He pulls me close to him. “Wait,” I put my hand up to his lips, “let me freshen up.”
“I think you’re gorgeous.” He kisses my neck.
“Five minutes.” I push away from him and go into the bathroom.
I sit my purse on the counter. My nerves, for some reason, are getting the best of me. I hold myself up on the counter. My legs are shaking. I think about my day today. I’m moving to Pittsburgh. I’m really doing it. I look in the mirror. My thick, red hair hangs past my shoulder. My light brown eyes staring back at me shows that I’m confident.
“Smarty, you okay?” Levi opens the door.
“I’m fine.” I watch him through the mirror, coming up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
He brushes my hair away from my neck and then I watch him kiss the crook of my neck. I lay my head back on him.
“You’re so beautiful.” Our eyes connect through the mirror.
“I love you, Levi.” I smile at him. Seeing him here, I know that he’s my world.
“Do you?” He smirks. His hand starts creeping down to the top of my jeans. “How much, Smarty?” I feel him pop the button on my jeans, and he pulls the zipper down. I can feel his heart beating fast against my back. I’m staring at him, and I instinctively lick my lips.
“Can I tell you something?” His hot breath is against my ear.
I nod, unable to speak.
“That night we had car sex, I never had sex without a condom with anyone.” Levi gently sucks on my earlobe.
My knees weaken. “I’ve never done it either,” I breathe out. His fingertips dance on the top of my thong.
“Have you missed any pills since then?” Levi’s hand travel further down my jeans to rub the top of my underwear.
“No, Levi. You know I take it every morning.” I watch my chest rise and fall as his touch drives me further into a sexual fog.
“So, we can try it again?” He stops moving his hand, looking at the mirror.
I think about it for a second. It was very enjoyable, but we need to be careful too. “Just this time, Levi,” I instruct.
His smirk deepens at me. He jerks my jeans down and trails his fingers lightly back up my leg. “Step out of the jeans, Smarty.”
I do, biting down on my lip. “Are we going to the bed?”
“I wasn’t planning on it.” He kisses my neck again. “I was planning on fucking you right here.” He smiles.
“Under one condition,” I say confidently. I know that he will agree if I ask.
He looks at me, confused. “Okay?”
“I want Angry Levi.” I grin.
“You do?” He removes his hands from me, turns me around, and steps back. “Are you sure?”
“Oh, if you don’t want to…you know we don’t,” I stammer.
“You’re mistaken, Smarty.” He pushes me back against the counter, pressing his hips into me. “I do want to. It’s been a while since I’ve made you really scream.” His eyes slightly narrow. It’s similar to his look when he’s on the ice. He kisses me hard, and I wrap my legs around him. “No, Presley,” he says with a serious tone. I unwrap my legs, and he jerks on my arm, spinning me around. We connect our eyes through the mirror.
“Don’t move,” he commands. My hand are splayed out in front of me as I watch him remove his shirt. His picture perfect abs glare at me, making my body ache for him more. He yanks on his belt and pulls his pants off.
Never have I had a sexual experience in a bathroom, outside of the shower. It’s just something about being with Levi that brings it out in me. Watching his moves in the mirror is making me more turned on then I’ve been before. He positions himself behind me.
“Take off your shirt.” I do, quickly, knowing what is coming next. Levi gathers both of my wrists in one of his hands, pinning me to the counter. I gasp slightly. My sweet, gentle Levi whispers in my ear. “Whenever you want to stop, just say the word. Okay, Smarty?”