The offer is presented with such nonchalance, I’m positive I’ve heard him wrong.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“You’re right. It’s a terrible idea.” Levi chuckles awkwardly before reaching for the remote that I’d set aside to search for a show to watch and to end this conversation. My foot darts out of its own accord and kicks the remote off the coffee table.
“What were you saying?” I press, my voice cracking.
Another awkward laugh slips out of him before he scratches his jaw. “I was just thinking that if we can make the situation more comfortable for your first time, then maybe it’ll go more smoothly when it’s for real.”
“Like a trial run.”
“Exactly.”
Positive I’ll regret this tomorrow but unable to help myself, I nod. “Okay.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I mean, if you think it’ll help.”
“Okay. So….” He runs his hand along the top of my knee, his skin scalding me with his heated touch.
Sitting there frozen, I stare at his hand as it rests against my bare skin. His thumb gently rubs back and forth, and I find myself mesmerized by the movement.
“How are you feeling?” his husky voice breaks the silence.
“Good.”
Sliding his hand up an inch, he presses, “How ’bout now?”
“Yup.” I swallow thickly. “Still good.”
With slow movements, he changes tactics, brushing his hand up my bare arm. “Now?”
Goosebumps appear along my bare skin, and I catch myself holding my breath.
“Charlie?”
“Good. I’m good.” I glance up at him to see his mouth tilted up in amusement.
“Good,” he murmurs before cupping my jaw. The tips of his fingers tangle in my hair, causing a tiny spark of pain along my scalp that sends tingles racing down my spine.
Breath fanning across my face, he whispers, “And now?”
I close my eyes and lick my lips. “Yup. Just dandy.”
His deep chuckle is mingled with an almost silent, “Good girl,” before his lips are on mine.
The heat from his mouth is like a warm drink of hot chocolate on a cold day, and I open my lips to see if he’ll taste just as good as my favorite beverage. His tongue runs along the seam, barely grazing the entrance of my mouth before retreating back. I catch myself mirroring his movements with my own. Squirming on the couch, I press myself closer to him. My fingers dig into his thick bicep, but I won’t acknowledge it’s because I don’t want him to pull away. Not now that I’ve had a taste. A soft moan escapes my lips when his tongue brushes against mine.
Shit, you taste good.
His fingers tighten, tilting my head back as he takes control of the kiss and practically swallows me whole. I’m so lost in his touch that I don’t notice we’re moving until my back hits the couch behind me, and I’m surrounded by his scent. His muscles. His taste. Everything.
I’m being consumed by Levi McCoy, and I can’t think of a better way to go.
With his groin pressed against mine and his arms on either side of my head, he cages me in. Seconds later, a soft vibration in said groin area makes me buck my hips toward him.
“What the hell is that?” I practically screech, pulling away from his delectable lips.