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I’m left alone in the living room with only a couple of packed boxes and my thoughts. Yeah, of course, I’ve imagined what it would be like to sleep with Levi. Recently, it seems to be all I can think about late at night when I’m lying in bed alone. But something tells me the things I’ve pictured won’t do the real Levi Morgan’s sexual magnetism, justice.

Man, is it hot in here?

Before I can head out the door with my own box, strong arms wrap around my waist and stop my progress. His lips are warm and soft as he places a tender kiss on the back of my neck. Shivers slide down my spine and strike at my extremities. My breathing is shallow and my body is swaying back in his direction.

All of this from the slightest touch of his lips.

“Were you talking about me?”

“Maybe,” I whisper. My eyes flutter closed as his lips linger at the base of my neck.

“What were you talking about?”

“Nothing much.”

“It must have been something for Lexi to walk out and tell me she was disappointed in me.” His hands don’t move, his lips don’t move. I don’t move. I close my eyes and feel.

“She’s just being Lexi,” I murmur, my breathing labored, all of a sudden.

“So it was about sex?”

Laughing, I glance over my shoulder and meet his twinkling hazel eyes. “You know her well.”

He snorts and I feel his hands flex on my lower stomach. “I do, but I know you better.” His eyes flare with fire that resembles the same heat he had last night right before he kissed me. “I know you are excited, yet nervous to have me this close to you. I feel it, see it, know it because I know you. You want to see what else is there between us, but you’re still scared.

“Me too, angel. I’m terrified I’m going to fuck up the best friendship I’ve ever had, or will have. But do you know what?” he asks, his eyes unwavering. Unable to respond, I shake my head. “My need to find out what has developed between us is greater. It’s like a craving I can’t quench. You’re my craving.”

“As long as you keep kissing me like that, I don’t think you can screw anything up.” And that’s the honest to God truth. The man kisses like I’m the very air he breathes.

“That I can do,” he says just before spinning me around and placing his lips on my own. It’s a tender kiss, but still contains the euphoric spark I’ve come to associate with him.

His lips move gently against mine, slow and seductive. The tip of his tongue slides gingerly along the seam of my lips, coaxing my mouth open. His breath mingles with my own, minty and hot. He smells and tastes just as he did last night, only now with a hint of sweat. Honestly, the slightest whiff of him turns me into a puddle of hormonal mush, all wanton-like and ready to strip off my clothes.

Levi pulls me against his chest, his hard muscles flexing beneath my fingertips. And lest I forget to mention that his chest isn’t the only hard thing pressed against me at the moment. Good God, this man is pure sin.

“There’s still a bed in Payter’s room if you two need a few minutes!” The statement is practically shouted, echoing through the near-empty house. Levi and I jump apart, my left foot catching on one of the remaining boxes in the living room.

“Grandma!” I exclaim, my balance shifting and twisting my body. Before I go down, his arms are wrapped around me, pulling me back against his body.

“Oh, don’t Grandma me, young lady. I saw that tonsil hockey you were engaging in with that young man. In fact, I saw quite a bit of it. He has good moves,” she says with a wink and a sweet smile. My face, on the other hand, burns with mortification.

“You are so embarrassing,” I whimper, burying my face in his bare shoulder. My entire being is flooded with his scent once more, and it ignites my blood. I’d wiggle in nice and close if it weren’t for the elderly lady five feet away, probably videotaping.

“Maybe so, but I’m not the one swapping spit in your sister’s house with your entire family milling around. You should be thankful it was me who found you and not your grandpa. He’s looking for any excuse he can get to find out Levi’s intentions.”

“His intentions?” I ask at the same time Levi says, “My intentions?”

“Sure, sure, intentions. You should have heard him when he cornered Dean one afternoon at Brian’s. The poor man was red for two hours.”

“My intentions are pure,” Levi says, tightening his hand around my waist. “Well, mostly,” he adds. I glance up just in time to see his wink at the little ol’ lady behind me.

“I knew I liked you for a reason,” Grandma coos behind me, adding to the humiliation. “Well, that, and that ass you could bounce quarters off of.”

Before I can even formulate a reply, she’s gone, leaving us alone.

“Come on, Levi. We’ve got bedroom furniture to move,” Ryan says as he walks in the front door and gives me a smile. I haven’t missed the fact that strong arms are still wrapped around my body.

“Gotta get back to work,” he whispers against my ear before sliding his hand up my arm and to my cheek. In a move I’ve come to expect, he gently slides a strand of hair behind my ear. His lips peck my lips, soft and sweetly.

“Awwww.” Turning slowly, I find four of my sisters standing in the doorway, big cheesy grins on their faces.

“Let’s get to work,” I mumble as I pull myself away from Levi’s warmth. I blush horribly while he throws me another wink and turns to follow Ryan down the hallway to my sister’s bedroom.

“Come on,” I tell the girls. “Let’s get back to work.”

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