“Damn, princess,” he rasps. “You fucking slay me.”
Well, as compliments go, that one was pretty damn good considering whose mouth it came from. Levi may not be the most poetic, but his words are effective. My insides twist with need and butterflies tickle my stomach as he dives in for a kiss.
When his lips crash into mine, taking what he wants and giving back nothing short of one hundred percent, I feel the depth of his passion all the way to my toes.
His guttural moans fill my mouth and my lungs as Levi tilts my head for deeper access. His tongue plunges deep as his hips rock against mine in an erotic dance that makes my pussy ache.
Still naked from last night’s impassioned romp makes it simple for Levi to push into me, and he does with one agonizingly slow move that is in complete juxtaposition with the aggressive way he takes my mouth.
“Levi,” I breathe against his questing lips.
“Yeah, princess?”
No words leave my lips. His name is a plea for mercy, for more, for…I don’t know what, and his answering smirk says he knows this.
Wrapping my hands around his back, I cling to him as he starts up a slow, tortuous pace that allows me to feel every. Single. Inch. I swear, if he keeps this up, I might literally combust.
Reaching between our sweat dampened skin, Levi pinches my clit, sending a bolt of electricity shooting up my spine. “Ahhh!” My back arches, pressing my breasts into his chest. My nipples scrape across his heated flesh, creating a delicious friction that ramps up my need to impressive levels. My head is spinning, my heart racing. I can’t seem to find my breath, but the feel of Levi’s hard, unforgiving body pressing me into the mattress is all the grounding—and leverage—I need.
Without warning, my orgasm slams into me.
“Oh fuuuuuck!” Levi shouts. Dropping his head down, he buries his face in the crook of my neck, his breaths gusting out of him as his hips pump harder, extending my orgasm. As the waves continue rippling through me, I feel Levi’s cock thicken inside me.
He begins chanting oh fuck in my ear as his own orgasm rushes up to claim him. As his hips slam into mine I turn my head and skim my lips over his ear and whisper, “Come for me, baby.”
That’s all the coaxing he needs. With a violent shudder, Levi’s whole body tenses and he groans long and low as he spills inside of me.
His hips continue to move in long, lazy strokes, milking the last of his orgasm, until Levi pushes his knees up higher under my thighs to ensure he won’t put pressure on my stomach before collapsing on top of me.
“God, that was amazing,” he pants.
I stroke my fingertips up and down his spine, causing a shiver to wrack him and he chuckles under his breath.
The moment is perfect. Quiet. Serene. Just the two of us, cradling each other. I’d lie like this forever, but the pounding on the door shatters the moment like glass.
Levi grunts his displeasure and I ask, “Expecting someone?”
His head moves side to side against my chest. “Probably just one of the guys wanting to go out and celebrate.”
I sigh internally, not wanting to give up a single moment with him. But I know we can’t live in this hotel room forever. The real world is calling.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Lifting up, Levi’s scowl is dark, dangerous. Throwing the blankets off, he leaps out of the bed and reaches for his boxers lying on the floor. “Give me a minute and I’ll get rid of them.”
“If you want to go out, you can. You had a big win. You deserve to celebrate,” I assure him.
His gaze cuts to me and he clips out, “You think I’d choose getting wasted over spending the day inside you? Not a fucking chance.”
Cheeks hot, I draw the blankets back up, covering myself as he storms across the room. I feel sorry for whoever is on the other side of that door, because Levi looks ready to kill.
The pounding starts up again just as Levi reaches the door. “What the fuck is it!” he shouts as he rips the door open. Then he freezes. The whole world comes to a standstill as I look over his shoulder to see the last person I ever expected.
“Dad, what are you doing here?”
25
“What am I doing here? What the fuck is she doing here?” David muscles his way into the room, knocking shoulders with Levi and practically plowing over him in the process. His eyes are stormy, his deep scowl promising retribution, and the impeccable way he’s dressed—a full suit and tie with his raven hair slicked back off his forehead—makes him intimidating as hell.
And by the murderous glow in his eyes as he levels his hateful look on me tells me exactly who he’s gunning for.
I feel myself shrink back, wishing I could disappear. This is so not how I saw the morning going. Especially after such a wonderful and passionate start. But whatever resplendent feelings Levi and I conjured up have been obliterated by David’s intrusion.
“Hey!” Levi shouts, his voice dark and edgy. “You can’t just walk in here. This is my room.”
David doesn’t bother acknowledging him. His focus riveted on me, he takes in my state of undress with hard steel in his eyes. Jabbing one long finger at me, he says with an ominous calm, “You have been nothing but a thorn in my side since the day I married your bitch of a gold digging mother. I see the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” he sneers. “At least have some class and get the fuck out of that bed and get dressed.”
Authority rings loud and clear in his voice and like a small child, I clutch the sheet to my body and scramble to do as he says.
“Don’t you get out of that bed,” Levi commands. I pause with my feet on the floor, unsure of how to proceed.
Father and son stare each other down. They’re nearly identical in height and appearance, making them look like deadly predators facing off. My body vibrates with nerves. I want the hell out of here, to get away from these two because this is bound to end badly, but all my muscles are frozen.
“I want you out of here. Now,” Levi snarls. I notice his hands are balled into fists at his sides, and his body is coiled tight, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice. Would he really attack his own father?
“Have you lost your damn mind? Do you forget who I am?” David rages, his face mottled red. “Don’t you talk to me like that, you disrespectful little shit!”
“I’ll talk to you however the fuck I want. You don’t own me!”
“There’s where you’re wrong. You forget that I’m the one who secures your contracts. I’m the one who makes sure you get from A to B. I run your entire life and if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be Levi-fucking-Black. You wouldn’t own a shelf full of trophies. And you sure as hell wouldn’t be stirring up the media frenzy that’s sweeping through the nation right now!”
My spine stiffens and I sit up straight. What the hell is he talking about? What media frenzy?
Levi’s jaw pulses, his eyes narrowed in hostility. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he growls.
A smug smile laced with pure animosity spreads across David’s face as he reaches inside his jacket and pulls a folded up newspaper from the inner breast pocket. With a snap of his wrist, he extends it to Levi.
“While you two are up here screwing around,” he clips, “every newspaper and magazine across the country has been chomping at the bit over what happened out on that field yesterday.”
My heart pounds frantically in my chest. My gaze falls on Levi, studying his reaction. Which is grim at best. His expression slowly morphs into deep irritation followed by disbelief and…maybe regret. I don’t have to be the one reading that paper to know what’s in it.