“There’s more?”
Dipping my head to kiss her neck, I whisper against her skin. “So much more.”
She grips the back of my neck, her lips brushing against my ear. “But I only want you, Levi.” After a pause, she adds, “Fuck me.”
Groaning, I softly bite the crook of her neck. “No.”
“What?”
The sound of her shock makes me look at her, that damn pout on her lips begging me to pull it between my teeth and bite down hard. “I’m not fucking you tonight, Presley.” I step away from the wall and let her slide off my body, confusion and something else overtaking her pout turning it into a full blown frown.
Her hands are propped on her hips when she says, “Why not?”
Oh, no. She’s hurt by what I said. Quickly, I take her face between my hands, kissing her softly. “Because I’m going to love you instead.” She’s still confused. “We’re slowing things down. So, no. There will be no fucking, Smarty. Only slow, sweet loving. But I have something for you first.”
I leave her to retrieve the box from the kitchen, returning moments later to where she’s now sitting on the couch. Taking a seat beside her, I give her the box. Her fingers slip underneath the edges to tear the tape, but she glances up at me before she opens it.
“Okay, you gave me that amazing jersey, so is Sidney Crosby in here waiting for me?”
Chuckling, I shake my head. “Not a chance. Just open it already, Smarty.”
She removes the top and inside is yet another jersey, but this one is a little different than the other.
“Oh my God, Levi. Is this real? I mean, is it really yours?”
“Of course, it’s real, Smarty. I don’t know if I’ll have that number or not, but it’s mine for you.”
I customized the back of the jersey to have 10 and Carr on the back. Then I signed it for her with a message. Just as I’m about to tell her to read it, she says it aloud.
“For when I win the Cup…For you. Forever yours, Levi.” Presley pauses and looks up at me, her voice caught in her throat. “I love you more than you know.” She leans forward to kiss me, and it takes everything I have to not get swept away in it. Reluctantly, I pull away once more.
“Let’s shower, Smarty.”
Standing, I hold out my hand. Her smile is wicked and I hope I don’t disappoint her. I lead her through her bedroom where she softly gasps. Candles are everywhere and give off enough light that I don’t have to turn any on, even in the bathroom.
“Levi,” Presley starts, but she seems at a loss for words as I turn on the shower.
“No more talking,” I tell her once I have faced her again.
She watches me carefully as I smile my cocky, lopsided grin. I grab the neck to my shirt with both hands and pull it up over my head, dropping it to the floor. Her eyes absorb my torso with a sultry fascination, and I can’t help but chuckle. My fingers meet at the front of my pants, so I can unbutton and unzip them, pulling them and my boxer briefs off at the same time.
Stepping out of them, I take a step closer to Presley, grabbing her shirt and lifting it up and off. I dip my head to gently kiss her shoulder before kneeling to take off her shoes and then pants. It’s my turn to admire her body. I love that she stands there boldly as I look at her. Before I get too worked up and throw the Not Fucking Plan out the window, I reach around her to unclasp her bra, her breasts coming free. I let go of the bra and hook a finger on each side of her panties.
With much more control than I expected, I kiss and nibble down her chest and stomach as I tug down her panties. Presley steps out of them and I step into the shower, waiting for her to follow, which she does. The water rains down on Smarty. I twirl my finger to instruct her to turn all the way around so she will get completely wet. Presley catches on to what we’re going to do and tilts her head back to soak her hair as well.
While she does that, I soap up a rag. She’s ready now, and her eyes are gleaming. I start with her shoulder, slowly moving across her collarbone to her other shoulder. My eyes leave hers to focus to my task. Suds mark my path as I caress farther down her skin. Slow and gentle have never been my forte, and I’m amazed by how different it is, and how much I want to be this way for Presley tonight.
Wordlessly, I lather up every inch of her skin with such a slow pace that one would think every single inch needed my attention. And it does. After Presley rinses off and soaks her hair again, I get to what may be my favorite part. She steps out of the water as I pour the shampoo in the cup of my hand. I rub my hands together and then dive into her hair, massaging her scalp. When Presley lets a small moan slip between her lips, I know why this is my favorite part. Her eyes are closed with her head tilted back, and her eyelashes cast a shadow on her cheeks. Those lips part slightly like what my hands are doing feels so damn good. I hope so because I don’t have a damn clue. Other than once before with Presley, I’ve never washed anyone else’s hair. Or body for that matter.
I guide her back under the water and run my fingers through her hair as I rinse all the shampoo out. Then it’s my turn. Presley and I switch places and the water pours over me. Smarty smirks as she watches me while lathering up the rag.
“No funny business, Smarty,” I tell her. “I mean it,” I add when her grin widens.
She shrugs and then starts, running an identical path as I took on her. Unlike on my turn, Presley keeps her eyes mainly on mine. I can’t get over how aware I am of the texture of the rag and its path. Might have something to do with the fact that it’s in Presley’s hand. With hooded eyes, I watch her.
Chapter Seventeen
Presley