Page 3 of Defended by the Lumberjack (Moonshine Ridge Lumberjacks #2)
Chapter Three
July
L evi's been pretty quiet, but his eyes are laser focused on my every move. From taking out the pins in my hair to untying my pants.
He doesn't say a word when I confess my inexperience or to my obvious proposition.
I don't think he would have waited for me after work if he wasn't interested. I don't think he would have followed me to my apartment if he wasn't expecting something.
Maybe my body isn't what he imagined now that he can see what's under the loose chef's uniform. Or maybe he's rethinking getting involved with a woman who just admitted she doesn't really know what she's doing.
Although, the heat in his stare makes me think that's a battle he might be losing with himself.
I'm down to just my bra under a camisole top and a pair of cotton panties that definitely back up my claim that I'm not used to seducing strangers I've just met.
"I like a lot more than just what I can see, July."
Levi's gruff voice is thick and low as he steps closer to me.
His hands slide up my arms, his thumb trailing over my throat and up my jaw line. His eyes rake down my body so completely I feel it.
My nipples are already hard under my bra, my panties uncomfortably wet between my legs.
I want this man. I want this man in a way I've never felt before.
"I don't know how to explain it, darling, but you're mine, July. And I'm yours. You owned me the minute I saw you in the hall downstairs."
"Is that what this feeling is, Levi?" I step free of the clothes pooled on the floor and meet him halfway. "Because I feel the same way."
"Good. Because you need to know that if I stay, it's going to be for good. I want you July, but I want forever, not just tonight."
It's a ridiculous demand and I shouldn't be nodding my head so eagerly, let alone giving myself over to this man so completely so quickly. I can't help myself. It doesn't sound like a line, and I feel what he's saying with the same certainty that's carried in his tone.
Our lips crash together in a new kiss and Levi picks me up easily, carrying me into my room and dropping me on the bed as if I were as weightless as a doll.
I move into the center of the bed, making way for Levi to join me, his large body covering mine as he crawls onto the mattress to settle between my legs.
Struggling to sit up, I start working on the buttons of his shirt while his hands reach behind me to unclasp my bra and then strip me from it and my cami at the same time.
"My God, July, these are perfect for me."
He breathes the words like a prayer as he fills his hands with my breasts. Pressing me back into the heavy, winter duvet, Levi covers one of my achingly hard nipples with his mouth. So hot and wet on my sensitive skin that I arch my back into the feeling.
I feel the warmth of his naked chest against my stomach, against my mound, with just my panties between my flesh and his as he lavishes attention on my breasts.
The sound of his shoes hitting the floor as he kicks them off echoes through my quiet room along with the sound of my moans and gasps as he tongues and sucks my nipples.
I want to finish undressing him. I want to unbuckle his belt and push the soft, wool trousers off his hips and find out what kind of underwear he wears to a fancy company Christmas party. Then I want those on the floor too.
But Levi's in control now and he's not giving it back.
Levi
J uly's body is all softness, filling my hands and molding so fucking sweetly to the hard planes of the muscles that I've built over the years of working for the logging company. Every part of her feels like it was made just for me.
I work my way down her body, giving each breast a goodbye kiss before exploring the roundness of her belly and then her hips.
Laying kisses over those curves, I close my eyes and think of watching them expand while our babies grow inside her.
Fuck. I never thought breeding a woman would have me feeling so worked up, but the idea has me fumbling between us to get my slacks undone so I can fist my cock.
Possessiveness swells up from someplace deep inside me and I'm overcome with the need to claim this woman. I have to fill July's tight little pussy with my cock, mark her with my cum and erase anyone else who's ever been here before me.
"You said you don't have a lot of experience."
I'm settled between her legs now, my thumb pressing into her center through the soaking wet spot that's darkened the pink cotton briefs left between her sweet cunt and my mouth.
"Are you still a virgin, baby?"
I don't know what I'll do if she says yes.
The caveman roaring inside my brain wants to be the only one who will ever touch her, but a more civilized part of me is terrified of hurting her.
"No... sorry."
Relief floods me, then that possessive need to make her mine. Just mine.
"Was he someone special?"
Maybe we should have this talk when my mouth isn't watering from the anticipation of getting her sweet taste on my tongue, but there's a primal drumbeat inside my head that has to know.
Above me, July's head makes a soft sound as it hits the pillow and she laughs lightly at the ceiling.
"I was a twenty-two year old virgin living in Italy with roommates that acted like virginity was a disease. He was a Spanish history student visiting for his studies. He looked at my body like it was art and he acted like my v-card was a trophy.
We went on two dates and I never spoke to him again. Deed done. Roommates placated. He wasn't special and it didn't live up to the hype."
Another confusing battle rages inside me. Relief that her previous lover wasn't someone that will always be competing with me for space in her heart, and anger that he didn't make an effort to try.
"I'm gonna change that for you, right now, baby. When I'm done, you won't remember anyone but me."
Slipping the panties down her hips, I press my nose into the scent that has me half crazed and inhale. Then I do my very best to make sure I live up to the hype.
July makes a cute little noise. She sounds like she's all in with my promise and I plan to keep it.
"Knees up, baby girl, let me taste this pussy."