Page 10 of So This Is War
“Then tell me your fucking name and come back to my room with me because I’m dying to show you what it’s like to be with a real man.”
I wet my lips and run my hand over the side of his cheek, feeling the scruff from the day. “Maybe you can just fuck me without knowing my name,” I answer.
“What if I fuck you and like it too damn much, then what?”
“You saying this could be more than one night for you? Because this is one night for me.”
“I’m saying it would be nice to know who the hell is making me hard as a goddamn stone right now. I think that’s only fair.”
“Perhaps,” I say as I lean in close, leading with my breasts as I drape my arm over his shoulder, looking for a small taste. I let my fingers sift through his hair as I move in until I’m only an inch from his face. My breasts press against his chest, and his hand slides up the back of my shirt as he brings me in that last inch, right before our mouths lock.
Immediately, I part my lips and get lost in the feel of his tongue sliding against mine, of the demand he has for me, of the way he pulls me in just enough that I’m almost sitting on his lap.
You can relinquish a certain amount of control when you’re kissing someone else, and right now, I surrender completely to Levi. I let him take over, loving how his tongue artfully tangles with mine. Loving how his hand slowly slides to my ribs so his thumb rests just under my breast. And loving how the scruff of his jaw scrapes against the sensitive skin on my face.
Everything about this kiss is addicting.
Everything about this kiss tells me I made the right decision.
And everything about this kiss leads me to believe this will be the best night of my entire life.
Not wanting to get too out of hand in the middle of the bar, I pull away from the kiss and watch as his eyes slowly open and make contact with mine.
He stares.
Almost unbelieving. Like he can’t quite possibly comprehend the kiss we just shared.
I’m right there with him because I can still feel the sparks shooting off between us.
“That was, uh . . . great,” he says in shock.
I smile because, yeah, that was great.
That was more than great.
That was addictive.
That was everything I wanted and so much more.
If I wasn’t already convinced I’d be spending the night with this man, I am now.
I smooth my hand up his chest, wanting another taste. So I lean in just as something catches the corner of my eye. I glance over Levi’s shoulder and spot my dad walking toward the dining room with a few people gathering around him.
Oh shit.
I quickly pull away from Levi. “Uh, I . . . uh, I need to go.”
“What?” he asks.
“Yeah, I think, oh yup, that’s my phone.” I pick up my phone, and I bring it up to my ear. “Hello. Yup, hi. Sure, be there soon. Okay. Bye.” I stand from the couch, and Levi quickly stands as well, letting his back face the dining room. “Sorry, got to head out, but it was nice chatting with you.”
“Wait, seriously?” he asks. “Is everything okay? Was it something I said?”
“Nope, great kiss.” I pat his chest. “Just need to help out a friend, so good luck with the hockey and everything.” I start to leave when he grabs my hand, stopping me.
“Wait, I don’t even know your name.”
“Oh yeah, right . . . well, see ya.” And with that, I sneak off toward the back, away from where my dad is talking to who I can only assume are a few fans. I slip behind the bar and out of sight.
