Page 51 of Levi

“Lucky me,” she smiles. “You don’t date?”

It’s a loaded question, one that always brings back sad memories.

“I haven’t in a while.” That’s all I’m willing to share with her right now. Going down that road is a guaranteed mood killer.

“I’m sorry, Levi,” Jules apologizes.

I guess my tone was clipped.

“It’s a long story,” I tell her.And a painful one.

“I have a few of those myself,” she says.

“We’re here to forget. Remember?”

She nods. “I’m totally on board with that plan.”

I swipe the keycard and push the door open, holding it for her as she steps inside.

I drop the keycard on the console table next to the door, reach for her waist and pull her to me, a sense of urgency guiding my every move.

My fingers brush up her face before cradling it. For a few breaths, my eyes bore into hers.

Her long, dark eyelashes flutter like crazy.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Jules,” I murmur.

She lifts her chin up, offering me her lips.

“What do you want?” I tease.

“Kiss me.” Her breath comes out in a soft sigh. “Please.”

“I had my lips on you half an hour ago,” I remind her.

“That’s a lifetime ago,” she tells me with a pout.

“I agree.”

Putting an end to her torment, and mine, I lower my lips to hers.

The kiss is hot, possessive.

I grip her face between my palms, denying her from escaping, and slip my wet tongue into her welcoming mouth.

Fuck.

I could kiss her like this all day long.

My hands travel from her face, to her shoulders, down her back until they’re cupping her firm, bouncy ass.

I groan and so does she.

Fucking perfection.

Squeezing her ass cheeks tight, I bring her body close, and she whimpers so sweetly as I grind the evidence of my desire against her.

God, what is this woman doing to me?