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“I think I like Willow’s window better,” Zara says. I happen to agree with her, but Stormy would never.
“The night Stormy was born. . . Well, you can imagine we were in the middle of a storm. Iris and I were young and thought that naming our child after the weather would be cute. The older she got, the more I realized it was foolish, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. However, because of her name, she’s deathly afraid of storms. She hates hearing about them, especially if they’re destructive.”
“She could always change it.” Zara laughs, making me wonder if she’s changed her name since she came into the industry.
I walk toward her, but stop and grab onto the post of Stormy’s bed. “Is Zara your birth name?”
“It is,” she says, coming closer. “But a lot of people in the industry change their names.”
I don’t know how I feel about Stormy changing her name. I know Iris and I were young and foolish, but it’s who she is to me.
Zara’s close, much too close for my liking considering where we are. Instead of kissing her like I want to, I take her hand and lead her out of the room and down the hall to another door.
“The room you’ve been waiting for,” I tell her as I open the door. She gasps as she steps inside the glass-enclosed room that contains the full-size pool, Jacuzzi, and dry sauna. Until the girls moved out, this used to be my favorite room. We used to spend hours here, swimming around, splashing, and having a grand time.
“Levi, this place. . . it’s amazing.” She’s looking up at the ceiling, staring into the night sky.
“It hardly gets used,” I tell her. She doesn’t respond. Instead, she strips down to her bra and panties, a different pair from what she wore earlier, and dives in. I push away from the wall and watch as she swims the length of the pool, and when she surfaces, the water drips away from her skin painstakingly slowly, accentuating over the top of her breasts. She splashes me, catching me off guard and calling me out on my ogling.
“Get in the pool, Levi,” she demands. There isn’t an option of saying no or suggesting we do something else. My hands know what to do and work quickly to rid me of my clothes. Clad, yet again in my boxers, I jump in and stand in front of her.
“Is this better?” I ask, knowing full well that I’m about to open myself up for something that I fear she’s not ready for. Standing here now, I know I’m going to give into temptation, give her what wants.
“I really love your house, Levi.” She trails her wet fingers up my arm, letting the water trickle over my muscles. “Thank you for letting me stay and giving me an opportunity to escape my reality for a little bit.” Each word she speaks brings her body closer to mine. On instinct, my hands find a resting place on her hips as I pull her flush against me.
“I thought you wanted the full tour?” I ask.
“Sometimes detours are meant to happen, right?” she asks as her lips barely graze mine. I swallow hard and nod, but even to me, the action is incoherent. I can’t think straight with her like this, with her lips brushing against mine, with the heat between us increasing despite the fact that we’re surrounded by water.
“Zara,” I say, trailing the back of my fingers over her cheek. “I really want you to be sure about this.”
“I am Levi. Don’t ask me how I know, but I am. I can feel the connection we share. It’s strong, and I don’t want to deny it.”
“We hardly know each other.”
“In our worlds, we’ve known each other a lifetime.” Zara presses her lips to mine before I can even mutter a response. The smooth feel of her tongue pushing against mine spurs me into action. I crouch down and pick her up, carrying us to the deeper part of the pool so I can use the wall to my advantage. I have no qualms about taking her here, under the cloak of darkness but not for our first time.
She hisses when her back comes in contact with the wall, either from pain or the coldness of the tile. As much as my hands want to explore her body, I place them behind her back for comfort and push myself into her center, letting her feel exactly what she’s doing to me.
Zara arches and her eyes flutter as she pushes herself into me. I lean down and kiss her breast, moving from one to the other, wishing that my hands were free to touch her. In a flash, her bra is being taken off and tossed over her head, leaving her puckered nipples exposed and ready for my mouth.
“Mmm,” she moans when my mouth latches on her flesh. My teeth tease her, biting on her taut bud while her nails dig into my back and arms. I alternate between her breasts, paying each one equal attention until I feel her hand push into my boxers and then I’m the one gasping as she grips my erection.
“We can’t do this here,” I tell her as I pick up her weightless body and carry her out of the pool. She doesn’t seem to care or notice that we’re walking down the hall with water dripping off our bodies, wetting my floors. Nor do I care that my comforter is getting soaked because as soon as I set her, my hands are gripping the sides of her panties and pulling them down her legs.
I step back and admire the beauty that is Zara Phillips, naked and wet on my bed as I slowly peel my boxers away from me and palm my erection. Nothing about us makes sense, yet everything seems right. I want her touch, her mouth, and her body. I want to feel her body pressed against mine. I need to have her writhing under my touch, to submit to me, to give me something that is so sacred to her. I believe that somehow we were brought together and meant to be in this moment, at this time.
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Twenty-One
My fingers trailupand down Levi’s chest while he does the same against my arm. My leg is hitched over his with my knee resting in what could be a dangerous place, yet he doesn’t seem to mind. I rise onto my elbow to look at Levi and find him with his eyes closed, his free hand placed behind his head and a soft smile spread across his lips. I know that if I kiss him, I’ll taste myself there.
Levi is only the second man I have been with. I wish I could say that I didn’t compare him to Van, but I did. I couldn’t help it. It’s not that I wanted him to be better than my soon-to-be former spouse, but I wanted everything to be different.
And it was. From the moment Levi put his mouth on my core, I knew that I was in for a wild ride. He wasn’t rushed, eager, or lazy in what he was doing to my body. It was like he knew every inch and how to bring me to the edge. He made me teeter, only to pull back and focus on another spot that pushed me until I was about to fall over. Every move had a purpose, an end game, that game being my pleasure and eventually his. When he finally entered me, it was as if we had been dodging this connection for years, not days. The ache I had been feeling wasn’t from missing Van, but from missing Levi. He gave me something that I didn’t know I wanted until that moment in the pool when he had me against the wall.
“Do you have regrets?” he asks me even though his eyes are still closed. I reach up and kiss him, pushing my tongue into his mouth greedily. Levi responds instantly and rolls us over, pinning me to the bed and moving between my legs. He’s hard and ready.
