She lifted to her tiptoes and I leaned in. “Nothing makes me come faster or harder. Nothing,” she said against my ear.
“That a challenge, Addison?”
“You can take it any way you like, Levi.”
I ran my fingers through her hair and turned her head, dragging my lips over her throat and nipping a cute little earlobe. “Later, I’m going to strip you from the waist down, tie your hands together with your panties, and fuck you in that sweater. I promise, you’ll come harder, baby.”
I heard her swallow, and then she lifted her head. “You really like this sweater, huh?”
“You have no idea.”
She ran a hand down the sleeve. “Is it why you started calling me cupcake?”
I nodded and slid my hand up her waist, my thumb resting against the side of her tit. “Yeah.”
“So you, ah, weren’t kidding about us”—she licked her lips—“making the most of this weekend.”
“No. Now kiss me.”
She looked around us, hesitating, even though I could see how much she wanted to.
“Everyone here thinks you’re my woman, Addie.” The words were nothing but a growl. She sucked in a breath, her gaze dropping to my mouth, then did as I asked, lifting to her toes and meeting me halfway. I took hold of her throat and claimed her lush mouth in a short but hard kiss, sucking her lips before I released her.
She swayed a little, and I grinned, satisfied that she was as turned on as me.
I’d take her upstairs and have her now—but I needed to be here when the old man arrived. So I found a seat and pulled her onto my lap to wait.