While anyone who watches Sons of Anarchy would melt in his presence, my heart does a series of flips for different reasons. Why in the hell is he here?
“It’s after noon, Jewels. Did you just wake up?” When I don’t move, he tips his head back, irritated. “So you going to let me in, or what?”
I finally snap from my stupor and rise to my tiptoes to give him a quick peck on the lips before opening the door all the way. “Yeah, sorry! What are you doing here?”
He breezes past me, slipping out of his jacket before flopping down on my bed with a shallow laugh. “I can leave if you want.” Throwing his jacket on the couch, he gives me an annoyed stare.
I roll my eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed at his side. “Shit, Levi, you surprised me is all. Give me a minute. I just got out of bed.”
“Well, get your ass back in.”
He grabs my arm, yanking me down on my back next to him, making it clear he’s here for a booty call. Flipping over to linger above me, he brushes his dry, wind-burned lips over mine repeatedly, with urgency. His hands trail up underneath my night shirt, immediately cupping my breasts, rubbing rough circles around my nipples with his thumbs until they’re hard. His tongue darts around in my mouth, tasting like old copper and Mountain Dew. I try to kiss him back, but my heart isn’t in it.
Before today I would totally be into him at times like this. He’s a skilled lover, making the sex pretty hot, even though I’ve never had an orgasm with him. Or any guy. Still, my body would pang in a delightful way, and I’d help him strip off his jeans so we could get down to business. Now, however, his wiry facial hair is annoying, his favorite cheap cologne mixed with the lingering scent of leather suffocating. Amid his low moans, I feel him growing hard against my leg. He’s like an animal in heat, ready to ram anything that moves.
All at once I feel as if I’ll suffocate with him in my already small dorm room. I don’t want him here. He doesn’t fit into my life.
Wait, where is this coming from? Is it just because of Adam?
Just as Levi’s calloused fingers slip into my underwear and between my legs, I push him away, turning my head. “Dude, you need to shave.”
He rolls to his side, resting his hand against his head, giving me a full view of the complex mural of tattoos spiraling up his forearm. He rubs at his jaw, frowning. “Rough night last night? You look like shit.”
“Thanks,” I snap angrily.
“Why do you act like you don’t want me here?”
“I work in a couple of hours. You should’ve called.”
“It’s a nice day.” He flashes the mega-watt smile that reeled me in so many months ago. “I figured I’d take the bike out. I don’t have to stay long.”
“Just long enough for a quickie?” I ask, my eyebrows shooting up.
His brown eyes cloud over as he sits, reaching for his jacket. “Jesus, Jewels. You make it sound so cheap. What’s up your ass?”
I bring my fingers up to my temples, rubbing methodically. Am I really going to stop seeing Levi because I spent a couple hours with a guy I thought was hot and incredibly interesting? Adam said something about guys and girls just being friends. What if I’m reading too much into whatever it was that happened between us?
“It’s just...I didn’t get much sleep last night,” I say, stepping in front of him. “I’m sorry.
You were sweet enough to come see me, and I’m being a total bitch.”
He gently pulls me down to straddle his lap, and brushes my cheek with his thumb.
“Baby, I’ve missed you.”
His other hand slides up and down my thigh. Hunger flashes in his eyes, and he cranes his neck to kiss me. The familiarity of his mouth and warmness of his tongue distract me for a moment. I clutch at his face and lean into him, humming softly into his mouth when his hand climbs further up my thigh. Turning me onto my back, he pins me to the bed with his knee between my legs and devours my mouth like it’s some kind of all you can eat buffet. His impatient hands return to my breasts, none too gentle.
My thoughts randomly return to Adam, the sweet way he touched my back, how he opened the door, the sexy sparkle in his eyes when I made him laugh, the amazing way his hand felt around mine. There are so many other things I want to discover about him
—how his lips feel, the way he tastes...I imagine he’d be a gentle lover.
It occurs to me I’m fantasizing of another guy while my lips are attached to Levi’s. I quickly shove him away.
Levi gapes down on me like I punched him. “What the fuck?”
“I think I’m going to be sick,” I say, bolting from the bed and flying out the room.