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to see me like this.” He made no move to dress, but his hand fisted around the soft cotton of his shirt. “I want you, Jess. And I don’t know how long I can keep my hands off you.”
    My heart skittered. The urge to kiss him was overwhelming, to see if he tasted as good in real life as he had in my dreams. My nerve endings all prickled in anticipation, and I licked suddenly dry lips. Was it me, or was it hot in here?
    “Then don’t,” I whispered.
    Levi’s eyes darkened, almost burning me with the intensity of his gaze. “Come here,” he growled.
    I knelt facing him, in the V of his legs, caged by his strong thighs, and waited to see what he’d do. My heart thumped double-speed, and I had to wipe my damp palms on my jeans. I’d never had a man look at me so intently, as though I was the reason he drew breath, and it made me giddy. Lust arced through me in a fierce, searing wave. My panties were damp, my breasts heavy and aching for his touch, and he hadn’t even moved yet.
    With all the slowness of a man who had all night to play, he cupped my cheeks with both hands, and held me at the perfect angle to receive his kiss. Firm, blistering hot, and mind-meltingly good, his lips worked their magic on me, and I kissed him back just as hard.
    This was better than I’d dreamed. This was real.

Chapter Nineteen
    Levi kept up the pressure on my mouth, demanding and insistent. When he finally lifted his lips, it was to press them against my throat. “Take off your top. I want to see what it’s hiding.” His words vibrated against me, the stubbled jaw setting me alight.
    My pulse sped into overdrive. With trembling fingers, I yanked my lightweight sweater over my head, and clutched it to my chest. I only had my bra underneath. A plain, white, cotton bra. If I’d had any idea of how today would play out, I’d have dressed with a little more care.
    “Let me.” His smile was enticing, but his eyes were hungry. He closed one hand over mine, and pushed my top to the side, to place it on the carpet. “Oh, baby. So pretty.” He fingered the fine lacy strip across the curve of my breasts, the only adornment, and then, with care, folded down the cups to expose my nipples.
    They plumped even further under his fleeting touch, and he smiled with pure male satisfaction. “You are so beautiful.” He pretended to weigh them in his hands. “All pink, and pretty, and waiting for me.”
    Hot breath preceded his mouth closing around first one nipple, and then the other. Back and forth, he licked and sucked, driving me closer to insanity. Without conscious thought, I’d raised my hands to his shoulders, and I used him as an anchor, my fingers curling into the solid muscles. I needed something to hold on to.
    I was drowning in pleasure. Surrounded by his green-woody scent, I knew if I ever smelled this fragrance again, it would remind me of this magical evening.
    “Jess,” he whispered against my skin, his teeth grazing the curve of my breast. I whimpered, actual speech impossible, and let my head loll. In a flash, he slid one hand under my neck in a move so possessive I should have complained. Laying a trail of kisses up my arm, he slid the bra straps down, and pressed his lips in their wake.
    “You could drive a man insane, Jess. I don’t know where to kiss next.” He paused, as though thinking. “Here?” The shell of my ear. “Or here?” The base of my throat. “Hmm, maybe here?” The soft swell of my stomach. “I need you lying down.”
    I didn’t care where he went next, as long as he didn’t stop. I moved, with his hands guiding me, and our positions were reversed. He knelt over me. Skin to skin.
    Deft fingers popped the button on my jeans, and then slid beneath the waistband, to dip under the elastic of my panties. Oh dear God, was he going to go down on me, here in my parent’s living room, when they could be back any time? I wouldn’t need much to push me over the edge, and if his touch went any further