Page 34 of The Love Ambush (The Sullivans #1)

Gentry

L evi lifts my chin to drag my attention from the most perfect part of his body. I truly have never seen such a beautiful cock. I want to paint it.

“Are you sure?” he asks, studying my face. He’s so careful with me, always wanting to be sure I’m with him, and it’s one of the biggest turn-ons about him..

“I’m sure. I’m on the pill and I’m clean. It’s been… It’s been a while.” Nearly three years, to be exact. Hard to have sex with two teenagers in my house.

“I’m clean too. I was just tested last year, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”

I lift up and sink onto him. I’m so wet and ready that I slide all the way down until he’s deep inside me.

His eyes flutter closed as he moans. “Fuck. Gentry.”

I lift up, needing to move on him. I’ve never had a man inside me without a condom, and it feels meaningful that I’m letting Levi do this now. It feels like a huge step toward serious feelings.

“Gentry?” Levi asks, his voice tight and breathy. “You still with me?”

I look into his eyes, dark with desire and so intensely focused on me. For this moment he’s with me, and I’m sure as hell going to be with him. “I’m here.”

He grips my hips and tilts them, urging me to move. The angle puts friction against my clit and angles him inside me so that I feel even fuller than I did before.

He stares into my eyes, his body tense, as I begin to move. He lifts his hips just enough to meet me, but it’s a tight space, and I know this isn’t going to be enough. I need to find out what this man can do with time and space and soundproof walls.

“Fuck, Gentry,” he says. “You’re so fucking perfect. Ride me. Use me. Take what you need. I’ve got you.”

Those last words hit me right in the heart. He’s got me. His grip is so tight I’m probably going to have bruises, and it makes me feel protected and wanted and sexy. I can’t even remember the last time I felt sexy.

I’m on the edge of an orgasm faster than I can get there even on my own. I kiss him as I tip over the edge, wanting to be closer to him, wanting him to feel what I feel.

He groans into my mouth, his thrusts stuttering as he reaches his own climax. I watch the pleasure suffuse his face and clench on him as aftershocks thunder through me.

He drops his head onto my shoulder and sighs out. “Damn,” he says. “That was…”

“Amazing,” I finish for him.

“So far beyond even my favorite fantasy.”

He strokes my hair as I rest against him. “Have you had a lot of fantasies about me?” I ask.

“So many,” he says. “More than is probably healthy.”

“I don’t see the problem. I wish we had more time so you could tell me all about them.”

He groans into my shoulder. “We should probably get back. It isn’t fair to ask Josephine to babysit all night.”

He’s still inside me, but slipping out, and the situation down there is very sticky. “Any chance there are tissues somewhere in here?”

“I have no idea,” he says. “Maybe in the center console?”

I twist on his lap, not wanting to move and drip all over Brodie’s fancy car. I manage to lift the console lid, but I can’t see very far inside its dark depths, even with the streetlights. I try to reach inside to feel around for something, but I can’t manage it and stay on Levi’s lap.

“I can’t tell,” I say.

“It’s okay. We can use one of my socks. I took a shower before I met up with you, and they’ve only been on my feet for about an hour or so.”

It doesn’t sound like the most sanitary thing, but we don’t have a ton of options. “Okay.”

He leans over, still holding onto me, digging around in our pile of clothes. “I need more light.” He straightens and reaches for the door.

“What are you doing?” I screech.

“I’m just opening the door enough for the interior lights to pop on. No one will see anything.”

“Right. Okay.”

He pulls the door handle, and the car alarm blares. It’s so loud there is no way the entire world isn’t waking up right now.

Levi pulls the door shut, but the alarm continues. “Shit. We need to find the keys.”

The time for modesty or being neat and tidy is over. I clamber off his lap and start sifting through clothes. Our mingled juices are definitely dripping onto Brodie’s floorboards, but I don’t have time to care, because I’m naked and that alarm is still going. “Did you put them in your pocket?”

“I don’t know.” Levi’s digging through the clothes, too, shaking them as he goes. “I don’t remember. They could be anywhere.”

I drop to the floorboards and feel under the seats. My fingers bump something hard that feels like molded plastic, and I grab it. “Found my phone,” I say.

I flick on the flashlight app and use it to search the floorboards. Nothing.

I sit up and shine it on the seats. There. Peeping out from right next to Levi’s knee is the glint of silver from the edge of the rectangular key. It’s somehow been shoved between the seat cushions.

I’m distracted for a moment, because Levi is bent over the seats to look behind them and his perfect ass is in the air, his muscular legs flexing as he searches.

It’s tempting to say screw the alarm and drag him down for round two.

“Do you see them?” he asks.

Right. This is real life, not a fantasy. I don’t think it’s unreasonable I got confused. This is not my normal life.

I grab the key and hit the button to stop the alarm.

Levi lets out a sigh as he spins and drops down to sit.

I’m climbing back up to sit next to him when someone knocks on the window. I let out a shriek and dive back down to the floorboards.

Levi uses the automatic start on the key to get the engine going enough that he can roll down the back window. “Sorry about that, officer,” he says. “We couldn’t find the key.”

Officer? No. This is my worst nightmare. This can’t be happening.