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A little while later, I hear a creak on the stairs, and Levi comes in and sits down next to me.
He’s shirtless, and all he has on are a pair of low-slung sweats that show off his body well.
He doesn’t say anything, and neither do I. This silence between us is a hell of a lot more comfortable than what I felt with Sloan at the end of the night, and I just stay settled in, watching a bubbly blonde woman demonstrate how even a sharp knife can’t scratch the nonstick pan she’s trying to sell.
Levi pulls his phone out and scrolls through it for a bit, and I glance at him, watching the colors from the screen flash across his face.
The infomercial shifts to two men claiming the benefits of indoor grilling for a live studio audience, and eventually Levi sets his phone down on the coffee table and looks at me.
“So,” he says quietly, breaking the silence for the first time. “How was your date?”
There’s no real way to answer that question without getting into a bunch of stuff I’m really not ready to get into, so I just shrug.
“Not gonna lie.” He catches my gaze, looking at me with a flash of something possessive in his eyes. “I kinda wanted to punch Sloan in the face when I saw you two leave together.”
I lift my eyebrows, a bit surprised. He’s admitting he was jealous, which isn’t something he often does, although I can read it in his face from time to time. He’s seen me flirting with Rory, knows Sloan and I have had encounters, but this is the first time he’s ever really said anything about it.
That intense look is still there, burning in his dark eyes and making me shiver. It’s different from Sloan’s intensity by a mile. This isn’t surly anger or pent-up rage. It’s want. And maybe something else too.
It’s definitely more than most people reserve for a casual hookup, which is what I’ve been trying to pretend the two of us are, and it makes a lot of different emotions crash around inside me.
It’s too late to be thinking about any of this. I should be sleeping. I shouldn’t be trying to figure out how I feel about Levi, especially knowing I shouldn’t be feeling anything at all other than anger and resentment for whatever part he’s played in the mess that got me here in the first place.
But I can’t deny that my head is a mess all over again, and my heart is beating faster, making me even more unsure of what I’m doing and what I want.
Rather than sorting through emotions I really don’t want to think about, I choose to focus on the one I understand, the one that seems safer by comparison to the others and much, much less complicated.
Desire.
I lean over and kiss him, pressing my mouth to his with no hesitation. Levi makes a soft noise in response, and I feel him smile against my lips as he pulls me closer.
My hands go to his chest, bracing myself as I lean into him, letting him take the kiss deeper with his teeth and tongue, urging me to part my lips for him. I do, and when he slides his tongue against mine, tempting and teasing all at once, I moan softly.
I try to keep it down, because the last thing I want is to wake up one of the others and have them come down and see this. Still, there’s a
thrill in making out with Levi in such an open space, where anyone could see if they came down the stairs, and it kicks my heart rate up another notch.
My pulse ratchets up again when he hauls me even closer, and I end up just climbing into his lap, straddling him easily.
His hands slide up and down my back and then cup my ass, giving it a firm squeeze. I shiver against him, reaching down between our bodies to find his cock, already half hard for me.
He’s not wearing anything under the sweats, and the curve of his dick presses against the soft material, giving me an easy line to follow with my fingers as I touch him.
I trace the hard length through the fabric for a bit, listening to the hitch in Levi’s breathing when I do.
The heat builds between us as he trails his kisses down my neck, leaving them hot and open-mouthed until he finds my pulse point and lingers there for a second. I half wonder if he’s going to leave marks behind, and in the moment, I don’t care.
Rory and Sloan might have something to say about it later, but they’re not here, and my mind is fixed firmly on Levi and what he’s doing.
My hand works its way into his sweats, and I find the hot hardness of his cock and wrap my fingers around it, stroking him slowly while my hips roll forward.
I can already feel myself getting wet for him, the tension building higher and higher.
He reaches up and yanks down the neck of my tank top, stretching out the neck of it and exposing my bare tits to the air. My nipples immediately get harder, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt how turned on I am.
Levi groans softly at the sight, then ducks his head, letting the line of kisses continue from my neck down to my collarbone and then lower, finding the peak of one sensitive nipple.
“Please,” I murmur, pressing even closer. “Fuck, Levi.”
