The kiss was hard and deep and full of ownership. Again, it should be too much, too intense, too damned everything, but when he wrapped an arm around my waist, the other still gripping my ass, and he lifted me to deepen the kiss, every part of me screamed out for more.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and threw my arms around his neck, and kissed him back, chasing that high, that escape only Manic…Levi seemed to be able to give me.
How could a person have that kind of effect over another? But he did. And I craved it, craved him and what only he could give me.
I clung to him as he slowed the kiss and whimpered when he lifted his head and stared down at me. I chased his mouth, and he brushed his lips with mine again, giving me what I wanted and not nearly enough at the same time.
He sat me on the counter and gripped my knees, pushing them wide, and stepped in between them. Even with me sitting on the counter, he towered over me. “Your pussy drenched, Addie?”
“Yes.” I wanted him badly.
“Good, ’cause I want you hot and slick when I take you over my knee and dish out your punishment. And when your ass is red and you’re squirming and messy and begging for my cock, I’m going to hold you down and fuck you in a way that you’ll be feeling it for a week. Every step you take, you’ll feel me inside you. It’s gonna keep you wet for days, Addie. It’s gonna make you want that from me again and again.”
My breathing was choppy, and the throb between my thighs turned into a desperate ache. I tried to close my legs, to squeeze them shut, but his hips were in the way.
“You need something, cupcake?”
“You know what I need,” I said, sounding breathless.
He shook his head but pressed his hand to my pussy, over my tights. “No, cupcake, you don’t get to squeeze these sexy-as-fuck thighs together to ease the ache. You feel it until you’ve soaked your panties through. I want to feel how drenched they are when I undress you later. You gonna give that to me?”
“Jesus, Mani—”
He growled.
I bit my lip. “I mean Levi.”
His eyes were hot, excited, no doubt mirroring my own. “Your ass is gonna be fucking glowing when I’m done with you later, Addison.”
Fuck.I’d never been this turned on ever in my life. This was crazy.
There was a bang from the workshop, and Manic lifted his head, then looked back at me. He cupped my jaw. “But first I need to go talk to the old man.”
“Okay.”
His gaze softened. “Fucking glad you’re here, Addie.”
“Me too.” Honestly, there was nowhere else I’d rather be.
* * *
Manic
He didn’t turn to face me when I walked in. My father kept his head down, sanding whatever it was he was working on. Bess bumped my hand with her nose. I gave her head a rub, then she trotted back to her bed by the fire.
“Addie made you cookies.” The old man’s dark eyes sliced to the plate I’d set on the bench beside me. “Choc chunk and they’re fucking amazing. Everything she makes is amazing.”
He dropped his sanding block and took one. My father had a sweet tooth and he loved home baking. Why the hell hadn’t I thought of something like this before now?
He took a bite and muttered an appreciative curse, then shoved the rest in his mouth. “They’re good.”
Understatement. I handed him a beer and he took that as well.
“But if you think a few cookies will get me to change my mind—”
“Don’t want to fight. When I came here, I had no intention of saying any of that shit to you that I did.” I shoved my hands in my pockets. “But that’s what always seems to happen when we’re in a room together. We’re fucking shit at communicating.”
He grunted.