Page 47 of Reaper and Ruin

I loved the way it felt. He wasn’t consciously trying to turn me on, but just the way he wanted to be near me, wanted to touch me, was all it took for me to be thinking about more than just the football game we were supposed to be watching.

I kissed his neck, inhaling the delicious scent of him while my nose was there.

He let out a murmur of approval at what I was doing, and he transferred his beer to the hand that was wrapped around me so he had one free to undo his top button.

The collar loosened, and then some more when I undid the second button to give me better access. I kissed my way all over the side of his neck, the small pecks quickly turning into open-mouth sucks, my tongue flicking over his skin.

He tightened his grip on me. “Don’t stop, Violet.”

“You’ve had too many oysters,” Levi mock complained from the other couch.

But I didn’t miss the way his attention was no longer focused on the game, and instead, was solely concentrated on me and Whip.

I undid a few more buttons and worked my way across his chest and to the other side of his neck, repeating the action there. I brushed my lips over his ear, breathing heavy across it.

He groaned. “Keep doing that, Violet, and you’re going to find yourself spread out on this coffee table.”

I did it again, letting him know the idea of that threat was actually very welcome.

He growled in my ear, taking control, and lowering the zipper on the back of my dress. His dick got hard beneath me, and I wiggled on top of it. I knew what I was doing to him.

His fingers found the back clasp of my bra, and he undid it.

I pulled the straps down my arms and dropped it on the floor, leaning back and tilting my head up to look at the ceiling so he had room to kiss his way down my neck, across my chest, and over my breasts.

He gripped one in his hand, flicking his thumb over the tip, tightening the nipple until it was taut and begging for his mouth. He lowered his lips and sucked.

I gasped at the sensation, silently begging him for more. My fingers found the nape of his neck and stroked across it. The short beard that lined his jaw scratched on my skin, but in a way that only increased the pleasure, the sensation of hard against soft so intoxicating I just wanted to feel him all over me.

Levi put his beer down, his gaze fixated on me and Whip and what he was doing to my body.

My gaze held his.

My breath hitched.

Levi dropped to his knees and crawled across the carpet to settle at our feet. He undid my shoes and slipped them off myfeet. His fingers held my leg like it was something precious, and he lowered his mouth, kissing the inside of my ankle.

I shivered at the tiny touch, that single touch of his lips somehow so erotic it had a rush of arousal pooling at my core.

His gaze never left mine. He worked his way up the inside of my leg, kissing and stroking and licking at my skin while Whip turned my breasts into his own personal lollipops, devouring each one in turn until I was trembling.

Levi used his shoulders to push my thighs apart. His fingers hooked in the elastic of my panties, and then a tearing sound filled the room.

Seams ripping, Levi shredding my underwear.

Whip and I both stared down at him between my thighs.

Whip raised an eyebrow. “Very caveman.”

Levi grinned. “I’ve always wanted to do that.” Then he cringed in my direction. “Hope you weren’t attached to those.”

“They were my favorites,” I whispered.

Levi’s mouth dropped open. “Shit.” He took the ruined panties off me and held them up, inspecting them. “Maybe I can sew them up? I paid attention during Queenie’s sewing lessons.”

I couldn’t help the slight upturn of my mouth. “I’m joking, Levi.”

Whip chuckled beneath me, the vibrations of his amusement humming pleasantly at my back.