“Lucky me,” she smiles. “You don’t date?”
It’s a loaded question, one that always brings back sad memories.
“I haven’t in a while.” That’s all I’m willing to share with her right now. Going down that road is a guaranteed mood killer.
“I’m sorry, Levi,” Jules apologizes.
I guess my tone was clipped.
“It’s a long story,” I tell her.And a painful one.
“I have a few of those myself,” she says.
“We’re here to forget. Remember?”
She nods. “I’m totally on board with that plan.”
I swipe the keycard and push the door open, holding it for her as she steps inside.
I drop the keycard on the console table next to the door, reach for her waist and pull her to me, a sense of urgency guiding my every move.
My fingers brush up her face before cradling it. For a few breaths, my eyes bore into hers.
Her long, dark eyelashes flutter like crazy.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Jules,” I murmur.
She lifts her chin up, offering me her lips.
“What do you want?” I tease.
“Kiss me.” Her breath comes out in a soft sigh. “Please.”
“I had my lips on you half an hour ago,” I remind her.
“That’s a lifetime ago,” she tells me with a pout.
“I agree.”
Putting an end to her torment, and mine, I lower my lips to hers.
The kiss is hot, possessive.
I grip her face between my palms, denying her from escaping, and slip my wet tongue into her welcoming mouth.
Fuck.
I could kiss her like this all day long.
My hands travel from her face, to her shoulders, down her back until they’re cupping her firm, bouncy ass.
I groan and so does she.
Fucking perfection.
Squeezing her ass cheeks tight, I bring her body close, and she whimpers so sweetly as I grind the evidence of my desire against her.
God, what is this woman doing to me?
