Chapter 22 Levi
TWENTY-TWO
LEVI
SHE FELT LIKE HOME
Once I helped her up after accidentally throwing her over the bed, I held her against the wall and her body pressed into mine as she pushed my jacket off my shoulders and her fingers traveled beneath my shirt.
I leaned down kissing her neck while my hand found the hem of her dress and slid underneath as the sweetest sigh escaped her.
Her hands were shaking as she unbuttoned my shirt before pulling it down my arms. She was moving and restless. I fisted her hair and her eyes found mine. “I could have every inch of you pressed against me and I’d still say I wasn’t close enough.”
Her lips brushed against mine igniting fire that fed my hunger for her. But when she dropped on the bed her eyes closed, and she smiled. “I think the tequila just made me a little sleepy, but I want you to do all the things to me, okay?”
I chuckled as I pulled her heels off. “Is that right?”
She inhaled deeply. “Yeah, you go boy. I’m ready.”
“Let’s get you out of this dress—”
“Now you’re talking.”
“Why don’t you sleep for a bit?”
She nodded, her eyes still closed. “But only for a few minutes. Then you’ll do all the good stuff, right?”
“Right.”
She spoke in a whisper. “Yeah, I like all of it.”
I got her out of her dress and wrapped in the comforter, and just watched her for a bit. Not like a total stalker, just a medium stalker.
I crawled in next to her, took a good long peek under the covers, and pulled her close. I was home.