He scooped me into his arms, my legs around his waist as he carried me into our room. Before I even had the chance to savor how it felt to have him skin to skin, he tossed me onto the bed. I was shaking, panting, when he hooked his hands in the waistband of my leggings and pulled them down. I was completely bare except for my panties—thank God I chose a cute pair this morning.
“God, look at you, babygirl,” he rasped hungrily, sliding his hands up my thighs. Heat pooled between my legs until I was aching with it. “Fucking gorgeous spread out for me like this.”
Oh my God. I bit my lip. No one had ever spoken to me like that before. It was so dirty and so unexpected from a guy like Levi. I loved it.
I pressed my legs together when he reached my panties. He pulled back, concerned. “What’s wrong?”
I looked away, embarrassed. “I haven’t”—I covered my face, trying to find my voice—“I haven’t shaved. I wasn’t planning on this happening right now.”
He pulled my hands away, kneeling over me. “You think I care about that?”
“You don’t?”
He let out a huff of amusement. “Tess, I finally have you in my bed after wanting you for what feels like eternity, the last thing on my mind is whether or not you shaved.”
Well, now I felt silly. “Oh.”
One of his dimples popped. “Yeah. Oh.” He leaned down, kissing me until every insecurity fled my mind. “Now spread your legs so I can make my wife feel good,” he murmured against my lips, no trace of humor in his voice.
They fell open instantly, and he gave me a wicked smile, pleased. I felt that look all the way to my toes. I gasped as he palmed my pussy roughly over my panties.
“You’re soaked, sweetheart.” My eyes fluttered shut when he found my clit, rubbing it slow and hard. “Ruined these cute little panties.” I slung my arm over my face, unable to take the dirty talk, and I think he knew it, too.
“Yes,” I choked out, arching into his hand.
“Should I take them off?” I nodded, nervous at the idea of him seeing me completely naked, but I wanted it. I wanted him to see me, to make me feel good, like he said.
They slid off my legs seconds later, the only sound in the room Levi’s heavy breathing. He looked like a man possessed, taking in every inch of me laid out before him. “Fuck, Tess,” hebreathed, his chest heaving. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
My heart stuttered, my chest tight. Jeremy had never spoken to me like that, like my body was something special, and not something to be ashamed of. Heat spread through me, equal parts nerves and want. I clung to those words, desperate to believe them.
“You’re my safe place,” I whispered, reminding myself of what he said the other day. There wasn’t anything to be nervous about. This was Levi. I loved him, and he thought I was beautiful just as I was.
“Yes.” He kissed the inside of my knee. “Always safe with me.”
I watched with bated breath as he slid a hand up my leg, his wedding ring glinting in the light coming through the window. My head fell back with a ragged moan when his thumb met my clit, giving it a slow, thorough swipe. The bed shifted, and then he was on top of me, his large, perfect body nestled between my legs.
Heat flared through my veins as he played with my clit, tearing whimpered moans from me, but it wasn’t enough. I felt empty and desperate.
“More,” I whined, my hips bucking against his hand.
Levi chuckled. A dark, seductive thing that had my pussy clamping on nothing. “Who knew my wife was so greedy?”
God, I loved it when he called me his wife.
“I love it, too, babygirl.” My eyes shot open with a gasp. He leaned down, his mouth grazing my ear. “Yeah, you said that out loud,” he rasped and slid two fingers inside me knuckle deep.
“Levi!” I gasped, grabbing his wrist.
“So goddamn tight,” he groaned, pumping into me faster. “Should’ve known you’d be perfect here, too.”
“No,” I cried out when he pulled his fingers free, but it died on my tongue when he put them in his mouth, sucking them clean. My mouth parted, stunned into silence while I watched his eyes roll shut, a low, almost animalistic groan leaving him.
He crawled down the bed. “I want you coming on my tongue instead,” he rasped, spreading my legs wider.
“What?” I squeaked, propping myself up on my elbows.
He looked up at me through his lashes. “Let me taste you, babygirl.”
