I’m trying to distract myself from the fact Levi is all sex appeal. Instead of a suit, he’s wearing tight jeans and a black T-shirt that hugs him perfectly. Did he plan this, dressing in something that would make me even more attracted to him? That should be a crime.
His hand grabs my arm roughly, pulling me closer. But he doesn’t drag me into the aisle. Instead, he keeps me between my seat and the window.
All I have to do is kiss him and pretend it doesn’t mean anything.
No big deal.
It’s not like we haven’t kissed before. Besides, I still want to quit, leave him behind, and forget his accusation that ripped me to my core. One kiss can’t undo that pain.
One hand grips my arm while the other moves up my cheek, pushing the hair behind my ear as he takes my mouth like he claims me.
He kisses me, and I don’t kiss back, my lips not giving him what he wants.
“Wow, really no spark.” He smirks and smacks my bottom.
My mouth opens in shock, and he leans in again, this time winning his prize.
He kisses me, his tongue pushing inside of my mouth, and while I’m startled and surprised, he does melt the ice around my heart. And I hate him for it.
Levi shouldn’t be able to kiss me into submission and get his way.
He doesn’t stop there. His fingers curl in my hair, fisting my locks, deepening the kiss. His hand that was on my arm moves to my hip, pulling me close as his fingers move down my hips and over my ass. He’s stroking me through my clothes. The blue chiffon dress was not the best choice for a long flight and especially during a massive fight with Grumpalicious.
He hasn’t delved below my dress, not crossing any lines without asking first, and he’s asked to kiss me. That’s all he’s given me, although this does border on making out.
My head is in the clouds with the kiss, my body set ablaze, but I don’t want him to see or feel the effect he has on me.
Levi pulls back. “Let me guess, nothing. You’re a stone-cold ice queen.”
I smack his arm. “Don’t be a jerk.”
“You’re the one who said I don’t do it for you.”
Was he expecting me to fall onto my knees? I shuffle backward away from him and move for my seat.
“We’re not done,” Levi says.
“Oh, we’re done,Panty Thief. It’s over.”
His gaze hardens, and he opens his mouth but shakes his head. I suppose he’s had enough of my smartass remarks. He stalks toward his seat but doesn’t sit.
He ignores me for the rest of the flight.
The longer the silence stretches on, the more I realize how cruel I was to him and likely his ego. He’s probably bruised, worried that all the other women before me were faking it too.
But that doesn’t make him any less of a dick for the crap he pulled at the café. I really should let it go. I’ve always been a bit of a grudge holder. It’s not the best trait, and I wish I could let painful memories slide right off my shoulders. Instead, they always seep in, reminding me that I’m not good enough.
Those weren’t Levi’s words, but they were Zander’s.
I don’t want Levi thinking I’m the dick. Even though I’m angry, I shouldn’t be taking all my anger out on him. I stand and head for his seat.
He has a newspaper and at least pretends to be interested in whatever article he’s reading. Or maybe he’s able to concentrate with someone staring over him, hovering. I’ve never been good at that. I’m easily distracted.
“Yes?” he asks, but doesn’t look up at me.
“I’m sorry,” I say, feeling crushed. He’s hurting, and this time it is my fault.
“For what? You can’t help it if I’m shitty in the sack.”