Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
The bathroom door opened, and he stepped out, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. I watched him as he walked over and slid under the covers. What I wouldn’t give to be able to reach out and run my hands over his chest.
“What are you thinking?” he asked me as he held my gaze.
So many things. I couldn’t tell him all of it.
I hated that I was going to say this, but I didn’t like the guilty feeling. I sighed. “I should probably try to sleep in the other room again. See if the nightmares have stopped. I haven’t had any in here with you.”
He frowned. “Do you want to sleep in there?”
No. Not even a little bit.
“I don’t want to abuse your kindness. I can’t stay in your space forever.”
Levi said nothing, and I started to worry that he was going to agree with me.
“I’m not sure I could sleep without you in my bed at this point.”
Oh. I stared at him. Slightly in shock. He wanted me in his bed. That made the crazy tingles awaken and begin to taunt me.
“Do you want to leave my bed?”
I licked my lips and shook my head.
His neck flexed as he swallowed. “Good.”
I pressed my thighs together in search of some kind of relief from the achy feeling he had caused between my legs. That was the one thing I wasn’t sure I could take much longer.
“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” he whispered.
If it were only that easy.
I needed to stop looking at him and turn over. This was something that I had to get control over and accept. But I was growing more and more desperate. Deciding to step out of my comfort zone, I took a deep breath and hoped he didn’t kick me out of his bed for this.
“Can I ask you something and you not get mad?”
“You can ask me anything, and I won’t get mad.”
Okay. That was good.
I closed my eyes tightly. This had been easier when I said it in my head. Right now, I was struggling to get it out. “I, uh … Kye has been flirting with me, right?”
I opened my eyes and looked at Levi. By the way his jaw was set, I knew his teeth were clenched.
“Yes.”
Okay, keep going. You can do this.
“Well, he seems to be the type who does things with girls and stays friends with them. I mean, he doesn’t seem to mind it. He can be sexual with a girl without feeling anything more than attraction to her.”
The dark look on Levi’s face made me stop talking. “Has Kye touched you?” he asked me.
I wanted to laugh. I shook my head. “No, but that’s what I am getting at.”
“You want to fuck Kye?” he growled out, looking furious.
“No! God, no! That’s not what I am trying to say.” I sighed, frustrated. “I’ve never had an orgasm. I’ve been kissed a few times by the same guy. No touching. Nothing. I just … I want to get to feel that. I’m not someone who has a relationship. I can’t—” I stopped, not wanting to say that I was broken. Not to him. “I’m twenty. I want to know what it feels like.”
Levi rolled onto his back and rubbed his face with his hand. “Fuck,” he muttered.
“I shouldn’t have talked about this with you.”
I had made things awkward. He didn’t deserve this.
He turned over, propping himself up on his elbow. “No. If you need something, I want you to tell me. That goes for all your needs. And, yeah, it makes sense. You should want to feel it and experience it. I’m trying to wrap my head around how the fuck someone hasn’t gotten their hands on you yet.”
He had no idea about the way I’d grown up, or he’d understand.
“So, you think Kye would—”
“Fucking hell, Aspen. If you want me to go murder Kye, then please say his name one more time while you’re discussing this.”
He let out a long groan, then laughed, shaking his head. “You need touched, you need an orgasm, then it’ll be me. I take care of you. Not motherfucking Kye.”
No words. I had no words. I was sure my mouth was hanging open.
Holy crap. Levi was going to touch me. This was much better than I had imagined.
“You?” It came out in a strangled whisper.
The grin on his face made me want to pant. It was sexy with a little evil smirk to it.
“Come here.” His voice was deeper.
I slid over to him and realized what I had asked and what he was going to do. Would this make us different? Would he treat me like the girl at the stables? As much as I wanted an orgasm, I wasn’t willing to lose this thing we had. Whatever it was. It was friendship, but with something else twisted in there.