Page 126 of Wicked Dares
As he thrusts into me, he cups my face and crushes his lips to mine.
That one simple thing changes the wildness of his thrusts, and it feels like something shifts between us.
In that moment, it stops feeling like sex and fucking and starts feeling like he’s making love to me.
His touch feels different. His kisses linger longer. His heartbeat turns wilder. Just like mine.
And we don’t stop.
I wish we never would.
* * *
I wake the next morning to find Levi sitting by the window, writing in a notebook.
The sight of him makes me smile, but then I remember this is our last day.
His gaze drifts to me as I sit up and pull the sheet over my breasts.
He smiles, tilting his head toward me.
“Morning, Butterfly.”
“Morning.” I straighten and look at the book in his hands. “What are you doing?”
“Just writing down stuff.”
“What kind of stuff?”
“Things I don’t want to forget about this trip. Moments.”
“Like a journal?”
He nods. “Please do not breathe a word of this to my brothers. They’d never let me live it down. Arthur Lockwood must have worked some magic on me.”
I laugh at that, but deep down I understand. I know the feeling.
“Come here.”
I wrap the sheet around me and secure it, then make my way to him.
He sets the book down and pulls me into his lap. He looks at me and plants a kiss on the tip of my nose.
“Last day, Butterfly.”
I look away. How do I say I don’t want it to be? Do I just say it? Is it that simple?
What if he is okay with the temporary nature of our relationship? Some people are like that.
“What’s up?”
“I’m conflicted.”
“That’s not new.” The words are blunt, but he’s right.
“This is different. It’s more about… us.”
“Flying too close to the sun, Butterfly?” He holds my gaze; there’s no trace of the usual humor I used to.
