27. Sienna
Chapter 27
Sienna
W hen Julian and I were little we used to play a game kind of like hide and seek, but with a twist.
Instead of giving each other until the count of ten. We had an undetermined amount of time to hide.
Sometimes when I’d be hiding, Julian would forget that he was supposed to come find me because he kept counting until something else grabbed his attention.
A few times, I’d come out from whatever closet or bed I was hiding under to find him happily munching on a snack, feet knocking against each other, as he watched his favorite cartoon.
I’d be so pissed at him that he forgot about me, that I wouldn’t talk to him the rest of the day.
But then he’d beg and plead and promise that he wouldn’t do it again and that he did actually care and he wanted to play with me. After a little groveling on his part, I’d give in and we’d go back to being the best of friends.
Well, today feels a lot like that.
Accept, there’s no groveling. No acknowledgment on his part except for a few Been a little busy texts.
The rain pounds against the windows in heavy sheets, drowning out the sound of the TV flickering across the darkened living room.
I curl deeper into the corner of the couch, trying not to feel so... alone.
Today was a win for sure. Levi actually went for the build-off idea. I’ve been putting it off wondering how and when I should tell him, but the response from him and the crew… it was everything.
But tonight, Julian’s out again.
Some college party he didn’t even bother inviting me to. Another excuse. Another lame brush-off.
I know he’s building his own life and it’s nothing personal. But tonight, it kinda feels personal.
When I agreed to move in with him we talked about movie nights and exploring the island together, trying out new spots.
And he’s doing all of those things… just without me.
I sigh and reach for one of the paperbacks he left overturned on the coffee table.
The Siren and the Scoundrel. It’s one of those over-the-top spicy romances he swears "aren’t that bad" but secretly devours like candy.
Why not? Maybe a little fictional chaos will distract me from the fact that I don’t really know where we stand these days.
I crack it open, expecting to laugh at it, but… surprisingly, it sucks me right in.
A pirate king. A fearless mermaid. A love that tears them both apart and stitches them back together.
By the third chapter, my body is humming.
By the eighth, I’m shifting against the couch, swallowing hard, heat pooling low and insistent.
God, get a grip, Sienna.
I toss the book onto the coffee table and tug the blanket tighter around me, staring blankly at the TV.
Trying not to think about Levi. About the way he looked at me yesterday. The way he touched me.
You're just one more thing he has to juggle. One more weight on his shoulders.
Shut up, conscience. Nobody asked you.
I blink hard, refusing to let the sting behind my eyes turn into something messier, when a sharp knock on the door startles me.
It can’t be Julian. He has a key. Unless, he got drunk at his stupid party and lost it.
I launch off the couch and march over to the door, ready to tell him a thing or two. And then I see who it is through the peephole and nearly forget how to breathe.
Levi stands there with his hands braced against the door frame. His chest heaving like he just sprinted a mile. His dark hair is dripping wet onto the T-shirt that’s plastered to his body.
I open the door, and he looks at me. Wrecked.
"Can I come in?" he rasps.
I nod, stepping back before my brain catches up to my body.
He’s here. Where I live. Why is he here?
He brushes past me, his shoes leaving wet prints with each step. He shuts the door with a quiet thud and stares at me with those dark eyes.
The tiny apartment feels even smaller now. Tighter. Like he sucked all the air out of the space with just his presence.
"You didn’t call," he says roughly.
"Levi,” I can finally speak. “You left work to pick up Josie from your brother. I didn’t want to bother you."
"You could never bother me," he growls.
When he looks at me like I’m crazy, I whisper, "You’ve got enough to deal with."
His hands curl into fists at his sides. "You’re not something to deal with, Sienna."
He looks like how I’d imagine a wolf or a predator, if it were soaking wet and furious. “You’re who I want.”
One second it feels like there’s a gulf between us, and the next, his hands are framing my face, his mouth crashing down onto mine.
I moan into the kiss, clutching at the soaking fabric of his shirt, feeling the raw need pouring off him in waves.
I gasp into his mouth as he lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist, his hands branding my thighs.
He carries me to the couch, laying me down and bracing himself over me, dripping water onto my heated skin.
"You are everything," he mutters against my neck. "You hear me, Angel? Everything."
My heart splits wide open at the sound of his voice.
His hands trail down my sides, slipping under the hem of the hoodie, and pauses when he realizes I’m bare underneath it.
Completely bare.
When he pulls it off me, his breath catches and I can feel myself trembling under the weight of his stare.
"Fuck, baby," he mutters, his voice hoarse with need. "You trying to kill me?"
I try hard to hold back my grin, but then he leans down, his mouth brushing the curve of my breast, kissing reverently before letting his tongue flick over my nipple. I arch into him, gasping.
"That’s it," he murmurs. "Let me hear you, Angel. Let me know how good it feels."
He pulls back, his eyes dark and reverent as he takes me in.
“So beautiful.” The praise falls effortlessly from his lips.
His shirt hits the floor next, revealing inked skin stretched taut over broad muscles. I’ve seen him shirtless, but to have this front row view of his art… it’s mesmerizing.
Levi himself is a work of art.
I sit up, tracing a piece that slices across his ribs. It’s a name I don’t recognize. He flinches, not from pain, but maybe from the touch itself. Like he doesn’t know what to do with it.
"You’re beautiful, Levi," I whisper.
He shuts his eyes for a beat. It’s as if he’s letting those words settle in his soul. And when he looks at me again, there’s nothing holding him back.
He reaches forward, grabs me by the hips and pulls me flush against him. Every brush of his calloused hands makes my skin ignite. He kisses up my stomach, between my breasts, my neck. Then slips his hand behind my neck, pulling my face to meet his and takes my lips into a searing kiss.
I’m breathless when he pulls back searching my eyes, before gently pushing me back against the couch cushions. “Don’t move.”
I melt at the way he takes charge.
He sits back on his heels, slowly spreading my legs open for him with a firm hand on either knee.
"Jesus, baby," he breathes. "You have no idea how badly I need to taste you." He kisses my inner thigh with those wet, hot lips that drive me insane, and looks up at me as he does.
No guy my age has ever touched me like this.
No guy has ever looked at me like I was something holy and dangerous all at once. This is a man who knows what he’s doing. A man who knows me.
He leans forward dragging his lips over my core, taking his time and breathing me in. He worships me with his hands and mouth, until I’m arching under him, begging without shame.
My fingers tangle in his soaked hair, pulling him up to kiss me again, desperate now.
“No, Angel,” he says in warning, his hand comes up to my throat and I gulp. I can breathe. But the pressure of his hold on me is just dizzying enough. ”I told you not. to. Move.”
He enunciates each word, like it pains him.
I can’t speak. I just whimper.
“But look at you,” he pulls my lips to his mouth and kisses me tenderly. Still holding me by the neck. “So fucking needy,” he rasps against my lips. “You can’t wait for me to fill you, can you?”
I try to swallow but I struggle and shake my head.
“Well, you’re going to have to wait, baby. Because tonight, nobody’s rushing me. Not even you and that greedy little cunt of yours dripping with need.”
Oh. My. God.
He loosens his grip on me, and pushes me back into the sofa cushions. “I told you I was done being good, Sienna. This is what happens when I get pushed. Now, are you going to listen and let me thoroughly fuck you?”
I manage a soft, “yes.”
“You’re such a fucking good girl when you listen, baby.” He lowers himself between my legs and runs his slick tongue between my thighs. I buck to meet him there.
He chuckles, then sucks and licks and drives me wild until I’m nearly over the edge.
Suddenly, he stops and looks up at me. “Use me. Use me to please yourself, Sienna. And don’t you dare fucking stop until you come on my face. Do you understand?”
I whimper out another “yes.”
He pulls my hips closer to his mouth, and I grind on his face. His beard scraping the insides of my thighs in a way that sends a thrill up my entire body. His rough hands are holding me there as he laps me up and I move in a rhythm that has me exploding with pleasure in just seconds.
Levi doesn’t move until I untangle my fingers from his hair. I’m flush from my release, I can feel my body burning.
Then he looks at me, his face wet with my arousal. He runs a tongue over his lips and savors the taste of me.
“That’s my girl,” he says.
Then he pushes up, standing. He’s still in his wet jeans. He’s looming over me, heat radiating off his body as he unbuckles himself, freeing his cock.
“I’m not done with you yet, Angel.”