My mind wanders as I imagine what it’d feel like to sleep in Levi’s arms and wake up in this bed every day for the rest of my life. I've only experienced it for a few nights, and I'm already addicted to the way I feel—safe and wanted.
His strong hand always snakes around my waist and then he grabs my hip. Having him hold me is a gesture I secretly crave.
In a sleepy haze, I think about how much I desperately want his hands and mouth on me. Every inch of him screams out that he’s a man who definitely knows what he's doing.
While my heart knows it's irresponsible to have a short-term fling, my body wants to throw all reasoning out the window and experience his touch on every inch of me.
A phantom squeeze over my hip has me moaning out his name, and I seek more. I arch my back, wishing I could clear my doubts about his fuckmanways. By the multiple fan club members who begged for his attention today, I’m convinced he's exactly like my ex—unwilling to commit exclusively to one woman.
I feel it again and know in my fantasies, I'd let him slide his hand underneath my panties and discover how wet he makes me. Another whimper of a moan escapes me as I ache to feel the real thing.
Just as I'm about to widen my thighs and do the job myself, I feel his mouth press against my ear. "You moaning out my name in my bed is testing my willpower, Fallon. I have a lot of respect when it comes to boundaries, but you're making me hard as fuck right now."
My breathing grows erratic at the realization that his handistightly gripping my hip.
"What are you doing?" I whisper, embarrassed.
His facial hair scratches along my jaw and neck, his lips marking my skin along the way. "I came to wake you for dinner, but now all I can think about is devouring you instead."
My chest rises and falls, and there's no denying we're both worked up. His erection pushes into my lower back, and I fight the urge to turn and grasp it in my palm.
"What were you dreaming about?" he asks when I stay silent. "What was I doing to you?"
"I wasn't dreaming," I admit. "I was half asleep andfantasizingabout your touch."
"And you liked it?"
"Maybe," I mutter. My heart explodes with each rushing beat it takes.
"I think you fuckinglovedit," he murmurs as his hand slides under my shirt. My breath hitches as the pads of his fingers rub circles along my bare skin.
"Yes," I whisper in a hushed tone because it’s undeniable. "But now I'm more awake and aware of what's going on."
His hand freezes as it travels toward my breasts, and I almost beg him for more.
"I want to respect your boundaries, Fallon," he says, inching away and pulling me to my back so I'm forced to look at him. "But something is brewing between us. If it’s not one-sided, then we owe it to ourselves to explore it further."
“I know,” I whisper. “I just..” The rest of the words don’t form, and I completely freeze.
Levi, being the perfect gentleman, gives me a sweet smile. “It’s okay. You need food and way more rest. Wake up a bit, then meet me downstairs.”
He stands, adjusting himself, and I fall back in bed, elated but also mortified. I don’t know what I said or what he saw. Once I compose myself, I make my way downstairs.
When I enter the kitchen, the hearty tomato aroma floats through the air, making my mouth water. Levi’s standing at the stove making our plates. “What would you like to drink?”
“What are you having?” I ask.
He smirks over his shoulder with amusement. "Hard cider. Wanna try some? It's from Bennett's orchard and will help you stay warm."
"Yeah, that actually sounds good," I say, happy to have some alcohol to loosen me up.
"Wow, you did a good job," I say as he sets my food in front of me.
"Don't thank me just yet. Taste it first and let me know what you think."
I stare at his tight ass as he digs in the fridge for our drinks. Once he straightens, I snap my gaze to his.
"Thanks," I offer when he hands me a can.