Page 138 of Levi

His words are as warm as sunshine.

“I missed you, baby,” I admit.

I know, I know, it’s only been a couple of days, but I’m so used to waking up in his arms, his absence has somewhat discombobulated me.

He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, his aqua eyes boring into mine.

“What did you miss the most?” he asks.

Instead of answering, I offer my lips.

He doesn’t own my lips like I need.

Instead, he teases, letting his lips ghost over mine, almost enjoying torturing me.

I hiss a hurried breath, shuddering in anticipation.

He skates his lips over mine.

Finally.

A tremble builds inside me, causing my body to vibrate.

I get on my tiptoes, demanding more. He pulls away.

“Are you going to kiss me?” My annoyance is loud and clear.

He gives me a cocky grin. “Is that a demand, little one?”

“It’s been two long days,” I complain.

“That wasn’t an answer.”

“Please, kiss me,” I plead. “I missed your lips so much.”

“I much prefer hearing you beg.”

He tangles my hair in his hand, tugging me close.

His eyes brush along my face, stopping at my mouth.

I’m just about to plead again when his lips meet mine, urgent and desperate.

I gasp against his kiss, my body sighing in relief.

He’s back.

He fucking devours my mouth, claiming me as his.

God, yes.

Sparks shoot straight to my needy clit.

When he pulls away, I grunt in disagreement.

“Patience. The night is still young,” he reminds me.

“You’re right,” I concede.