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Chapter Ten

Tamsin

The last thing I want to think about is Zane but for Levi, all this is about, is revenge. And I would be smart to remember that, “Not really. He never really wanted to do it like you do. And, um, I was never really comfortable with…him being so close.”

“You don’t seem to have a problem being close to me, kitten, so, I’m thinking that was a him problem and not a you problem.”

He gives my head a slight push so that I’m resting against his chest while he makes big circles on my back with his fingertips. He touched me and I think got to second base and I’ve only been ‘dating’ him for two days now. What does that say about me? What does that say about Levi? Is this just normal everyday play for him? How many women has he been like this with and why does the thought of him doing it every Saturday make me sick?

“He never really wanted me to sit on him either. He said I was too heavy.” I supply without him really asking because I want to stop the track my thoughts are on.

“That mother fucker. He just wasn’t man enough to hold a woman like you.”

And he is. For how many women beside me? How do I get this feeling and these thoughts to stop? I try to raise up off him, put distance between us, but those fingertips that were lightly caressing before now become his while hands holding me down. I try to remember what we were talking about.

“I don’t know about that. Before you taught me…how to do it, I guess I wasn’t very good. And I have no clue what I’m doing past kissing. Even though I have all those books about how to…do stuff.”

“I think you know exactly what you’re doing, baby.” He takes my hand that has been lying on his chest and moves it down to lay it on his pants right above his zipper. I can feel his hard-on immediately. “See.”

I gasp and try to lift my hand away, but he holds it there.

“Don’t pull away, baby. You ever touch one?”

Is he being mean right now? “You know I haven’t.”

“You could have brushed against one or sat on one accidentally.”

“Yeah, that never happened.” He grins like he’s up to the most mischievous shit anyone has ever been up to.

He pulls me close and when he speaks, the tiny hairs he’s moving close to my neck tickle, “You should get used to feeling it, baby. I’m gonna be hard for you every time you’re in the same room.”

Oh, wow!

It feels huge under my fingertips and I can’t help but tighten my grip to try to figure out how thick it is. He moves his hips under me and moans causing my eyes to fly to his when they had been glued to where my hand was. He doesn’t blush or shy away but instead drops his hand over mine so we both slide up and down on the length hidden under the denim.

“Anytime you want to meet with him, baby, you just say the word.”

Oh my God!

“I don’t…not right now.” God, I hope that doesn’t piss him off. “You said we’d go slow.”

“I did. And we will. But never doubt how fucking hot and desirable you are, kitten. All you got to do when you’re in doubt is to look down.”

I nod and he releases my hand which I automatically take away. This time when I take his shirt in my hand it’s in a tight grasp that kind of seems like I’m trying to hang on to him instead of floating away.

“I am interested in taking a look at those books but for right now, let’s watch a movie and chill, maybe kiss some more.”

“Okay. Yes. That sounds…,” safer, “good. Let’s do that.”

One thing is for sure. Levi certainly knows how to take my mind off everything but the present. And if he keeps staying until way early in the morning, we won’t have to tell what’s-his-name about us, everybody else in town will do the job for us.