I go over the edge of bliss, moaning, sighing, and clutching him like I never want to let him go.
“God, Harper,” he murmurs against my earlobe. He slams his hips into me one last time before his body vibrates with his own release. He brings me down with him, the waves of my orgasm slowly receding until we both still.
I’m happy when he doesn’t pull out right away. I wrap my arms around his back and hug him closer. He lets go of some of his weight, buries his face in the ticklish spot between my neck and shoulder. I wriggle.
He presses up. “Don’t move,” he says before he withdraws and goes into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. My eyes are glued to his firm, round ass. It really is drool-worthy.
I don’t move a muscle—mostly because I’m boneless with satisfaction. When Levi crawls back onto the bed, he’s even sexier than when he left. I cover my eyes with my arm. Thirty seconds should not do that to a guy. Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck.
He lifts my arm away from my face and kisses the inside of my palm. His tenderness is a little too much, so I slip my hand away in favor of turning onto my side and tracing my finger around his defined chest.
He’s lying on his side, too, with his head propped in the crook of his arm. “I never imagined when we were little that we’d end up like this,” he says.
“Because we didn’t know about this, you weirdo.” I poke him in the pec. “We were too young.”
“True, I didn’t know about this, but I knew about sex,” he says lightheartedly.
I try not to freak out because he just confirmed my unwanted thoughts about this being more than sex.
It was.
It can’t be.
“You knew about sex when you were seven?” I tuck both hands under my cheek and pull a face that calls bullshit.
“One night when I couldn’t sleep because my mom and dad were making funny noises in their bedroom, I went into Amelia’s room and she explained to me that our parents were having sex. She said sex was when a man put his privates into a woman’s privates until the woman screamed, but that it didn’t hurt.”
“That you told me all that sounding like a commercial spokesperson is the cutest thing ever.”
Adding to his appeal, a smile twitches at his lips. “If you think that’s cute, you should hear how I learned the truth about Santa Claus.”
Oh my God. He is too much. And so bad for me. He’s cookies, tequila, and Netflix binges, only better. I mean worse. I don’t know what I mean! Just that he’s lying across from me—gloriously naked!—and looks so good, smells so good, and feels sooo good, that I’m in serious jeopardy of falling hard.
Which will ruin me.
Chapter Fifteen
Levi
Harper and I trade takeout boxes of Chinese. I hand over the Kung Pao chicken and she gives me the sweet and sour shrimp. We’re kicking back on my bed, and I’m trying really hard not to stare at her tits while we eat. She’s not naked, she’s wearing one of my T-shirts, but her nipples are poking through. That I had my mouth on them an hour ago doesn’t help.
I left the house for twenty minutes to pick up food, but other than that, we’ve been in my bedroom for the past four hours doing everything we can think to do. I’ve given her several orgasms, and I’m not finished. My stamina has never been better.
She’s talked nonstop in between rounds of sex, leading discussions on food, movies, TV, bucket-list items, and superpowers. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out she’s doing it to avoid talking about what really brought her to my house. I don’t want to ruin this perfect afternoon, though, so I’m good with whatever she wants to discuss. Right now, with beams of early evening light slanting through my window casting her in a gorgeous glow, it’s pets.
“…two English bulldogs, an aquarium, and a Labrador Retriever,” she says, in between bites of food. The girl has an appetite that is refreshing.
“Labs love the water.”
“Exactly. What about you? What pets are you going to have?”
I switch my box of shrimp with the box of tangerine beef on the bed. “You already know English bulldogs are my favorite, too, so definitely a dog, but beyond that, I haven’t given it much thought.” I bring a bite of the beef to my mouth. “Okay, my turn. Would you rather swim with sharks or swim with crocodiles?”
“From dogs to deadly animals.” She gives a little shake of her head in amusement and thinks about it for a moment. “Sharks. Would you rather…eat cow brains or rabbit feet?”
“Is that a real thing people eat? Rabbit feet?”
She laughs and puts her food down. “I don’t know. It just came out of my mouth.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll go with cow brains since rabbits’ feet are supposed to be good luck, and I don’t want to jinx any good luck by eating it.”
“Good thinking,” she says, looking impressed with my answer. My chest involuntarily puffs out.
“Would you rather be covered with bees or covered with flies?” I ask.
Her shoulders wriggle. “I hate flies. Seriously hate. They gross me out. When I was thirteen, a raccoon or some other small animal died underneath our house, and when it decomposed, a million flies got into our kitchen and it was freakishly horrible. It was like a take-over mission by an army of flying, buzzing black insects, and I still sometimes have nightmares about it.”
“So, I guess that means you don’t want to watch The Fly later?” The movie stars Jeff Goldblum as a scientist who makes a teleportation device and tests it on himself only to realize later that a fly was in the machine, too, and the fly’s cells start to take over his body. It is fantastic.
“No! Don’t even joke about that.” She frowns and visibly shivers.
“Sorry. C’mere.” I help her crawl into my lap without knocking over the takeout boxes. Wrap my arms around her. She snuggles into me, and it’s fucking awesome.
I’d been miserable since my run-in with Kayla the other night, and today with Harper is exactly what I needed. I kept my distance from her yesterday, focusing on our shoot, and felt shitty about it. But with my headspace filled with bitterness, I didn’t want to let on that my ex still has the power to affect me.
“How about…would you rather have your back massaged, or your front massaged?” I ask. It’s probably clear where this is going.
“Hmm, that’s a tough one. I like to be massaged in both places.”
“You have to pick one.” I slowly pull out the chopstick helping to hold her hair in a messy bun on top of her head. Long, sweet-smelling strands tumble out. I comb my fingers through them.
“I haven’t had a back massage in a long time, so I’ll go with that. Would you rather kiss someone’s feet or kiss their ass?”
“How about I show you?” I pose it as a question, but it’s really not. I quickly gather our food and put it on the desk in the corner of my room. Harper sits on her knees in the middle of the bed, tracking me like I’m the most interesting thing she’s ever seen.
“Lift up your arms,” I tell her when I’m back within reach. She moves in slow motion as she complies, the stretch sultry and flirtatious.
I follow her lead and leisurely help remove the shirt from her beautiful body. She sucks in a breath. “Lie down on your stomach,” I instruct next.
She lies with her cheek on my pillow. The arm closest to me is at her side, and the other is bent at a ninety-degree angle with her hand under the pillow. Perfect. I gather her hair and brush it out of the way.
Starting at her shoulders, I rub the tension away. I press the pads of my fingers into the muscles between her shoulder blades, gently pushing her into the mattress. She sighs. Her eyes drift shut. I spend enough time there to work out the small knot on her right side. Then I slowly caress down to the middle of her back. Her skin is soft and warm, but I realize I’m missing something. “Be right back,” I whisper in her ear.
I hurry to Mateo’s room. He mentioned the other day that Teague left her lotion in his bathroom, and he jacked-off to the smell of it. (Yeah, I told him I didn’t need to know that, and now I doubt my logic here, but too late.) The pink bottle stands out amid the few manly products he’s got, and I grab it.
Back at Harper’s side, I rub some of the lotion into my hands. She startles at my touch. “You falling asleep on me?”
“No,” she murmurs. “Just really comfortable.” She opens one eye to peek at me. “Why does it smell like my best friend?”
“I’m using the lotion she left here. Thought it might help with the massage.” To prove my point, I stroke my palms over her back, gaining some extra glide with the moisturizer.
“Mmmmm…okay.”
I rub and knead, hand-over-hand, applying pressure that fans away from her delicate spine. Her back is small, so it doesn’t take much to span the length from waist to neck. I sink my thumbs into the sexy dimples just above the curve of her bottom. Her body melts into the comforter.
“That feels really good,” she croons.
I smile, even though she can’t see me. Having my hands on her silky skin is my pleasure, too. My cock is standing at attention to attest to it.
When I can’t take it anymore, and have to touch the exceptional globes of her ass, I rub my hands over one cheek, then the other. I massage with firm strokes out toward her hips. She breathes out loud into my pillow.
The tan line separating her back from her butt is insanely attractive. That she spends so much time in the sunshine in nothing but a bikini validates her easygoing style and dedication to swimming and water safety.
Harper is beyond beautiful, but her real beauty is in her presence. Watching her these past three weeks in the pool with kids, for kids, and about kids, has been amazing. She cares more deeply than anyone I’ve ever met. She’s also friendly, professional, and a hard worker. She isn’t afraid to ask questions or make fun of herself.
It’s only the times she thinks no one is looking that I notice sadness wrinkle the corners of her eyes. She’s keeping something buried deep—something that isn’t going to go away if she doesn’t talk about it. It’s the injuries you can’t see on someone
that need the most care.
I soften my ministrations and slide a hand between her thighs, tracing small circles on the flesh there. She lazily spreads her legs wider. I drop a kiss on her ass then sit on the edge of the bed.
The smell of her arousal, not to mention the boner in my shorts, spurs me to speed things up. I slide my hand between the bed and her sex. She wiggles against my hand, before lifting her hips slightly to give me full access.
She’s wet, and seconds later swollen, as I rub her and gently pinch her clit. “More,” she moans, grinding into my palm.
Happy to oblige, I slide a finger inside her. There is nothing better than feeling her clench down on whatever body part I have inside her. She rocks her hips against my hand and lifts up the arm at her side so she’s digging both her elbows into the bed. Watching the sway in her body as she moves to my touch is hot as fuck. I take my free hand and slide it in my shorts and around my dick.
I add a second finger inside her, filling her more fully. She bucks against the added pressure. God, I love watching her get off. Her mouth opens slightly, and full-throated hums spill out. The sexy sounds reverberate down my spine.
Intimacy with Harper is unlike any closeness I’ve experienced before. My pulse is revving. My nerves are all firing. She does it for me in a big way.
A few more strokes from my busy fingers, and she comes. She doesn’t hold back. She’s loud, and shameless in the thrust of her hips until she’s completely spent and relaxes into the comforter. I free both my hands, hurriedly undress, and have a condom rolled on a few seconds later.
I raise Harper by the waist so she’s on her knees then position myself behind her. She lifts up onto her elbows and looks over her shoulder at me. Her cheeks are flush from her orgasm. There’s a twinkle in her eyes. A small but potent smile plays across her lips. She wants me inside her as badly as I want to be there.
Earlier, I took her from behind, but something about this moment feels different. I think it’s the way she’s gazing back at me. With more. More of everything.
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