Half-heartedly.
Because honestly, she couldn’t look at Lev and not think about sex. So even as she tried to keep some semblance of seriousness to their conversation, she was already getting lost in his hungry stare from across the room.
“For what?”
“You nearly flashed my … everything … to the old lady down the—”
“She doesn’t like it when you call her old. Also …”
Lev leaned forward in the recliner, pointing a single finger at her with one eyebrow cocked higher than the other. Every part of this man screamed cocky and confidently so. Like he had a reason to be, he knew it, and he didn’t mind letting everyone else in on the secret to. She liked that about him too damn much. Not many men could pull it off, but he could.
“What?” she asked the longer he left his statement hanging.
“She couldn’t see anything, so I have nothing to apologize for. I like that red, by the way. Now let me take it off.”
Gigi’s skin flushed with heat, instantly knowing what Lev meant by red. Her mini skirt had ridden high enough on her thighs that now she was flashing someone. Him. Not that he seemed to mind in the slightest.
“Keep the heels on,” he murmured, leaning back in the recliner. “And I’ll take the panties off myself. Everything else can go. Strip.”
There was something about the way the low demand crossed the room to reach Gigi’s spot that had her drawing in a quick breath. Then again, it could have been the fact that he gave her a little nod that spurred her on to do exactly as he asked.
Her crop top went first. Then, she tugged the skirt down, too. In nothing but the red silk panties that she’d been allowed to keep from a shoot a couple of months earlier and the strappy heels, Gigi edged forward, stepping around the table and chair until she stopped a couple of feet away from Lev.
“Not fair,” she told him, “only you’re getting a show.”
Lev grinned, a gleam lighting up his eye as he glanced up to meet her stare. With his hand laying against his jaw with one finger resting against his cheek, he arched a brow suggestively. “My bad, but see … now you’re just as I wanted you.”
“For?”
“This.”
He leaned forward again, only this time his hands found her body. One dipped between her thighs, his palm flattening to her sex overtop the silk panties, while his other grabbed her waist. She had no control when he yanked her forward all at once. His thumb stroked her clit through the soft fabric before his mouth replaced the digit. She lifted her leg to rest on his thigh and sighed at the access that gave him to her center.
Her fingers clutched at the top of his head, the buzz of his haircut tickling against her palms when his tongue worked its way under her panties. With the help of his fingers moving the silk aside, of course.
Problem was, as soon as he was eating at her cunt, and his fingers filled her full at the same time, Gigi was lost to sensation. How three of his fingers stuffed up her pussy was enough to make her knees weak. The way he took his time teasing with his tongue between lapping at his fingers to taste them coming out of her and then back to her clit with a faster pace that had her dragging in fast breaths.
He didn’t talk.
Didn’t say a damn thing.
He just ate her pussy like it was his last meal, and he’d never been more grateful for it. The pleased, throaty hum that vibrated from his mouth to her sex had her rocking her hips into him to get more of that. It was only when she started to shake with an oncoming orgasm that he finally stared up, lips wet with her and blue eyes stormy with desire, and he watched her break all apart for him.
No doubt, just as he wanted.
Her loud shout of his name when her knees finally buckled from the crushing wave of her bliss bounced off the walls of the quiet apartment. The flickering light of the TV almost made Gigi feel like everything slowed down when Lev lifted from the chair, his hands traveling over her shaking form to keep her standing but also explore.
Calloused palms.
A warm touch.
He was a comfort to her senses.
And sin.
All at once.
She didn’t know how to deal with that.