Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
He pulls my leg over his hip, exposing my core to the cool air of the room. Instantly, the heat within takes over, and I find myself thrusting back into him, needing more friction.
“Do you need more, Zara? Tell me what you need, baby.”
How he knows my body so soon, I’ll never understand. But I nod yes and squeal as he flips us once again, but this time my back is to his chest, and his hips are raised. It’s the sound of him smacking into my center, and the creaking of the bed that has me so turned on I can barely think straight. It’s my hand that is rubbing my clit, pushing my orgasm to the point of no return, and when it finally hits, Levi is there to catch me.
He slows down and rides out the waves of my body before moving us back to our original position. He looks at me again, while he moves in and out, and kisses me deeply. I pant into his mouth while he moans into mine. We stay this way until he’s come.
I don’t know if I’m the type of woman who adds labels to anything because I’ve never had to, but I’m going out on a limb here and saying that Levi Austin just made love to me, and while the thought should scare me, it doesn’t.
I want him and more of what he’s willing to give me.
Levi kisses me before he rolls off the bed and disappears into the bathroom. I decide to follow him, and for what reason, I don’t know, but the idea of having him out of my sight for even a minute doesn’t sit well with me.
“Hey,” I say as I catch him cleaning himself up with a washcloth.
“Hey, yourself.” He hands me a matching cloth, already wet and warm. He did that for me, and that thought has my throat closing briefly. I didn’t know that a simple act of kindness could affect me so.
I clean up quickly and toss my washcloth on the floor next to his. Levi pulls me into his arms and peppers me with kisses. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “I am. I’m more than okay, Levi. You don’t have to keep asking.”
“I’m sorry. I just worry about you. . .”
“I know.” And I know it must plague him. . . the thought that I’m rushing into something with him, but I’m not. We could wait, but what is the predetermined waiting period for moving on? There isn’t a chance in this world that I’ll take Van back, so why do I have to wait? “I’m right where I want to be,” I tell him. He smiles and pushes my hair behind my ear. I can’t imagine what my hair looks like with the combination of chlorine and sex, but it doesn’t matter because I’m in his arms and that’s all that matters.
Levi spins me in a half circle so that my stomach is pushed into the countertop. For a brief moment, I think he’s about to take me from behind and make me watch until his arm covers my breast.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I want to look at us, and I can’t do that if I’m staring at your glorious tits,” he says, whispering into my ear without taking his eyes off me through the mirror. He rights himself and stands behind me.
It’s then that we become one. I don’t see him as an outsider in my world, but someone that I want to spend every waking minute with.
“Do we fit?” I ask him.
“Unbelievably so,” he replies.
Only people on the outside won’t see it as we do. They’ll see the rocker, Zara Phillips, with her platinum and purple hair with the country god, Austin Levi. Women will see me as someone crossing the line and taking one of the good ones. But I don’t care.
Levi scoops me up into his arms and carries me back to bed. He pulls the somewhat damp blankets over the top of us as we both settle onto our sides.
“Tell me about your career. I saw some Grammys earlier,” I suggest. Levi and I are long past the getting to know you stage, but there are some things you can only hear from the person instead of reading them online.
Levi smiles shyly. “Instant stardom,” he says. “My mother taught me to play the guitar when I was younger and always insisted that I sing in the choir. Then one day, I’m down on Broadway singing a cover song, and I get noticed. By then, Iris already had Stormy, so I signed the contract. I won Best Country Song and Album my first year. I got a lot of hate, but I’ve been on top ever since.”
“That’s amazing. My dream really, but the band has never had that monumental breakout hit. We’re always at the top of the charts, but never number one.”