CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
SCARLETT
We’re back at The Daily Grind for breakfast before our session. I’m starting to treasure these moments with Levi more than I expected, and I can’t bear to think about the near future when this won’t be my life anymore.
I glance over my menu at Levi.
“What are you having?” I ask him, nodding toward his menu.
He shrugs, wincing slightly. “I’m not sure. The season is almost starting again, and I need to get my nutrition right again.”
“I know, Levi. But you can treat yourself every so often too.”
He nods, paying no mind before closing his menu. “I think I’m just going to get some eggs. What are you getting?”
I close my menu as well. “I’m feeling the pancakes today, I think.
“Perfect.” Levi waves over the waiter and we place our order.
I keep my gaze fixed on Levi, watching him closely. His hands rest on the table as he picks at his nails. He seems uneasy today. There’s a quiet nervousness in his demeanour, and I can’t quite figure out what’s causing it.
“Are you okay?” I ask him slowly, reaching across the table to stop his hands from fidgeting.
“Well…” He trails off, thinking over his words. “I was wondering if maybe you’d come to this gala with me? It’s just a thing for the preseason before we go back. It’s totally fine if not. Actually, you probably don’t want to. Forget about it.”
He starts to ramble, waving me off.
Taking his hand in mine, I grab his attention. “I’ll come with you, Levi. We’ll make it work. Okay?”
His eyes brighten, a wide grin breaking across his face. “Oh. Okay, yeah.”
Our food gets brought to the table and we settle into a comfortable silence for a moment as we eat.
“So,” I take a quick sip of my coffee before continuing, “tell me more about this gala.”
“Well, it’s pretty relaxed. It’s a preseason event so it’s mainly the team, staff and family members.”
“Oh, sounds fun. What’s the dress code?” I ask as I cut another bite of my pancakes.
He shrugs. “It’s black tie, but don’t stress about it. You look gorgeous in anything.”
I raise my eyebrows at him. “I appreciate that, but I need to dress appropriately, Levi.”
“Well let me take you dress shopping then.”
And my jaw drops open. That is possibly the last thing I thought I would ever hear come from his lips. But I love the idea of him helping me to pick out a dress.
I nod, taking another bite of my food, only answering once I swallow. “When would you like to go?”
He ponders for a moment. “After our session today?”
His expression is hopeful, like he’s almost begging me to say yes. “Okay, fine.” He grins, but I put my hand up to stop him from saying anything yet. “After we shower, though. It’s a hard session today.”
He smiles cheekily and nods excitedly and I melt a little. “Sure, Scar.”
He goes back to eating, and so do I.
I can feel my excitement building at the thought of both getting a new dress and spending more time with Levi beyond the studio.
…
We’ve just arrived at Bella Boutique, a dress shop with an upscale vibe. The air carries a hint of jasmine, plush cream carpet stretches beneath my feet, and soft blush-toned accessories and furniture are arranged throughout the space.
Levi and I browse for a moment before the stylist comes to greet us, telling us to let her know if we need any help, or when we’re ready to start trying items on.
After about fifteen minutes, Levi has four dresses piled up, and I’m ready to start trying them on. The stylist shows us to a dressing room, placing the dresses in the stall.
The first dress I try is a red A-Line design. It’s… elegant enough, but it just doesn’t feel right.
I step out, finding Levi sitting on the chair outside the stall and his eyes glance up at the sound of the door opening.
His eyes widen, a small grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.
“What do you think?” I ask, turning around to look back into the mirror, flattening my hands down over the dress.
He watches me for a moment, lips pursed.
“You don’t love it.” He states, eyes still roaming over my figure.
“I don’t. It feels too… stiff. It doesn’t feel like me.”
Levi nods. “Onto the next, Princess.”
The next is a knee length, blush pink dress. It’s pretty… but definitely not gala worthy.
Stepping out to Levi, he looks me over. It’s written on his face that this isn’t the dress either.
“This isn’t the one.” I state.
Levi nods in agreement. “You look beautiful, Scar. But, yeah, this isn’t the dress.”
The third dress is a black, floor-length dress. It fits snugly through my chest before cascading down the rest of my body. The back dips low, held together by the thinnest straps. It’s elegant and flatters my figure beautifully. It’s perfect.
I move out of the stall, Levi’s jaw dropping open the second he sees me.
Wordlessly, he stands, walking up to me and placing his hands on my hips. He turns us so that we are facing toward the mirror. Placing a soft kiss behind my ear, he lowers his head onto my shoulder, a soft smile on his lips as our eyes meet in the mirror.
“And this one?” His voice is low, and gravelly, his eyes hooded with lust, and I feel some kind of anticipation building in my core.
“It’s perfect.” I whisper, my hands covering his on my hips.
He shifts closer behind me, pressing himself against my back, causing me to moan softly.
Levi guides us into the dressing room, locking the door behind him.
Placing a light kiss on my jaw, he straightens, pressing his hand gently into my back.
“Hands on the wall and bend over, Scar,” he rumbles, and I find myself growing wet at the sound of his voice alone. “Let me taste what’s mine. I’m starving.”
I find myself following his direction. This is the first time Levi’s really taken charge with intimacy and holy shit, it’s so fucking hot.
He slides the dress up my legs, agonisingly slow until it reaches my hips, my almost bare ass now on show for him.
He brings his hand between my legs, swiping his finger across my cotton covered clit before slipping his fingers into the waistband, tearing them off me.
I gasp in surprise. “Levi!”
“I’ll buy you more.” He whispers, parting me with his fingers as he leans forward and swipes his tongue once through my slit, my knees almost buckling beneath me.
Levi groans against me, the vibrations feeling incredible against my clit as he starts to feast on me like he really is starving. He’s a man of his word.
He adds a finger, and then a second, curling them inside me and finding my g-spot immediately.
“Holy shit, Levi.” I gasp as pressure begins to build in my core, my legs starting to shake.
“You can take it, baby. Now, come for me.” He rasps, and I detonate. My orgasm is the most intense it’s ever been, stars exploding behind my eyes. My legs give out and I’m trying to stay as quiet as I possibly can in this dressing room.
When I finally come down, I’m gasping for air, and only being held up by Levi.
I turn to look at him over my shoulder, his face practically covered in my arousal, and it makes me feel possessive over him in an instant. Mine.
He shoots me a cocky smirk like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“Let me go pay for the dress now, Princess.