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“He won’t find you in here,” Levi says.
He certainly won’t. I relax my shoulders, trying to slow my pounding heart. I’m painfully aware that in the narrow space, Levi’s bare chest presses against mine. With every breath, I’m taking him in—his apricot and vanilla scent, that deep rumble of his voice that pulse through my body, from my ears right down to the growing ache between my legs. Every part of me is flush with warmth, except for my nipples, which have utterly betrayed me and are two hard pebbles rubbing against him.
He has to feel them.Fuck fuck.
“I must say,” he says, his gravelly voice tickling my skin. “When I came for a workout today, I did not expect to have Old Man Rodney’s crotch in my face or to be stuck in a storage cupboard with a knife-wielding marketing executive.”
I try to laugh, but there’s no air in here that is not from him, so what comes out is kind of a strangled chortle. Levi laughs too, an impossibly low hum that turns my body to mush.
His chest tips forward half an inch, and his whole body presses against mine. His lips brush against my own, so soft that it could barely be called a kiss at all, and yet…and yet my whole body is fucking onfire.
I have to choke back a moan from escaping my lips.
I’m actuallyshaking.I want this so bad. What am Idoing?
Seeing the Belluas again has turned me inside out.
I’m usually much more cautious around strangers and men in general. It took five months for me to agree to go out with the last boy I dated. And even then, it took three more months before I did anything with him besides awkwardly hold his hand. I’m not a prude by any means, but it’s difficult for me to trust people, especially with something that’s both as fragile and as deadly as my body.
“Lily Dean…” Levi says my name like an incantation.
“Um…” Whatever protest I have left dies on my lips, silenced like a flame deprived of oxygen, withering away into nothing.
“Let me…” Levi moves away.
My body screams with disappointment.
Light creeps into the gloom as Levi pushes the door open a crack and peers out. “I think the coast is clear. Your friend has gone.”
“Thank God for that.” I step out into the gray daylight, the spell between us broken.
Levi’s breathy kiss—if you can even call it that—still dances on my lips, infusing my blood with warmth.
“You’re welcome,” Levi says with a wink.
“You are many things, Levi the art historian. But you’re not a god.”
“I’d reserve judgment on that until you get to know me.”
I lean in close, standing on tiptoes to get up in his face, this time deliberately letting my hard nipples graze his chest. “Big words for a man who chickened out of kissing me in a tiny storage room.”
“I didn’t chicken out.” Those gray eyes strip me bare. “When I kiss you properly, I want to be able to see deep into those dark eyes when you come apart for me.”
Well…um…
I swallow, try to think of a good comeback. I fail. I tear myself away from him and hunt around for my clothes and knives. But they’re not here.
Did someone steal my clothes?
Did motherfuckingJackson Belluasteal my clothes?
Anger burns through my veins, white-hot and potent. I visibly shake where I stand.
“I think your business associate walked off with your things,” Levi says as he steps back into the water.
“Of course he did.” I grip the knife in my fist, wishing I could stab it into a Bellua brother.
A Bellua brother with a smoky voice, sinful lips, tousled black hair…
