13 #2
“Damn, cowboy—I don’t think it’s legal to cover up so much sex appeal with a flannel every day,” she blurted as her eyes raked over his perfectly muscled chest, then his stomach.
Not the lean cut of a sports or fitness model, not a gym-defined set of abs, but defined.
His strong, thick core was layered with muscles built from tossing hay, not lifting dumbbells.
She sat there, eyeing the way his jeans sat low on his waist, right where the lines of his torso turned into that deep V dipping low.
Reaching behind her, he grabbed the claw clip that was failing at keeping her hair up and removed it. She gave a gentle toss of her head as her long, dark hair fell past her shoulders, stopping just short of her elbows.
“You’re a damn dream,” he rasped, kissing his way down her neck.
One arm wrapped tight around her waist, the other anchoring in her hair as he kissed her like he needed her to survive.
She moaned into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping across hers in a way that made her throb at her core like she'd never experienced before.
He broke from the kiss, hovering above her, his gaze locking on her like she was the only thing he’d ever wanted.
She pulled at the front of his jeans with both hands, dipping her fingertips into the waistband, grinding into him to create friction between them.
“Fuck, Emery,” he said, lifting her as if she weighed nothing and standing her on the floor in front of him.
Before she could complain about the absence of his body, he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and set it next to them.
“Strip,” he ordered as he undid his jeans, working them down over his ass, yet again surprising Emery at how defined he was.
“Emery,” his low voice pulled her wandering mind back to reality.
“I said strip, baby,” he took control, seeing her eyes raking over him, but not moving.
He grabbed his wallet and handed it to her.
“There's a condom in here, grab it while I take these off of you.” Unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them lower, slow enough to feel like torture, he got on his knees and helped her step out of them.
She followed his instructions, pulling the condom from his wallet as he looked up at her, still on his knees with his strong fingertips gripping the outside of her thighs tightly.
He shot to his feet once their eyes met, towering over her as he tipped her chin up to find her lips, rocking his erection into her and causing her to catch her breath.
Struggling to remember how to breathe—between the way his lips moved so effortlessly, and the size of his thick length he had pressed against her, she began to think she might be in over her head.
But this just might be worth drowning for.
The fire between them burned slow and deep, like it had all night. No more holding back. No more pretending. Just her, and him, and the unspoken truth that neither of them would be the same after this.
He unhooked her bra and stepped back, creating space between them again. Except this time, he nodded towards the condom and made eye contact. “Last chance—you sure?” he asked, his voice husky.
She lifted her chin slightly. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she grinned, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth to keep herself from smiling too eagerly.
Levis' eyes widened, clearly not expecting to hear that. Or to like hearing it so much. “Jesus Christ, Emery…” he growled, ripped his black boxer briefs down and dropped them to the floor as his thick cock bobbed free, making it impossible for Emery not to be the one wide-eyed now. He spun her around so quickly that she didn’t even register what happened.
Reaching around from behind, he laced his fingers through hers and guided her hands up her body, settling them around his neck.
Letting his hands trace back down her body, he gently guided her face to turn over her shoulder so he could access her mouth with his.
He continued to roam her body until one arm he ld across her ribs with his hand palming her breast securely, while the other dipped lower and dove into her panties.
She moaned into his mouth, nails sinking into the back of his neck and pulling at the strands of his hair she could find.
The way he was pinching and rolling her nipple with his thumb and forefinger while still securely holding her breast was magical.
That alone could have nearly gotten her to the edge.
Add in the slow, deliberate circles he rubbed on her clit, she knew she didn’t stand a chance.
Feeling heat building within, she already knew this would be unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.
His kiss slowed, wanting to take in her full reaction to the way his touch affected her.
He could feel her breathing change, becoming more frantic as she pulled her mouth from his, grabbed the condom herself from the counter, and used her teeth to open it.
“Levi, I need to feel you.” He took the condom from her and rolled it on smoothly with one hand, the other never leaving her center.
Gently using his leg to widen her stance, he lined up right at her core.
“You’re so wet, Em. Hands out flat on the counter and relax for me.
” He was already coated by her as he eased the tip in and hissed as she begged for more. “All of it—I want all of you.”
He wouldn’t make her ask again. He dove into her as she lowered her chest to the counter, arching her back and pushing back against him like she couldn’t get enough.
He drove in and out until her thighs began to shake, and her hands looked like they might leave nail marks in the wood of the counter from the way her knuckles were turning white.
With a hand weaved into her hair, and the other gripping her hip, his voice was hardly more than a whisper behind her.
“You’re perfect, baby. Let it go, I’ve got you.
” She did as he instructed, as her body felt sensory overload, his name a low moan slipping from her mouth.
Her body tensed, and convulsions began, like a wave that he just kept delivering.
His arms and the counter were, without a doubt, the only things keeping her standing.
He met her with a final series of hard thrusts and a growl as he gripped her ass hard enough she hoped it would leave a mark.
Coming back down to earth as he kissed her neck right there in the middle of his kitchen—clothes thrown everywhere, veggies overcooked and cold dinner on the stove, the whole world outside of them faded into nothing.
Because this?
This was everything.
After they had cleaned up the mess they’d made of the kitchen, Levi had slipped his tee over Emery's head and his jeans back on himself.
“Lemme grab a couple of waters, come sit with me on the couch,” he grinned, placing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before turning to grab glasses out of the cupboard.
Just as Emery was sinking onto the couch, exhausted, and melting into one still shirtless and very handsome cowboy, she heard it.
“Emery,” the sleepy little voice called from the top of the stairs.
Popping the perfect bubble of bliss she and Levi had created, she forced herself to the top of the stairs where June was standing, her cheeks flushed and pajama top askew, clutching her stuffed rabbit by one floppy ear.
“My head still hurts a little,” she said quietly. “Daddy said you could stay another night. Can you lay with me? Please?”
Emery’s heart melted, kneeling to brush a hand over June’s hair. “Yeah, sweet girl. I can do that.”
June nodded, already leaning into her. Emery scooped her up gently and carried her back toward Levi’s room.
Levi watched from the bottom of the stairs with a look that said about ten different things at once—relief, affection, and maybe a little of that helpless guilt that parents always held when their kid wasn’t feeling great.
When Emery re-emerged from his room, quietly closing the door, she found him standing in the hall, arms folded but in a relaxed way.
“You can have your bed back,” she said softly. “ She’s pretty sound asleep, and I know you didn’t sleep well on that trip.”
Levi shook his head. “Baby, you’ve been on double duty; you deserve that bed more than I do. Plus, if June wakes up and you aren't next to her after she thought you would be, I’ll never be able to get her to fall back asleep.”
“Levi, I don’t want you stuck on the couch—”
“I’m not,” he interrupted. “I’m taking the guest room.”
She blinked. “I thought that mattress was basically plywood?”
“It is, but I just worked cattle for fourteen hours straight on three hours of sleep and a PB&J sandwich. Not to mention the way that you just took any last strength I possess. Even on plywood, I’ll sleep just fine.” He took a step closer, his eyes softening.
Her shoulders relaxed a little. “You’re stubborn.” She laughed softly as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Goodnight, Em,” he murmured. “Thanks for taking care of her.”