LEVI GAVE HIMSELF shit for the position he’d put them in as he stepped into the shower. The evening at the Taproom played in his mind like a rerun from hell, assaulting him with images of his buddies’ arms around Tara, offers for motorcycle rides and dates flinging at her from every direction like she had a HIT ON ME sign around her neck. Had they always flirted with her like that? He was strung so tight, he felt like a time bomb waiting to blow. He pressed his hands to the wet shower tiles, letting his head fall between his shoulders, and closed his eyes, hoping the warm water pelting his back might loosen his muscles. But behind his closed lids, he saw Tara gazing up at him with desire in her eyes when they were looking at houses. He could still feel her lips against his thumb as he’d dragged it across them, still feel the hitch in her breathing in her parents’ driveway as he’d licked her pastry. She was so sexy, his cock hardened greedily.
He angrily shut off the hot water and tilted his face up to the icy stream raining down on him, doing mental math to try to quell his urges. But Tara was front and center in his mind, feeding him the cupcake at the dance, looking at him like she wished his tongue was between her legs when he’d licked the frosting from her fingers. He couldn’t take it. She was everywhere. He fisted his cock, working it tight and fast, visualizing his hand as her mouth, her lustful eyes staring up at him, until he was so worked up, his hips thrust violently. His teeth clenched as his orgasm gripped him, and he grunted out her name with every pump of his dick. Fantasies of her naked, on her knees, pummeled him, making his climax go on and on, the last of it leaving him with an unstoppable, “Fuuck.”
He leaned back against the wall, eyes closed, breathing hard, aftershocks jerking through him. His dick was so sensitive, the slick of the water drew curses.
“Jesus,” he panted out. It’d been too damn long since he’d been with a woman.
When he finally caught his breath, he soaped up, and like metal to magnet, his mind skated back to Tara, and his greedy cock rose for the occasion.
This was going to be the longest two weeks of his life.
When he finished showering, he turned off the water and reached for a towel, swiping nothing but air. He looked around the bathroom, remembering he’d done laundry that morning and hadn’t had a chance to get it out of the dryer. Great. He ran his hand down his chest and arms, wicking the water away, and stepped out of the shower, cracking the bathroom door open. “Joey! Can you bring me a towel, please?”
He brushed his teeth while he waited, telling himself to pull his shit together.
“Joey’s sleeping, so—”
He opened the bathroom door further at the sound of Tara’s voice, peering out from behind it, and their eyes connected with the heat of a thousand flaming suns. The air between them crackled as those gorgeous baby blues trailed down his wet body. His damn dick saluted her from behind the door.
She thrust a towel at him.
He snagged it and quickly wrapped it around his waist.
Her eyes were fixed on his chest. “I’ll—” She absently pointed behind her but made no move to leave. He stepped around the bathroom door, and her gaze trailed down his body to his erection straining against the confines of the towel. She licked her lips, lust pooling in her eyes.
“You’re not going anywhere. We need to talk.” He stalked toward her. Her gaze flicked up to his, full of want and need, her fingers fidgeting like she wanted to rip his towel off. Her nipples pressed against her thin cotton shirt. She never wore bras under her sleeping shirts. How had he ever resisted her? He backed her up against the wall, mentally cursing himself for doing it, but he couldn’t stop. “You sure Joey’s asleep?”
“Uh-huh,” she said breathily.
“I’m sorry for being an ass earlier,” he said, rough and angry at himself. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable by saying what I did after the dance. But I meant what I said that night, and I’m not going to deny it.”
She blinked several times, those gorgeous eyes narrowing in concentration, as if she suddenly realized how lost she’d been in him. “What you said didn’t make me uncomfortable.”
“Then why couldn’t you look at me tonight?”
“Because you couldn’t look at me,” she said sharply.
He put his hands on either side of her head, boxing her in as the truth roared out. “No shit, because you’ve got me tied in knots. I feel like I’m going insane. I can’t fucking see straight around you. All I can think about is kissing you, getting my hands on you. I fantasize about how you taste, how you feel, the sounds you’d make if we were together, and seeing the guys hit on you made me want to tear them to pieces.”
Their lips were an inch apart, and she was breathing in short, fast bursts, her breasts brushing against his bare chest with every inhalation. He ached to feel her against him, and it took everything he had not to push his hands into her hair and claim her.
“Put me out of my misery, T,” he demanded. “Tell me whether I’m alone in this or if you feel it, too.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. Her hands rose between them, coming to rest on his chest, and that light, nervous touch sent shock waves through his core as she went up on her toes and whispered, “I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember.”
Something inside him snapped, unleashing desire so primal he couldn’t hold back. His hands dove into her hair, fisting as his mouth crashed over hers, fierce and possessive. She tasted like wickedness and innocence, and he wanted it all. He wanted to strip her bare, lay her out, and taste his way down her body. He imagined crawling over her and burying his mouth between her legs while she sucked his cock until they both came so hard they couldn’t remember their names. He’d never felt so much from just a kiss, and he told himself to slow down, to give her a chance to breathe, but she was rising higher on her toes, arching into him, returning his efforts rough and hungrily. She dug her nails into his back, moaning needily into his mouth. Her desire electrified him, and he growled against her lips, “Fuck, T.” He pressed his hips forward, grinding against her, and slid one hand down her hip, squeezing as he kissed her deeper, harder. Exploring, taking, reveling in her sinful sounds, each one stoking the inferno inside him. He pushed his hand beneath her shirt, palming her breast, and she moaned, long and low. He brushed his thumb over the taut peak, and her hips pressed forward. That’s it, baby. Show me what you like. He rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb, and her head fell back with a greedy noise that seared through him like lightning.
He felt untethered, animalistic, feasting on her mouth, tugging at her hair, and she was just as into him, clawing at his back, rubbing her body against his like she couldn’t get close enough as he kissed her cheek, jaw, and blazed a path to her ear, growling, “I need my mouth on you.”
“Ye—”
He’d pushed up her shirt with both hands, lowering his mouth over one breast and groping the other before she even finished the word. He sucked hard, and a high-pitched, “Ah,” fell from her lips.
He winced. “Too hard?”
Her eyes narrowed, and she grabbed his head with both hands, pulling his mouth back to her breast. “Again.”
The siren he’d glimpsed was coming out to play, and she was hot.
He sucked her nipple to the roof of his mouth, and her hips shot forward with a long, sensual moan. He did it again, and she writhed against him so enticingly, he continued taunting her, grinding against her center. Every slick of his tongue, every suck, nip, and bite earned needier pleas. Her skin was hot, her heart hammering against her chest, as he lavished her breasts with openmouthed kisses. She was trembling, her fingernails slicing into his arms. He welcomed the pain, magnifying the pleasure of finally getting his hands and mouth on her. He lifted his face, needing to see her eyes, which were at half-mast as he pushed his other hand down her back and into her shorts, grabbing her ass, holding her tighter against him.
“Levi,” she panted out, and he captured her mouth in another demanding kiss.
Her mouth was exquisite, kissing him eagerly, her hips moving in sync with his as his tongue delved deeper, and he tested her boundaries, his fingers dipping lower. He brushed his lips over hers. “Are you wet for me, baby?”
Her breath hitched, and her body tensed as her eyes opened. The embarrassment in them tugged at something deep in his chest. “It’s just you and me, T. What’s said between us stays between us.” He kissed her again, slow, sensual, reassuring, and felt her relax against him. He drew back, gazing into those deep pools of desire, though the flush on her cheeks told him she might feel safer, but the embarrassment lingered. “Want me to stop?”
She shook her head, whispering, “I just don’t want to answer.”
Laughter bubbled out before he could stop it, and he touched his forehead to hers. “You’re killing me, blondie.”
She giggled. “Same.”
“Christ, I like you.” He reclaimed her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss that quickly turned urgent, and they both went a little wild, pawing and devouring. When he pushed his hand into the front of her shorts, beneath her panties, she inhaled sharply, and he slowed their kisses. His fingers dipped low enough to feel that she was waxed bare. Salivating, he stopped just short of that magical spot, giving her time to either change her mind or get comfortable with the idea of him touching her.
He dragged his tongue along her lower lip. “How could I have been blind for so long?” He kissed her tenderly. “I want to make you feel so good, you’ll forget that I was an idiot.”
She smiled and rocked her hips, giving him the green light he’d hoped for. He didn’t want to further embarrass her or make her nervous, but he wanted to see her face as he touched her for the first time. He kissed her softly, drawing back just far enough to hold her gaze as his fingers slid over that magical detonator, and through her wetness, then back up, moving in slow circles. Her eyes widened, brimming with desire. She clutched his sides as he brushed his lips over hers again, sliding his fingers between her legs, then back up again, continuing in an agonizingly slow pattern, causing her to gasp and pant. Her eyes closed, and she bit her lower lip.
“Eyes on me, beautiful.”
She opened her eyes, and “Levi” fell from her lips.
“Trust me?”
She nodded, her eyes so dark and needy, he wanted to tear off her shorts, spread her legs, and drive his cock into her until he was buried to the hilt. He craved the feel of her slick heat surrounding him, desperate to make them both lose their minds. But that would have to wait, because needy Tara was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
“I’m gonna make you come, but I’m not going to rush.” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “And after you come on my hand, you’re going to come on my mouth.” Her eyes widened again as he rained kisses down her neck and pushed her shirt up, licking, sucking, and biting her nipple as he stroked her until she was whimpering, rocking, pleading, clinging to him like he was her lifeline, and man, he wanted to be.
When he pushed two fingers inside her slick heat, they both moaned. He crooked his fingers, seeking that hidden spot that took her up on her toes, and used his thumb where she needed it most. Her hands slid down his torso, knocking his towel loose, and it fell to the floor, freeing his cock. She looked down, shock and appreciation glowing in her eyes. He’d gotten lucky in the endowment department.
“Touch me,” he coaxed, and she wrapped her fingers around his cock, sending rivers of heat through his body. She began stroking him, and he worked her faster. “Give me your hand.” She did, and he guided it between her legs, wetting it with her arousal, then wrapped her fingers around his cock. With his hand over hers, he gave it two tight, hard tugs, groaning with restraint. She continued to stroke him, and he shoved her shorts and underwear down, taking a long, lascivious look. Her cheeks flushed. “You’re absolutely gorgeous. Look.” He nodded toward the mirror on the wall to their left. “You’re fucking beautiful, T.”
He brought his hand back to her glistening sex, another sexy gasp escaping her lips as his fingers entered her.
“Watch us.” Her eyes shifted to the mirror, and he nipped at her neck. “Stroke me as I make you come. I want you to see what you do to me.”
He lowered his mouth to her breast, working her faster between her legs, and she matched his pace. “Don’t stop,” he said gruffly.
She continued driving him out of his mind, taking him right up to the edge of madness. He applied more pressure to her clit, and her legs tensed, her hand stilling on his cock, as “Ohmygosh” fell from her lips.
“Hold your shirt up.” When she did, he fisted his cock, still working her with his other hand as she watched. He lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing and sucking, until she was shaking and begging. He grabbed the base of his cock to stave off his release and sank his teeth into her neck. She cried out as she rode his hand, and he covered her mouth with his, swallowing her sounds as her hips bucked, her inner muscles pulsing tight and hot around his fingers, and she grabbed his dick, stroking the come right out of him. Maybe his blue-eyed girl wasn’t so innocent after all. He came so hard, it felt like it was ripped from his soul. He groaned into their kisses, coming on her stomach as they rode out their pleasure. There was total cavemanish gratification in claiming her that way, branding her with his seed, and he fucking loved it. When she went boneless against him, both of them panting, he held her, his hot, sticky come binding them together.
“Jesus, T.” He drew back to see her face. She looked dazed, utterly blissed out. “You okay?”
“Fireworks…still going off,” she said just above a whisper.
“We’re just getting started.” He kissed her softly and used the damp towel to clean her up before tending to himself.
“Daddy?”
They both froze for a split second at the sound of Joey’s voice, before their lust-addled brains kicked in. Tara scrambled into her clothes, and he grabbed shorts from his drawer.
“Be right there, sweets!” Fuck. Had they woken her up? He’d been so caught up in Tara, he hadn’t even thought to close his bedroom door. But his lack of fatherly brainpower wasn’t his biggest problem. How could he tell Tara that they shouldn’t let Joey know without sounding like an ass? There was no time for a discussion, so he went with, “We should lie low around Joey.”
“Yeah, okay.”
He pulled on his shirt. “Good. We’re on the same page.”
As they headed out of the bedroom, she whispered, “I can’t believe my legs are working.”
“They won’t be after Joey goes to bed.”
HOLY SHIT. WHAT just happened? Did that really happen? Tara wasn’t sure who that girl was upstairs, but she liked her, and Levi seemed to really like her, too, so she hoped she’d stick around. But how could she do those things with the door wide open? What if Joey had walked in? Her only explanation was that her brain had ceased working the second she’d seen him fresh out of the shower, and she loved the result. Levi awakened the confident, desperate, sexual woman in her who must have been hiding her whole life. Even though she’d been embarrassed that he’d seen her nearly naked and they’d done filthy, dirty things to each other, she was aching to do it again! To explore with him. To let him show her everything there was to know about touching and taking. She’d never seen him like that, all sexy and demanding, crossing boundaries she had never even contemplated. God, she’d loved it. She’d never forget how his hand looked wrapped around his magnificent cock, and when he’d come on her stomach? Ohmygod. That sight alone could have taken her over the edge.
If not for her body still vibrating after nearly an hour, she might think she’d dreamed the whole thing up.
They were lying in the nook fort, leaning against pillows with Joey between them, curled up against Levi’s side. His arm was around her, but his hand was resting on Tara’s shoulder. His long, talented fingers had slipped beneath the neckline of her shirt and were tracing slow circles on her skin, wreaking havoc with her nerves. She stole a glance at him, catching him watching her. A slow grin lifted his lips, as if to say, That’s right, blondie. I’m thinking about you, too.
Heat crept up her neck and cheeks. He squeezed her shoulder and winked with the most sinful smirk. God, she wanted him. Where did this insatiable appetite for sexy stuff come from? She’d had Scooby-Doo roller-coaster-quality sex once, with a guy she’d dated for four months, and here she was, chomping at the bit for Levi to throw her over his shoulder, carry her up to his bedroom, and take her six ways to Sunday. They weren’t even dating, and she’d let him do anything he wanted to her. What did that say about her? Did she care what it said about her? The man she’d wanted forever had given her Magic Mountain and with nothing more than his hands and mouth. She didn’t even know her body was capable of such sensations.
A better question was, could she ever survive more?
As if he’d read her thoughts, he tangled his fingers in the back of her hair, giving it a gentle tug that seared down her core, making her burn with anticipation. Her gaze shot to his, and he made a show of licking his lips and dragging his teeth over his lower lip, his dark eyes relaying how much he wanted to get his mouth on her. Yes, please…
She tore her eyes away, trying not to think about it, wishing Joey had chosen a shorter movie.
She finally understood what Jules had meant when she’d said that kissing the right guy would make her see fireworks. She wanted to go for a full-on nuclear explosion, and she didn’t care what that said about her, because she was pretty sure she’d be dead by the end of the night anyway.
Death by orgasm.
What a great way to go.
Tara had thought her body was vibrating before, but the rest of the movie was a blur of secret sensual touches, winks, and mouthed promises that had her heart hammering and lust coursing through her like a raging river. She was pretty sure if she opened her mouth to speak, she’d sound like a cat in heat, begging to be touched.
Levi turned off the projector with the remote and climbed out of the nook, reaching for Joey’s hand, overzealously urging her toward the stairs. “Come on, peanut, up you go. I’ll tuck you in.”
Tara was glad to see she wasn’t the only one desperate for more.
“I’m sleeping with Aunt Tara tonight,” Joey said as he helped her out of the nook.
Tara’s stomach sank. She’d completely forgotten her promise.
“How about you sleep with Aunt Tara tomorrow night?” He winked at Tara.
“But she promised.” Joey looked pleadingly at her. “Right?”
“She’s right. It must’ve slipped my mind.” Her heart broke, and the disappointment on Levi’s face made it hurt even worse. But she wasn’t about to prioritize sex over keeping a promise to Joey, no matter how much she wanted to.
“A’right.” His gaze locked on Tara. “Looks like Daddy’s tucking himself in tonight.”
“Da-ad, you tuck yourself in every night,” Joey said.
He hugged Joey. “You’ve got me there, sweets. Don’t keep Aunt Tara up too late. I have a feeling she’s going to need her energy while she’s here.”
Oh boy…
“I won’t,” Joey promised.
He hugged Tara, and she wanted to melt into his strong arms as he whispered, “Guess I’m going to bed without dessert.”
Her sex clenched longingly.
He brushed his scruff along her cheek, sending titillating sensations skittering down her chest, and kissed her cheek. “Sweet dreams, T.”
“You too,” Tara managed.
“I have a feeling mine’ll be anything but sweet,” he said as he headed upstairs.
A little while later she was lying in the guest bed with Joey sleeping beside her, surrounded by a dozen stuffed animals, wondering how she was going to sleep when she was all revved up. She’d never felt like this—high on heady anticipation. Was it normal to want a man so badly?
Her phone vibrated on the nightstand. She picked it up and saw a text from Levi. Her heart beat impossibly faster as she read it. Well, that’s a first. Cockblocked by my daughter. She smiled, thumbing out, Sorry. I totally forgot I promised her a slumber party. Joey stirred beside her, and she turned the screen away so the light wouldn’t bother her.
Another text from Levi rolled in. I’ve never been jealous of Joey before.
Tara’s heart soared. I’ve never wanted to break a promise to her before.
His response was immediate. I’m glad you didn’t. You’re mine for two weeks. We’ve got plenty of time for our own sleepovers.
Her eyes flew open wider, every ounce of her silently celebrating but also freaking out. Nobody had ever talked like that to her before. How was she supposed to respond? Good? That seemed too small a word for what she felt. She typed, I look forward to it. Did that make her sound more experienced? Her thumb hovered over the send icon. For the hundredth time that night, she couldn’t believe this was really happening. Did she sound like she was used to this type of texting? He knew her better than that, didn’t he? Ugh. She was not going to chicken out. She hit send and held her breath.
Seconds later, another text bubble popped up. Me too. How am I supposed to sleep knowing you’re right downstairs? Knowing what your mouth tastes like and how your body feels? I’m hard just thinking about you.
She bit her lower lip, need stacking up inside her. She peeked at Joey, fast asleep cuddling her bear, and typed, Cold shower? He replied with an eye roll emoji and, It didn’t even take the edge off last time.
She loved knowing that. Your hand?
His response was immediate. Only if I pretend it’s yours.
She was pretty sure her heart was going to pound right out of her chest as she sent a begging emoji followed by an angel and clutched her phone tighter as his response rolled in. You naughty thing. You really want me to go there?
She couldn’t type hell yes any better than she could say it, so she sent a cheesy-smile emoji and squeezed her eyes shut, unable to believe she was going there. Another message rolled in. A devil emoji and Turn your ringer off. She quickly thumbed out, I can’t talk. Joey’s asleep.
His response stole her breath. You won’t have to.
She couldn’t silence her phone fast enough. His call came through a minute later, and she put the phone to her ear, his gruff voice giving her goose bumps. “You have no idea how much I wish this was your hand.”
She couldn’t resist whispering, “Me too.”
A rough growl came through the phone. “Or your mouth.”
A needy whimper escaped, and she clamped her mouth shut.
“God, Tara, the sounds you make drive me wild.” His voice was full of restraint. “Have you done this before?”
“No,” she whispered. “You?”
“Hell no. I’ve never wanted to, but with you…” His voice trailed off, and he was quiet for a second. “You bring out the animal in me. I have a feeling we’re going to need a safe word before these two weeks are up.”
She knew he was kidding, and she’d never been interested in being dominated in that way, but she trusted Levi and felt so much for him, even that wouldn’t be a dealbreaker.
“I want you to close your eyes and imagine my fingers inside you.”
She closed her eyes, her inner walls clenching.
“I can still feel how tight and wet you were, feel you squeezing them as they fucked you.”
She’d had no idea how much of a turn-on this would be, but hearing him say those dirty things, his voice dripping with desire, and picturing his thick cock pushing through his hand made her wet.
“I can still taste the desire on your skin when I sucked your tits.”
Her nipples throbbed, aching for his touch.
“I want my mouth on you, T. On all of you.”
She made a desperate sound, squeezing her thighs together, fisting her hand in the sheets, shocked by how turned on she was.
“Are you wet for me, baby?”
“Yes” came without thought. She should be embarrassed, but she wasn’t. She wanted this piece of him that nobody else had ever had, and she wanted to give this first of hers to him, too.
“Jesus. I’m so hard for you. But this isn’t fair, is it? I should stop so I don’t leave you hanging.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” she warned in a harsh whisper as she quietly climbed out of bed. “I’m sneaking into the bathroom.” She hurried on tiptoes into the bathroom and locked the door, panting out of sheer desperation.
“Fuck, T. You’re going to be the death of me. Lean against the wall and push your hand into your panties. Touch yourself like I touched you. Make your clit swell for me.”
She followed his command, his dirty demands as addicting as his kisses. As her fingers slid through her wetness, a moan escaped, and she clamped her mouth closed.
A potently masculine, guttural sound rumbled through the phone. “That’s it, baby. I wish I was sucking your nipple right now, tasting my way down your body.”
Delirious with desire, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall, more needy noises vying for escape.
“Imagine you’re in my bed, naked, your legs over my shoulders as I feast on your pussy.” His words came faster, emphasized with each stroke. “I want to feel you lose control with my mouth on you. I want to hear you scream my name uncontrollably as I drive my cock into you.”
Emboldened by the distance and the darkness, she whispered, “Tell me what you’re doing to yourself.”
“I’m stroking my cock, tight and fast, picturing all the ways I want to take you and all the things I want you to do to me.”
“I want to do it all.” She quickened her efforts between her legs. “Tell me more.”
“Picture me lying on top of you, buried so deep, you feel every inch, and you know you’ll feel it tomorrow, too.”
Lust billowed and burned inside her, swelling and pulsing until her skin felt like it might melt off.
“Can you feel me inside you, T? Feel my weight on top of you?”
“Yes.” She breathed harder, imagining his thick cock moving inside her, his powerful thighs pressing her into the mattress.
“I’m pinning your hands beside your head, lifting your knees so I can take you deeper.”
She moved her fingers faster on her clit, curling her toes.
“I’m close, baby. So close.”
“Me too,” she panted out.
“I feel your fingernails clawing at my back, feel you arching beneath me.”
“Levi,” she whisper-pleaded, bowing off the wall, clutching the phone so tight her fingers hurt.
“Let go with me, baby. Close your eyes and picture us naked, your legs around my waist. My mouth on your neck, sucking and biting so hard you—Fuuck.”
Her eyes slammed closed as he grunted out her name, and pleasure crashed over her. She turned to the side, curling into herself against the wall to keep from crying out as his moans wound around her, seeping beneath her skin, until she slid down to the floor, utterly and completely lost in him.