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)
Although my chest ached, I managed to smile. “That’s sweet, but I would never ask that of you.”
He scowled. “You’re not asking me. I’m telling you. No other man gets to touch you.”
“Why?” I asked.
He grabbed my chin and leaned closer to me. “Don’t push me.”
“I’m not pushing you. I just don’t understand.”
His gaze dropped to my lips, and the way he looked at them made my heart race. He’d never kissed me. I hadn’t asked because that felt like asking him to love me. It was something he had to choose to do.
“I don’t trust myself not to be like my dad. I’m afraid I’ll always want a variety of women. But, fuck … I have this need to own you. Protect you. Meet all your needs. It’s a goddamn beast inside me, and I don’t understand it. The idea of anyone else touching you sends me into an enraged spiral I can’t control. I want to murder, destroy things.”
I licked my lips as he continued to look at them.
“Fuck,” he groaned just before his lips met mine.
It felt like the world had fallen away and I was floating. His tongue flicked at my closed lips, and I opened. When he plunged inside, the taste of mint and whiskey suddenly became my favorite flavor. His hand gripped my waist, and he jerked me tighter to him.
Brent’s kisses had been nothing like this. Levi kissed me as if he couldn’t get enough. It was aggressive, powerful.
He let go of my hip and moved his hand up and under my top until he covered one of my breasts. Squeezing, he made a deep sound in his chest. His thumb and forefinger pinched my nipple and started to twist it. A low keen came from me that I’d never made before.
He tore his mouth from mine and shoved my top up further before kissing my collarbone, then lowering his head to pull the other nipple into his mouth.
“Yes! That feels so good.” I ran my fingers through his hair.
He stopped sucking to look up at me. His eyes went to my mouth again. “Fuck, baby, that mouth. I should have stayed away from it.”
I was panting. How had we gotten here? I had wanted to stop this, and now, I was kissing him and letting him suck on my boobs.
I tried to get some form of control. “We should stop.”
His heated look went back to my breasts before he slipped his hand between my legs. My arousal was obvious. Those hazel eyes that seemed to undo me shot back up to meet mine.
“This pussy is soaked.” His voice was a husky whisper.
I let out a small whimper. I couldn’t help it.
“You need to come,” he said, pressing kisses on my stomach. Then tugging down my bottoms and panties. “My sweet little pussy is weeping; it’s so needy.”
Not the words. His words would do me in. I shouldn’t let him touch me.
“But tonight, I heard you with her. Don’t …” I tried to verbalize why I should stop, but I was struggling.
He threw my bottoms on the floor and shoved open my legs. “I’m going to make you forget that. I swear to God,” he growled.
Then, he moved, and his face was there between my legs. He lifted his eyes, watching me as he ran his tongue along my sensitive flesh. I almost came off the bed. His deep chuckle vibrated between my legs as he began to taste me. I wanted to weep from the pure nirvana of having his mouth on me.
“That pussy is already clenching my tongue.”
His dirty words …
I began to quiver just as my release erupted, and I held his head while I rocked against his tongue, crying out his name. Nothing mattered at that moment. Just how incredible this felt.
When I released his head, he lifted his eyes to look up at me with a wicked grin. “Such a good girl.” He moved back up my body, his eyes taking me in. “My good girl,” he whispered.
I trembled, watching him.
He finally moved to the side and pulled me with him. “Go to sleep, baby. I got you.”
Closing my eyes, I smiled. I liked being his good girl.
Twenty-Six
Levi
There had been little sleep for me last night. I’d replayed every damn thing she’d said to me. Battling with what I should do and what I was going to do. They were not the same. My gaze went to her as she began to stir. I’d been sitting on the sofa for the past two hours, watching her sleep. The damn sun had come up while I sat here.
Aspen wanted more. I should have expected it.
The one thing that had come from my being awake most of the night was that I’d come to terms with the truth. I wouldn’t be able to let someone else give her more. Putting her in my bed the first night had been a mistake. But it was done now, and I couldn’t change the past. Even knowing that she deserved to be loved, that she deserved a man who would give her all the fucking romance and a house with a picket fence, I wasn’t going to let it happen.