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He’s wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. His chiseled torso makes my mouth water; a coarse trial of hair arrows into the waistband of his boxers and my toes curl remembering where it leads.
He takes a sip of his drink, watching me with those piercing blue eyes. I can tell he wants to walk away, but like me, he stays.
Excitement flutters through my body as I stand in front of him. I look at him from underneath my lashes and smile at him, shaking my head. “Well, this isn’t awkward at all.”
Levi smirks and shakes his head. "No it isn't, after all, nothing happened. Remember?”
I rest a hand on his muscular arm and give him a seductive grin. “You keep telling yourself that, Levi.”
His eyes flash as I say his name. He feels it, too. “Don’t do that, Oakley. It’s not right.”
“You feel this too, Levi. I feel the way you watch me, I can see your eyes darken with desire whenever I come close to you.” I take a step toward him. “See, there it is. We’ve got a connection. Why can’t we explore it? We’re both consensual adults.”
Levi shakes his head before he downs the rest of the drink. I reach for him, but within seconds he grabs my hands and holds them in front of his chest.
“Fuck, I want to Oakley. It’s all I’ve been able to think about. I want to make you come with everything inside me. I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock as I take you in various positions—but we can’t. I’m friends with your parents. You’re Vayda’s best friend. I’m twice your age. Can you imagine what they’d say and how it’d look?”
“I don’t care how it’d look, Levi,” I tell him honestly. “I care about how I feel when you touch me and whenever we’re near each other.”
His grip tightens on my arm, and I gasp softly before he relaxes his hold. “This can’t happen, Oakley. It just can’t.”
I move a little closer and grind my hips against his erection. "Is that your opinion or his?" I ask with a sly smile as I rub my hips even harder against his thick arousal.
“We’d be judged, by everyone. You’re too young, too alluring…” Levi lets out a gruff laugh before he widens his eyes and lowers his voice to a furious whisper. “For fuck sakes, Oakley. I’ve never taken a woman when Vayda was home, and you have me considering fucking you right here on the kitchen counter." He releases a groan, obviously just as worked up as I am.
Heat spreads to the apex of my thighs at his words. If I wanted an admission, I just got one. This isn’t one-sided. I lean up on my toes, my mouth a whisper away from his. “If you’re done with all the reasons why we can’t do this, here’s a reason why we should.”
I slowly glide my lips against his, feeling the same electric connection we had in the bathroom. His hands relax around my wrists, leaving my hands free to explore as he grabs under my ass and lifts me off the floor to straddle his waist.
My tongue slips into his mouth, and I can taste the brandy. I moan into his mouth as his erection pushes against my panties, desperately pleading for release. I savor his touch, wanting and needing more. These aren’t the careful and hesitant hands of a boy, but the hands of a man that knows how to drive a woman wild.
Our tongues duel in the darkness of the kitchen, my breasts pressed against his hard chest as I thread my hands through his dark, thick hair.
“Goddammit, Oakley. I can’t seem to stop myself from wanting you,” Levi murmurs against my lips.
I slide down and hope my quivering legs will hold my weight as I rub my thumb over my lower lip. “Then don’t.”
Levi stares at me, tucking pieces of hair behind my ear as we gaze at one another. “You should go back to bed.” He flashes me a wink, and I know he’s barely holding onto his self-control.
The glass of water is long forgotten I head back upstairs wondering what I ‘ve just started. I slip into bed without making a sound and close my eyes allowing myself to dream of Levi and the possibility of us.
7
Levi
It’s got to stop. Deep down I know that, but I can’t seem to make the desire I feel for Oakley go away. I even went on a guy's night to a strip joint over the weekend to try and prove that Oakley isn't the only woman that turns me on; instead, it proved to be so fucking wrong.
For the past few weeks, Oakley and I have started making a conscious effort to find times to be alone. Like this afternoon…
Vayda just left for the mall to pick up a few things she needed for school. A few seconds after I heard her car pull out of the drive, I texted Oakley to come over. Judge me all you want, but I can’t stop myself from wanting to see her.
Our forbidden meet-ups aren't just about being physical, we haven't even had sex yet, but it's about the connection we share. We talk about our lives and our dreams, and of course, there is quite a bit of kissing and touching as well. But it's not the essential part of when we're together. It's the attraction, the connection that drives me to want to see her over and over again. Though the making out makes me feel like a horny teenager all over again.
That’s not to say I don’t want to screw her brains out—because I sure fucking do—but I’m not ready for that yet. Strange as it may seem, it feels different with Oakley. When it happens I know it’s going to mean something, and part of me isn’t sure I’m ready for that yet.
I hear the patio doors open and go to meet her. She’s wearing a bright yellow sundress, making her look even younger than her nineteen years. She flashes me a seductive smile and reaches for me. “I’ve missed you.”
“We saw each other last night,” I say with a smile before I wrap a hand around her neck and pull her delicious mouth to mine.
