CHAPTER FORTY
SCARLETT
We finished up our session about half an hour ago, and it’s time to go for a swim to finish off our last day before going back to reality.
Before we have to stop whatever, this is.
And I also don’t quite know what that means for Levi.
I can only hope that he stays on this incline all the way into the next season.
I make my way from the house down to the pier to find Levi already there, making me stop in my tracks.
He’s at the water’s edge, looking completely relaxed and confident.
His shirt is off, olive skin glistening in the sun.
And no matter how many times I’ve seen him shirtless now, he still takes my breath away.
Broad shoulders that are defined from years of being an athlete, biceps that I want to bite, and abs that are most definitely there from the hours of Pilates I’ve put him through.
Levi’s face brightens as he spots me, waving me down to him so I continue my path. By the time I reach him, I’m already unbuttoning my denim shorts before I slide them down my legs and step out. He watches me as I pull off my pink tank top leaving me standing in my white bikini.
I walk by him toward the water, brushing my hand along his torso as I do so. Slipping down into the water, I gasp at the cold before growing comfortable. And when I turn to Levi, I find him still watching me, his blue eyes a few shades darker than usual.
“Are you going to join me or what, Carter?” I call out, flicking some water up to where he’s still standing on the pier.
The corner of his lip pulls up into a barely there grin as he lowers himself down into the water, paddling over to me.
I feel the heat of him through the cool lake. We float for a moment, just enjoying the quiet before Levi grasps my hips, and pulls me into his hard chest. I immediately melt into his embrace, sighing softly.
One of Levi’s hands leaves my waist, fingers coming under my chin to tilt my head back until my gaze meets his. Blue eyes sparkling underneath the sun. He is so beautiful.
He lowers his head to mine, his lips brushing mine softly. Tentatively. Almost like he’s testing the waters.
I bring my hand to the nape of his neck, pulling him gently, being careful with his shoulder.
I press my lips firmer against his, our kiss unhurried and searching. My hands find his shoulders, and my legs wrap around his waist, pressing us together.
Levi’s hands move to my ass, fingertips digging into the soft flesh holding me to him as though I might disappear.
I feel him growing hard against me, so I jerk my hips, grinding myself into him, a groan rumbling in his chest.
Reaching between us, I slide my hand into his shorts, wrapping my hands around his already stiff cock, his hips jerking involuntarily at the contact.
He pulls away from the kiss, chest heaving as his darkened gaze meets mine.
“We should probably stop.” He murmurs, biting his lip as I continue to work his cock.
I shrug, feigning nonchalance. “Probably. But I don’t think you really want to. Do you, Levi?”
“I don’t have a condom.” He whispers, though just barely.
“I’m on birth control.”
I search his eyes for approval, find it before I kiss his neck and I lower his shorts just enough, and slide my bottoms to the side.
I pull myself up enough, before I line him up with my entrance and slide down. Feeling the delicious stretch of him inside me never gets old.
Levi digs his hands into my ass as he drags me up his length until just the tip is inside before dropping me back down onto him. I help him with my weight, still mindful not to put too much pressure on his shoulder.
I drag his lips back to mine as I continue to slowly ride him, the water creating such a different sensation. The slight chill contrasting against the heat of our bodies heightening all our senses.
Levi presses my hips down so that I’m fully seated, and he shifts my ass so that he grinds my clit against the base of his cock and a loud moan tumbles out of me before I can stop it.
I rest my forehead against his as he continues to move my hips in that rhythm while somehow pumping in and out of me.
I’m breathing heavy, my chest heaving as I feel my orgasm start to build in my core.
Levi’s head drops to the curve of my neck as he groans heavily. “Oh my God, Scarlett.”
And I detonate. Hearing him groan my name like that’s my undoing. My abs clench as I pulse around his cock, riding out my orgasm and it’s not long until he follows, releasing inside me.
We sit for a moment, our chests heaving as we grin at each other. Pulling myself off him, I drop my feet back down to the sand before collapsing into his chest. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight. And something pulls at my chest, wishing we had more time here.
…
I’m walking down the stairs when I hear the front door close and Levi making his way back to the kitchen holding… is that pizza boxes?
His eyes meet mine and I arch a brow at him. “What’s this, Carter?” I murmur playfully, stepping closer to him.
His lips pull up in a shy smile, shrugging his shoulders. “I feel like I owe you.”
My eyebrows draw together in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Well, we were going to get pizza when we first arrived here but I was kind of in a mood so… I thought we should have it on our last night here.”
My heart skips a beat, tears welling up in my eyes at the sincerity. “Wow,” my words come out in a whisper, “that’s really sweet of you, Lev.”
His smile grows as he places the boxes down on the counter, before opening one. Hawaiian. My face scrunches up at the sight.
He scoffs as he picks up a slice and takes a large bite. “So good.” He offers me a bite, reaching for me, as I lean back, trying to escape.
“Nooo.” I whine as he grasps my wrist with his free hand, pulling me toward him.
He pouts, bottom lip out as he looks at me with those big blue eyes and mutters a soft, “please,” and suddenly, I can’t say no.
“Fine.” I mumble, leaning forward and taking a small bite. Nope. No. Gross. My face involuntarily scrunches in disgust.
Levi’s eyes widen. “Scar. It’s not that bad. Come on.”
I cringe at him. “It’s pretty bad, Levi.”
He rolls his eyes at me, taking another bite. I open the next box. Meatlovers.
He remembered.
My heart swells at the thought of someone actually taking the time to listen. To care. Even over something so basic and mundane. And that person being Levi Carter just makes me think of how badly I misjudged him when I met him.
I wish we could stay. I’m not ready to go back to Seattle.