Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Night, honey,” Mom says, kissing the side of my head.
“Night, kiddo,” Dad says, then mutters, “Be smart,” giving me a look that I ignore.
“Tell Levi we’ll see him for breakfast,” Mom says as I slip on my Uggs, and I turn to catch her smiling ear to ear.
“Will do,” I agree, opening and shutting the door behind me. After knocking on Levi’s door, I don’t even have a second to wait before he’s pulling me through the door and shutting it behind me. “What are you doing?” I ask his back as he drags me across the living room.
“We’re going to make out.”
“What?” I squeak as he pulls me into his bedroom and kicks the door closed.
“Your dog’s taking up the couch, so we’re going to make out in here and watch some TV.”
“Oh.” He pushes me onto the bed and looms over me, making me feel dizzy once more. “I thought we were going to get to know each other,” I breathe as his golden eyes search mine.
“We are.” He grins wickedly, then drops his head, covering my mouth with his. After the first touch of his tongue against mine, all I can think is I want to get to know all of him.
Chapter 7
BREAKFAST WITH CRAZY PEOPLE, AKA MY FAMILY
FAWN
Waking slowly, I soak in the feeling of the warm body I’m pressed against and blink my eyes open. Taking in the expanse of Levi’s naked chest and the feel of his abs under my palm, I grin, pressing my face closer to his skin, breathing in his scent. Last night after we made out for a while, we got up and took Muffin for a walk. Then we stopped at the Chinese spot on the corner and ordered lo mein to share. Once we got back to his place, we got into bed and ate while watching TV. I planned on getting up and heading over to my place to sleep, but I must have fallen asleep at some point during our second make-out session.
“You awake?” Levi’s rough, sleepy voice asks as his fingers tighten around my hip.
“Kind of,” I murmur as he pulls me deeper into his side.
“What time do your parents normally wake up?” he asks quietly.
“Maybe eight,” I mutter as his fingers slide up my bare side and my eyes close.
“It’s nine thirty.”
“What?” I practically shout as I sit up quickly with my hands against his abs. I bend half over his body to look at the clock on his bedside table. “Shit,” I groan. I never sleep this late. Ever. “I gotta go.” I hop off the bed to look for the shirt he took off me last night. My sisters and parents are probably having a field day talking about me. I can practically feel my ears ringing.
“So I’m guessing we can’t make out for a while?” he says, and I find him sitting with his back against his black leather headboard, his deep-gray down comforter around his waist, and an amused smile on his face.
“Um . . .” I lick my lips, moving my eyes from his wide chest to his abs, wanting nothing more than to dive back into bed with him.
“Baby.” He chuckles, and my eyes fly up to meet his once more. “You keep looking at me like that, and I won’t let you leave this room.”
“I have to go.” I shake my head to rid the sight of him half-naked from my brain. “My sisters are probably already at my apartment, and I have no doubt they are all talking about me not coming home last night,” I say while pulling my sweater down over my head.
“I thought about waking you after you passed out, but I didn’t want to let you go.” He didn’t want to let me go . . . Oh my . . . My stomach dips, and my legs get weak. “I’ll take Muffin out before I come over for breakfast.”
“Um . . .” I chew the inside of my cheek. “About breakfast.” I try to sound casual as I sit down on the edge of the bed to put on my socks.
“You don’t want me there.” God, when he says it like that, I feel like the world’s biggest jerk.
“It’s not that, exactly, it’s just that my family can be a little . . .”
“Crazy?” he asks with a smile.
“Yes.” I nod. “They can be a little crazy,” I concur as I stand. “And—”
“I’m coming,” he states, cutting me off. He throws the blanket off his waist and moves to sit on the side of the bed.
“I . . .” The words I was about to say catch in my throat when his large hands wrap around my hips and I’m pulled between his spread thighs.
“I’m coming,” he repeats firmly, the look on his face daring me to argue.