Some Sort of Love (Happy Crazy Love #3) (13 page)

I needed to show him love, and make him feel like he deserved it—because he did.

“Let’s go,” I whispered.

His dark eyes had fire in them. “I was just thinking the same.”

I have long legs, but I could barely keep up with Levi as he pulled me through the restaurant, out the door, and down the street. He drove home with one hand on the wheel, the other on my inner thigh, and I stroked him through his jeans, hardly able to sit still, every cell in my body radiating with desire.

The ride seemed to take forever, every stop sign a purgatory, every red light a hell. Finally we reached my building, and both of us unbuckled our seatbelt, jumped out of the car, and raced up the walk in five seconds flat. As I unlocked my front door, Levi stood behind me and slipped his arms around my waist, one hand sliding up to cover a breast, the other snaking down beneath the hem of my skirt. His mouth was hot on my neck as he pulled me back against him, his cock hard against my tailbone.

“Oh God,” I panted as his fingers edged my panties aside and dipped inside me. “I can’t concentrate. I can’t get the door open.”

“Do it,” he ordered, “or I’m going to fuck you right here against your front door and I won’t care who sees.”

Finally, I got the right key and managed to turn it. As soon as we were inside the hallway, Levi pushed me back against the door, dragging my skirt up to my waist. My purse and keys hit the floor, and so did his jacket. He crushed his mouth to mine as his hand slid inside my black lace panties and my fingers frantically tore at the buttons on his shirt.

“I fucking love how wet you are,” he said, plunging one finger inside me, then two. He pushed them in deep. “I want my cock right there. I want to bury myself inside you so deep it hurts, just the way you like it.”

“I want it,” I hissed, pulling his shirt from his pants and unbuckling his belt. “Now.” But before I could unzip his pants and get my hands on him, he dropped to his knees in front of me and fastened his mouth on my pussy through the lace, and I grabbed two fistfuls of his hair.

When my panties were thoroughly soaked inside and out, he yanked them down my legs and off my feet. Then he put his mouth on me again, the flat of his tongue stroking my clit as his fingers slid inside me.

“Levi, please,” I begged. “I want you inside me. I want your cock.”

“Not until you come like this.” I felt his breath on me and then a few light flicks with the tip of his tongue. “Then you can have all the cock you want.”

Two minutes later, I was screaming his name, my hands clutching his hair, my head thumping back against the door as my clit throbbed against his tongue. I barely had time to catch my breath before he stood up and whipped my top over my head, reached behind me and unhooked my bra, and slipped it off my shoulders.

He left the red heels on.

Our mouths hot and panting against each other’s, we tore at his clothing until my hallway was littered with every stitch he’d been wearing tonight. I watched him roll on the condom before turning around and bracing two hands against the door. “Like this,” I whispered. “Like the first time.”

He stood behind me, teasing my ass with the head of his dick. “The only thing that will be like the first time is the way we’re standing. Everything else will be much, much better. Now spread your gorgeous legs for me, and let me show you how.”

I opened my legs wider for him and held my breath as he slid inside me, so deep he pushed me up onto my toes. “Yes,” I whispered as he reached around and rubbed my clit with his fingertips, not too hard or fast, but in steady, rhythmic circles that made me sigh. His other hand moved up my stomach to cover one breast, my nipple hard against his palm.

“I fucking love it when you beg for my cock. It makes this moment, when I first get inside you, that much sweeter.” Buried deep, he held himself there and kissed the back of my neck, sending chills down my spine. His mouth traveled down one shoulder, and I turned my head to meet his lips with mine. Our kiss was languid and sensual, our mouths soft, tongues searching.

He began to rock into me, slow and deep, his fingers between my legs moving a little faster, pressing a little firmer. “I want this all the fucking time, Jillian. I want my mouth on you, my hands on you. I want my cock inside you, making you come. It makes me feel so fucking good.”

“I love it,” I said on a sigh. “I love what you do to me.”
And I love that being inside me is your respite from everything, your sanctuary.

He teased my nipple with his fingers, sending sparks of lust straight to my core, and I felt him grow even thicker inside me. “Fuck, I get so hard for you.”

“I feel it,” I said, wincing as he thrust harder, went deeper. “And I think about it—all the time.”

“You think about my hard cock all the time?” He stopped moving for a second. “Goddamn, that’s hot.”

I laughed, a little deliriously, then gasped when he jabbed into me again with even more force. “Yes. I think about how big you are, how thick, how hard. I think about the way you fuck me, how you make me come so fast, and I have to touch myself, but all I want is the real thing.”

“And I think about this sweet little pussy,” he whispered, rubbing my clit even harder. “The way it tastes, the way it feels, the way you get so wet for me. Every night when I’m in bed alone, I want to fuck you so badly it hurts. I fuck my hand just to relieve the tension, but it’s not nearly good enough.”

Thinking about him jerking off to me in bed at night was so hot I nearly exploded. I took my hands off the door and reached back, grabbing his neck. “
This
is what I want. You’re everything I want.”

His mouth was right at my ear as he thrust deep inside me. “Come for me, love. Let me feel it.”

Oh God, Levi. Call me love and I’ll do anything you say. An orgasm is the least of it.

But since you asked…

Hanging on to his neck for dear life, I arched my back as he fucked me, crying out as the climax erupted, my legs shaking and weak, my insides pulsing around him.

Afterward, I fell forward against the door, flattening my palms above my head, and he grabbed my hips, holding me steady as he drove into me hard and fast. “God, I love your back,” he said, his voice raw. “I love your arms and your neck and your ass. I love your legs—oh fuck.” He groaned as I brought my feet together, making myself tighter for him. “You have no idea what you do to me. I’m losing my
fucking
mind. If you knew—if you knew—” His words turned to short, snarling rasps of breath that matched the ferocity of his movement. His fingers dug into my hips as he began to moan, his body going still as his cock throbbed inside me.

“Yes. Come for me, love,” I breathed over one shoulder, repeating his words so he would know I felt what he did, so he would know he wasn’t crazy, so he’d know he wasn’t alone.

So he’d know he was enough.

• • •

Levi used the bathroom next to my bedroom, and I threw his white shirt on and went up to the kitchen to get some water. It smelled like him, which sent a tingle up my spine, and I put my face in the collar, breathing in his scent.

While I was up there, I cleaned up a little in the guest bathroom and wondered if he wanted to come up and watch a movie or something or if he wanted to go to bed. It was only about ten-thirty, which I was both happy and sad about—it meant we still had about twelve hours, but it also meant that we
only
had about twelve hours. Our night together had barely gotten started and I was already sorry it had to end. When could we do this again? Would it be another week? Longer? He probably couldn’t ask his sister to take Scotty overnight that often.

The difficulties in dating a single father were suddenly even more real.

Don’t ask. Don’t say anything. He feels bad enough about that. He’ll think he’s disappointing you.

Levi came up the stairs wearing just his jeans as I was pulling two bottles of water from the fridge. His bare chest and tousled hair and handsome face made the butterflies in my stomach start up again, and I smiled as I handed him a water. “I like seeing you here.”

He smiled. “I like seeing you in my shirt.”

“I love it. It smells like you.” I sniffed the collar again. “Would it be too adolescent of me to ask you if I can keep it to sleep with?”

He laughed as he uncapped the water. “Then I’m keeping your underwear that’s on the floor down there.”

I giggled and swallowed half the bottle of water. “What would you like to do? Watch a movie or something?”

“I’m fine with anything.” He tipped back the water and drank as much as I had.

“Did you check in with your sister? Everything OK?”

“I did, and no message. I assume everything is fine.” Worry creased his forehead. “It was sort of…a rough week at school.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He didn’t look entirely pleased that his sister hadn’t let him know how things were going. “If you want to call her, it’s OK.”

He put the cap on the bottle and set it down. “Come here.” I set my water aside too, and he pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me and leaning back against the counter. “Part of me does want to call her, but another part says to leave him be. If there was a problem, she’d call. I want tonight to be about you.”

I hugged his torso, pressing close. In our bare feet, the top of my head nestled under his chin. “It’s not just about me. It’s about us.”

He kissed my head. “It is about us. We need this.”

With one light on above the range, the kitchen was dark and intimate, the only sound the hum of the fridge. We stayed in the cozy embrace for a moment, neither of us moving.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d told me at the restaurant—about feeling guilty, about the promises he’d made to his son, about feeling like he wasn’t enough. Although it made me sad for him, I was happy he’d opened up to me that way, that he trusted me with his feelings. It helped me understand him so much better, especially his reluctance to enter into a relationship. Any time and attention diverted from his son must feel like a betrayal. But he had to know that it wasn’t, right? Otherwise, how were we going to make this work?

I pressed my lips to his chest, wishing I could make everything better for him.

“Hey,” he said.

I pulled back a little and looked up at him. “What?”

“Am I insane?”

I smiled. “I don’t think so. Why?”

“Because I’m standing here in your kitchen thinking crazy things.”

“Like what?”

“Like how much I loved making dinner for you the other night. And what I can make you for breakfast in the morning. And when can I see you in
my
kitchen. And when can we spend another night together. When can we spend two nights together?”

I giggled, squeezing him tight.
He feels the same way!
“We haven’t even spent one night together yet.”

“I know, that’s why I’m telling you it’s insane. But I also know one night with you won’t be enough.” He kissed me softly. “I want all your nights, Jillian.”

“You can have them,” I whispered, my pulse racing.

“But I can’t. I
can’t
. And I’m resentful of that.” He closed his eyes. “And here’s where the guilt gets me.”

“Shhhh.” Running my hands over his skin, I pressed kisses everywhere my lips could reach—his mouth, his jaw, his cheek, his throat, his chest. “No guilt. Let’s not worry about anything beyond being here together tonight, OK?” I looked up at him, my breath catching. “This is what we have, and it’s all I need.”

He took my face in his hands. “You’re so beautiful. And sweet. You could have so much more than I can give you.”

“No more of that. I just want you, Levi.” My hand slid down the front of his jeans. “Tell me I have you.”

“You have me.” He crushed his mouth to mine so hard our teeth clicked, his tongue sliding between my lips. His hands moved into my hair, and his breathing was ragged and heavy. Turning us so that my back was against the counter, he put his hands on my waist and lifted me onto it.

I opened my knees and reached for the button on his jeans as he kissed a hot, fiery path down my neck. When I had his pants undone, I shoved them down and reached inside for his cock. It sprang up like I’d flipped a switch, growing hot and hard and thick in my hand. I slipped the solid flesh through my fingers as he unbuttoned the shirt I wore and put his hands on the sides of my ribcage, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. They stiffened and tingled at his touch, and he groaned against my throat as I teased the head of his cock with my fingers. How was it possible I was aching for him to fill me again already?