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“Levi.” I turn over to face him. “There’s something I didn’t answer last night.”
“Okay.”
“You were right. About Robby.” I clear my throat. “I did love him.” The room does not fall in. “I wanted him to be well and happy. I wanted to know that somewhere he was doing okay, even though I wasn’t in his life, and that’s love, isn’t it? I didn’t do anything. I stepped away the moment I realized.”
He embraces me. “I know, Bastien.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you did the same thing the moment you realized you loved me.”
I can’t stop myself from crying. “And you came after me anyway.”
“Which is either romantic or a little unnerving, take your pick.”
“I, honestly, don’t care at the moment which one it is. You’re here. Against all odds, I have you in front of me. Frankly I don’t know if I would care if you stalked me around the whole country.” I pause. “You didn’t, right?”
“Well, now,” he says. “You’ll never know.” He pulls away. “Oh, God, it’s wrinkled,” he says, inspecting his pants. “What if they think I’m not good enough for you?”
“You’ve already won me over. I think that’s what matters the most. You’re not marrying my mother.”
He smiles so wide I’m pretty sure it’s hurting his face. “I know! I can’t believe it. The only reason we’re not at Courthouse Square right now is because your mother ordered me not to elope before she can get there. But it’s hard, you know. Speaking of which…” He pulls up my shirt. His hand on my belly is so warm and I instantly go hard from it.
I run my fingers over his chest. He catches me doing it and smiles, and I feel my face go hot.
“I love looking at you. I love touching your body. Not because it’s beautiful, but because it’s yours and you’re—”
Mine. The word rings in my head. I swallow it and try to remind myself how unhealthy it is.
“Say it.”
I look at his face, feeling already guilty. “What?”
“Finish the sentence. It belongs to you, and you belong to me. I want to hear you say it.”
I swallow. “Do you want to?”
He gives me an incredulous look. “Seriously, you have to ask that? Do you want me to be the one to say it first?”
I don’t know how I’d feel about that, so I swallow hard. “Because it’s yours and you’re mine.”
He kisses me. “God, that’s so sexy. Say it again. But this time, touch me when you do it. Straddle me. Make me believe it. Fuck, never mind. Tell me you want to belong to me just as much as I want to belong to you.”
I nod and hold him against me. He’s completely hard now, and it makes me pulse with need. “Yes. Okay. Yes. I want to. And I really need to be fucked right now. Please don’t make me beg.”
“No need to beg. I want to fuck you right into this wall.”
“Oh, fuck, yes!”
He rotates me against the wall and pushes me flat. “Is this what you want?” he asks.
“Oh, God, yes.”
“Do you want me to fuck you right here?” He kicks my legs apart a few inches. His fingers find my hole. I moan embarrassingly loud. Holy shit, apparently I like getting manhandled. When he enters me, I have nothing to grab onto. I’m completely off-balance. When he pulls me away from the wall I can’t even stand up properly. “Harder,” I scream. He sets a brutal pace, backing me away from the wall and bending me over the bureau. I have to be on my tiptoes for a while until I give up and allow myself to just be filled. Levi presses himself over my back. “My love,” he whispers to me. “My love, my love. Please let me love you always.”
I close my eyes and agree.
Chapter twenty-eight
