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“It sounds better than your current one.”
“Willard is a beautiful last name!”
“Not as pretty as your first with my last.”
Oh, boy. I couldn’t handle early morning Levi. He had no filter.
“Do they do name changes when it’s a fake marriage?”
“The marriage is real on paper, so yes. They do.”
I shook my head, taking stock of the heat in my body. Seeing him relaxing in my bed, with his loose T-shirt exposing a touch of his stomach, was too much. It was like the honeymoon all over again, except now I knew exactly how he could make me feel.
But anywhere except my bed felt cold, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to face that.
Then Levi pulled me back down.
“We can take a few minutes.”
It was before coffee. That was the only explanation for the way my body curled into his and accepted my fate.
Or at least that was what I told myself.
But the addition of him in my bed made my room a dreadfully comforting place.
I closed my eyes, wondering what my life would be like if I woke up to this every day.
For one, I’d be far hornier. I could feel it now, moving through my body like liquid heat, making every part of me want him.
And two, it would hurt even worse when it all went wrong. Screwing my eyes shut, I tried to picture the pain I would be in when this all ended. If I thought about it enough, I could muster the bravery to get out of bed and move on with my day.
I thought of how he’d texted someone else on the honeymoon, how that secret could end us.
But I also remembered how good he’d made me feel on the honeymoon too.
Logic was at war with lust, and unfortunately, logic didn’t usually win for me.
I wanted him, and the consequences were a future-Amy problem.
All thoughts of what could go wrong vanished. I leaned into him more and then looked up at him.
His eyes met mine and I wondered if this was doing the same thing to him. Did he wonder about what happened on the honeymoon? Or was it just me?
My gaze fell to his lips and the memory of what they’d felt like on me played back in my brain.
I needed that again, so before I could talk myself out of it, I reached over and kissed him.
Levi took in a sharp breath of air and his hand on my shoulder clamped down as if he wanted to keep me close.
Little did he know, I couldn’t leave.
My palms slid down his chest and his other hand landed on my cheek. The kiss turned from chaste to more as I moved my lips against his. I took a chance and swiped my tongue against his bottom lip.
His resulting groan made him pull me closer and I hooked my leg over his lap and swung myself to where I was on top of him.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he pulled away.
“I don’t know. I’m just doing what I want.”