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Chapter Eleven

Levi

I don’t get to see her the next day but on Saturday I show up at her door because we agreed to go out with her friend Sophie, and her boyfriend, Max. I figured it might be best to give her a little breathing room after we went so far the last time. Instead of taking it slow, I wound up with her breast in my hand testing the weight and she had a grip on my cock. So, yeah, the day off was probably needed if we didn’t want to wind up in bed before our first real fake date.

I can’t help but wonder how she’s going to handle being on the back of my bike. I can’t help but walk differently on my way to her door. I’ve got a cocky strut that tells everyone who looks just exactly what I’ve been doing with my girl. If Zane ever sees me, I won’t need words to tell him what’s been going on.

I knock but she doesn’t answer, and I can’t help but wonder if she snuck out to grab us food again even though it’s my turn to feed us. But when I text her, she doesn’t text me back. Instead, she calls.

“Levi,” I can hear what sounds like the shower in the background, “shit, I’m so sorry. I’m running late. My spare key is under the little ladybug in the flowerpot. Just go ahead and come on in. I’ll be out in just a few minutes.”

I already have the key in my hand when she speaks again.

“Also, can you come grab my phone? I’m pretty sure the floor is already soaked and the way my day is going I’ll probably drop it or it will fall. Thanks.”

My temper flairs so high I can barely see as I let myself in. She just really asked me to come into her home while she was naked in the shower and then invited me into the same freakin’ room. I pocket the key so it’s not going to be put back under that damned ladybug and go to find my fake girlfriend. If I find out Zane knows about her spare, I might change my mind about killing him.

I shut and lock the door behind me. Her music is turned up so loud she couldn’t possibly hear an intruder if one broke in. I walk into her room where the music and shower are louder. Clothes are laid out on a chair and her bed is unmade. I walk to the half-closed door and open it. There’s a puddle on the floor and her phone is haphazardly perched on a towel that looks like it might fall too. But the thing that has my complete and total attention is the woman behind the shower curtain.

Does she realize the thing is backlit, so she becomes an erotic shadow putting on a show for me?

“Tamsin.”

“Hi, Levi. Just make yourself comfortable and I’ll be out in just a second.”

“You let every guy you date know where your spare key is, baby?”

“Well, there’s only been you and that fucker, and believe me, I never said a word about that bad boy when he was around. The only three people who know about it are you, me, and my best friend.”

Something settles and I find I don’t feel like yanking her out of the fucking shower and spanking her wet, naked ass now. Well, as badly as I did when I came in.

“Oh shit!” And I’m back needing my hand on her ass. The curtain is pulled back and I curl my fingers in my palms, so I don’t just drag her the hell out. “I think April might know about it.”

“I’m keeping the key and we’re getting your fucking locks changed tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow is Sunday. No one will come out on Sunday to do that.”

“I can do that, sweetheart. I’ll go get the shit to do it in the morning.” I don’t tell her I don’t plan to leave tonight.

She gives me a little smile that makes her fucking eyes twinkle, “Thank you, Levi.”

And then she’s ducking back behind the curtain. I walk back to her room and pull the door shut. No need to tempt myself any further than I already am. I touch her desk, her curtains, pretty much everything I can lay my hands on and then I start looking for things that aren’t readily available -like her underwear drawer.

I pull out a pair of panties that are crotchless with the front nothing but lace in the shape of a butterfly. The thing is barley dental floss with a clear lace patch. If she wore them, I would be able to see every fucking thing, nothing hidden. My mind automatically goes to wondering if she is bare or does she have a little stripe leading to heaven. A pattern perhaps. A little heart or something whimsical like that. Or is she au natural? Somehow, looking at these little panties, I’m betting she isn’t rocking the natural look.

The shower turns off and by the time I’ve turned around, she’s coming out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but water droplets and a towel. What the hell? Is she trying to kill me?

Her eyes drop to my hand where I am holding the scrap of material still. Her eyes narrow but a sly smile lifts her lips into a devilish grin.

“Please tell me you weren’t going to try those on?”

I can’t hold back the bark of laughter that comes from deep in my chest.

“No, kitten, I think I’ll leave these for you to wear.”

“Not that I would judge you for it. We’d just have to find a bigger size.”

“Oh yeah, you don’t think I can wear them?” I hold them up for her. “Why don’t you put them on and let me see if I really need a bigger size?”

She pulls them from my hand and wags her finger at me.

“Why don’t you stay out of my underwear drawer?”

“Hmm, seems like something a boyfriend would do, kitten. But if you really want to keep me out I’m sure we could come up with a surefire way to do just that. All you’d have to do is model all your pretty little panties for me. I’m very sure that there are more I would love to look at.”

“I bet there is.” Her attention is taken from me briefly by a song that comes on. Her eyes widen and her whole face lights up. “Oh my God! I love this song! I haven’t heard this song in forever!”

She grabs my arm and does a bounce thing that makes the towel pop up with her. It doesn’t help that the song is dirty as hell. How long has it been since I got so excited about something as simple as a good song coming on? Or about getting to see someone I just saw the day before? Tamsin is dangerous. Much more dangerous than something as pedestrian as a loaded gun or drugs or going too fast on a curvy road.

She runs around the room and dances around me and the entire time I’m just waiting. Waiting for that towel to fall, waiting for the right moment to pounce, waiting for her to show me everything. She comes back over, and my hand shoots out before I can stop myself. I tug her against me and drop back on her bed. There’s not a lot of room for both of us so she ends up plastered against me. My mouth finds hers and this time there is no build-up, no gentle kisses to ease her into more. No, this time I take her mouth in a deep kiss that leaves us both breathless and hungry for more.

The taste of her, the feel of her opening for me, of her giving herself over to me is a heady drug. She doesn’t understand what she’s doing and isn’t trying to be this way. Our mouths mimic sex, my tongue doing to her mouth what my dick wants to do to her sweet little pussy.

When I pull back to stare down at her, her lips are swollen, and her eyes are closed. She’s laid out for me like a delicate smorgasbord. She’s breathing hard causing her trapped breasts to rise and fall and pulling my gaze down to where the towel is knotted. Her eyes open as I run my fingertip down from the little dip at the base of her neck all the way down to the knot. And then I go under it.

She gasps as I nestle just the tip of my finger in between the swells of her breasts but she doesn’t pull away from me or tell me to stop either.

“We should probably get you more comfortable with my touch, don’t you think?”

Her eyes are wide but again she doesn’t tell me to go to hell or to stop touching her. Or that I’m a dirty perv that needs to keep his hands to himself.