Chapter 27
Layla
Slipping a red dress on over my head, adorned with white polka dots, I look in the mirror and frown at my reflection.
The dress flares slightly at the waist, falling to just above my knees, but I’m not sure it’s right for tonight.
I want to look good for Levi, especially after what he did for me last night, but I rarely wear dresses.
Playing with the spaghetti straps, I make sure my breasts are secure and tasteful, but wonder if it’s too much.
Grabbing my phone off my dresser, I snap a picture and send it to Chloe with a short text.
Yay or nay?
Chloe
Absolutely yay! For Levi?
Yes. Who else would it be for?
Chloe
He will love it. You look like a 50s pinup model in that dress. Just put your hair up in your usual ponytail and you're golden.
Thank you. Have a good night!
I do as she suggested, brushing my hair up and wrapping the ponytail with a red ribbon. Pairing my outfit with my cherry red heels, I slip them on, hooking the strap around my ankle and take one more look in the mirror, trusting my best friend. I send her one more picture for affirmation.
You sure?
Chloe
You look hot.
Thanks.
I stick my ID and my debit on the back of my phone just in case and slip both in the pocket of my dress. Stepping out of my room, I run into Gabe, his eyes widening in surprise. “Where are you headed?”
“A date with Levi.”
He smirks. “Have fun. I’m going out with a couple friends later, so I won’t be here either.”
“Okay,” I mumble, dragging out the word, waiting like he has more he’s about to say, but holds back. A knock sounds at the door, interrupting us. Grinning, I spin on my heel, striding towards the door, and wave to him over my shoulder. “I’ll see you later, Gabe.”
I open the door and find Levi standing there dressed in dark blue jeans and a black button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons open making my mouth water.
Licking his lips, he grips another bouquet of flowers in his hand, with his eyes as wide as saucers and his mouth gaping.
“Shit,” he mumbles under his breath. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he gulps hard, blinking as if he’s not sure what he’s seeing is real. “What the fuck are you trying to do to me?” he rasps, his words a low growl.
My brows furrow. “You don’t like it?”
He huffs a laugh and steps towards me. “You’re kidding right?
” He closes the distance between us and wraps the hand with the flowers around my waist dragging me into him, his hard shaft pressing into my stomach.
Gasping, my eyes flare, heat pooling low in my belly.
“I absolutely love it. You are not only gorgeous, Layla, but you’re so damn sexy. ”
My cheeks flush, and my heart lurches, a smile curving my lips. “Thank you, Levi.”
Tipping his head down, he sucks my bottom lip between his and then kisses me, soft and slow, eliciting a content sigh.
Gabe clears his throat from somewhere behind me, breaking us apart. Levi lifts his head, reluctantly releasing me and I turn to face my brother. “I thought you were going out?” he taunts, chuckling.
We’re leaving, now,” I claim. Taking the flowers from Levi, I ask, “Are these for me?”
“Of course.”
Turning back to my brother, I hold out the flowers. “Here. Since you’re staying with me, rent free, you can put these in some water for me and we’ll get out of your hair.”
“Thanks,” Levi smirks, nodding towards Gabe.
Heaving a sigh, he takes the flowers from me. “Fine. Have fun, you two, but not too much.”
“Bye, Gabe,” I say, threading my fingers through Levi’s and tugging him out my front door.
“You have everything?”
“Yup,” I respond, popping the p, feeling playful.
I slip into the passenger seat and he closes the door behind me, running his hand through his hair as he strides around the front of the car.
The moment he gets behind the wheel, he shakes his head, chuckling low.
“This is going to be a long night.” He reaches over tangling our fingers and flipping his hand so mine covers his, resting on the gear shift.
“I really can’t explain what last night meant to me, Levi.”
He glances at me out of the corner of my eye before his eyes drift back to the road. “I’m glad you had fun.” Clearing his throat, he informs me, “So, the plan is still to hit the new horror movie before dinner?”
“Yes, sounds good.”
He nods and turns the music up for the short drive to the theater. A few minutes later, the scent of buttered popcorn hits my senses as we walk through the doors. “Mmm, that smells so good.” I hum, Levi stepping right in line.
With popcorn, chocolate and drinks in hand, we make our way into the darkened theater, filled with red velvet seats and matching curtains framing the big screen at the front of the room.
On each side of the screen, at the second level, a rounded box sits, overlooking the theater.
They usually remain empty here and are only used for special guests or specific occasions, but Levi leads me directly to the one on the right.
Unhooking the rope, he holds his arm out for me, gesturing for me to go first.
Quirking my brow, I ask, “Let me guess, you rented this too?”
He chuckles. “No, but I’m hoping the tip I just gave the usher will keep him from kicking us out.”
I giggle, sitting down in one of the sparse seats, half the floor barren. “You’re something else, Levi Brennan.”
Sitting down next to me, he probes, “You just full-named me. Hopefully that’s a good thing.”
“With you it seems to be.” Grinning, I press my lips to his, and move away as the movie starts.
Levi’s hand falls to my knee, lightly tracing patterns on my bare skin. Within five minutes, someone is already dead and I don’t remember how it happened, my focus solely on the gentle touch of Levi’s fingers, slowly inching up my hemline.
Tingles spread across my skin like wildfire. “Levi,” I say his name in warning.
Leaning in, I feel his heated breath on my neck, eliciting goosebumps.
“I’ll stop if you want me to, but there are so many things I want to do to you in this dress and I’m fighting to keep my hands to myself.
It’s killing me to wait almost a second more to touch you.
” I gasp, my entire body suddenly burning with desire.
My breathing picks up its pace, but I’m afraid to move and break the moment.
“No one can see you, the wall blocks you from your shoulders down.”
“Are you sure?”
“I wouldn’t take a chance with you,” he claims, staring into my eyes.
“Okay.”
With my whispered response, he brings my hand to his mouth and kisses my palm.
Dropping it back to my lap, he slides his hand away from mine and drags his hand back to my knee.
Slipping underneath the hem of my dress.
He trails his fingers up the inside of my thigh, my breath catching in my throat.
“Press your face into my chest or my neck when it’s too much, and if you need me to stop, tell me,” he instructs.
Nibbling my lower lip in anticipation, I nod in response.
“I need to hear your answer.”
“Okay.”
“Good girl.”
His whispered words of recognition send a thrill of excitement through my body, followed swiftly by his tender touch making me jump.
Grasping my thigh, he holds me in place, my breath releasing along with his grip.
Inching his fingers upwards, he skims the seam of my panties.
Sliding them underneath the elastic, he releases a harsh exhale the moment he comes into contact with my wet folds.
“You’re soaked,” he rasps, his own body stiffening.
Sucking my lower lip between my teeth, I bite down, holding back the sounds suddenly desperate to escape.
Readjusting, his knuckles run over my seam before he slips one finger inside me.
Gliding it back to my clit, he circles it, once, twice, and repeats the move with two fingers, curling them inside me, pulling back and sliding it around three times.
He pinches my clit, rolling it between his fingers, my insides burning.
I squirm, squeezing my eyes shut and burying my face in his chest, but it only gives him better access.
His fingers work harder and faster, adding pressure with his thumb.
My core burns and my insides swell, every touch, every move igniting me.
Tremors of electricity shoot through me like I’m on a live wire, desperate to be extinguished, and eager for relief.
“It’s okay, Layla,” he whispers just above my hear, his breath hot and heavy, as if giving me permission. “Let go for me.”
Screams ricochet around the theater, jolting me and pushing me to the edge ready to jump.
His thumb presses firmly against my clit, and I fall, shattering around him.
His fingers work their way in and out of my pussy as my walls squeeze him over and over again.
With a harsh exhale, my body sags against him, spent.
He kisses the top of my head and carefully eases his hand out from under my skirt.
Lifting my head, I glance at him, his heated gaze running over me.
I lean on his shoulder, watching when he bends his arm, lifting his hand to his lips.
Inhaling deeply, he traces his lips with my juices, his tongue jutting out and licking them clean.
“Mm. Damn, I can’t wait to really taste you. ”
The softest whimper escapes. I want that. I’m so ready for more with him. “Can we order in?” I ask, breathless. A chuckle of agreement falls from his lips, a salacious grin in place.