A spark of pleasure races down my spine and pools at the bottom of my stomach.
Why do I want that so much?
He jerks up, and I do too, quickly covering the canvas. “What are you doing? Models don’t move.”
“This one does.” His wide strides cut the distance between us in a few seconds.
He wraps his arms around my waist. Our lower halves grind against each other, and I hiss a breath as the hardness of his cock nestles between my shorts.
Why the hell am I even dressed?
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the moment you walked in,” He rasps, breathing me.
Before I can make out what’s happening, he captures my lips in a fervent, hard kiss that steals my breath away.
My arms wind around his neck, uncaring that I’ve got charcoal all over my hands.
Without breaking the kiss, Levi places a hand under my arse and pulls me in his arms. The act is so effortless and natural as he marches out of the studio.
“Aren’t you supposed to model for me?” I ask breathlessly against his mouth.
“Later,” he grunts, his voice husky with arousal. “We can do that later.”
Not that I’m complaining about the turn of events.
He barges into the bedroom — our bedroom — and slams the door shut with his foot.
He puts me on the bed and nearly rips my shorts and T-shirt off. I fumble with the buttons and help him undress me.
In Levi’s fashion, he does rip my underwear, though. The friction of his fingers against my most sensitive part leaves me breathless, aching for more.
I pant, showing him my charcoal-covered hands. “I’m all dirty.”
“Oh, I’m going to make you dirtier, princess,” he grunts against the hollow of my neck before he places an open-mouthed kiss on the curve of my throat.
He doesn’t stop there, though.
As he throws the last piece of clothing covering me — my bra, he sucks on my collarbone and the delicate skin of my breast.
My back arches off the bed, letting the overwhelming sensation sweep me over, capture me in its depths, and unravel me.
“Levi…” I sink my fingers into the small hairs at the back of his neck.
“Fuck, I love the way you say my name.” His mouth wraps around an aching nipple and sucks it inside as his finger twirls the other one. “And I love these tits. They were made for me, weren’t they, princess?”
I groan a ‘yes’. He’s touching my breasts, but I feel his ministrations straight to my core.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he orders in a hoarse voice.
Something about his authoritative tone turns me on even more. I do as I’m told.
“Tighter,” he commands.
I comply even though my thighs tremble.
Levi lifts his head from my breasts and whispers, “I love you.”
Then he’s sheathed inside me, all the way in. I’m so full of him that I don’t think I’ll be empty ever again.