Page 114 of Wicked Dares
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The morning sun spills softly across the bedroom, greeting me as I stir from a blissful sleep.
For a few disorienting seconds, I just lie there staring at the ceiling, letting the haze of sleep and last night settle around me.
I’m in Levi’s room. This is where we ended up, the final resting place of our wild lovemaking.
I roll onto my side and realize Levi isn’t beside me.
The other side of the bed is empty, the sheets cool where he must’ve gotten up a while ago.
This is what it was like when he left for Japan. It’s Thursday. He could have gone to work.
I glance at the clock. It’s nine, so yeah, he could definitely have left already.
I push myself upright slowly, wincing slightly at the delicious ache lingering through my body from everything we did last night.
God.
Heat creeps into my cheeks instantly as I remember it all.
We had sex all night and only went to bed in the early hours of the morning.
I glance to my left and notice the balcony doors stand partially open. The sheer linen curtains shift lazily in the morning breeze drifting in from outside. Beyond them, I can just make out a silhouette.
My heart skips. It’s him.
Levi’s still here.
A burst of excitement fills me, and I slip out of bed. I grab one of his shirts from the laundry basket and pull it on to cover myself. It swallows me whole, but I love the warm cedar scent of his cologne wrapping around me.
I pad barefoot across the room and step through the curtains.
The cool, salt-kissed ocean breeze hits me immediately, refreshing against overheated skin.
I find Levi standing shirtless on the patio with a mug of coffee in his hands, gazing out to the wonderous sea.
He glances over his shoulder at me, and the second his eyes land on me, his expression softens, but that cunning spark still lingers in his eyes.
“Butterfly,” he husks.
“Mr. Wicked.”
He places the coffee down on the table behind him and extends his hand toward me, beckoning me to go to him.
I do, and we fall into a kiss that holds more delicious promises.
When he pulls away, he closes his eyes briefly and a low rumble hums in his chest. It’s the sound you’d make when you’ve just tasted something delicious.
Slowly, his eyes open with a bright blue spark that takes me in. “We have to talk, you and I.”
“About the fact that people think we’re living together? Yes, I totally agree. What are we going to do?”
“Nothing. It’s true. Weareliving together.”
I bite back a smile. “Levi, stop playing with me. They think I moved in.Aunt Bessthinks I moved in with you.”
“And was she happy?”
