Page 74 of Wicked Dares
He shuffles me so that I’m straddling him, feeling the thickness of his erection pressing into me.
And then I hear my phone ringing.
The distinct bells from my ringtone alert me that it’s Alexis.
She’s here. To pick me up.
The ringing is loud enough to pull Levi and me apart and break the sexual haze that sends us back to that forbidden space.
I meet his gaze, and the look in his eyes freezes me. The question in his eyes is unmistakable.
It’s asking me to stay.
Stay and finish this. Stay and be with him.
It’s different from the wild lust I saw last week.
Tonight, there’s something else in his expression. Something softer. More dangerous for me.
It says I’m not just a woman he wants to sleep with.
He half listens to the phone ringing in my purse while watching me.Waiting.
We both know if I answer and tell Alexis I’m staying with him tonight, she’ll understand.
I don’t have to leave.
I could stay with him.
And that’s exactly what scares me.
Because this stopped feeling simple somewhere along the way.
The awareness crashes into me all at once, dragging my fears back with it.
What if I let myself fall for him?
Levi Vale has already made me feel more in a week than most men have in my entire life.
If this goes wrong, the hurt won’t be small. It’ll ruin me.
Worse, I’ll have done it to myself. Fallen for a man I barely know because he looks at me like I’m already his.
The phone stops ringing and the silence snaps through me.
I’m suddenly aware of everything—the thud of my own heart, the wetness between my thighs, the weight of him underneath me, still hard, still waiting. Somewhere out there, Alexis is waiting in her car. And I’m up here on Levi Vale’s lap, half-undressed.
The instant I pull my dress up and cover my breasts, the look in his eyes changes. It hardens, but beneath it, I swear I catch something worse. Something that looks a little too much like hurt.
“I… have to go,” I stutter.
“Yeah,” he says quietly. “Sure.”
I climb off him, straighten my dress, and grab my purse.
He stands, too, adjusting his clothes.
I stop and face him.
