“Yes, with one punch.” She smiles.
“Impressive, Smarty. I think we could work things out as long as you promise that you won’t punch me. Can’t have a broken nose thank
s to a girl. I don’t think my ego could handle it.”
“I’m sure your ego can handle a lot of things.”
I drop my hands to my sides. Why is she not giving me anything to work with? I pretty much told her that I want her, and she didn’t make any comment about it. Has she changed her mind about me? About us? Is there even going to be an us? I mean, she looks like something swooped in and completely devastated her, knocking her so far down that she can’t stand back up. Did something else happen? Did I miss something happening that was so obviously important to Presley because I refused to talk to her?
Suddenly, the full impact of exactly how long I went without a single word to Presley overwhelms me. So much could have happened in that amount of time, and I don’t know a damn thing about any of it. I want to gather her in my arms, but I’m scared of her reaction.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter because I don’t know what else to say.
“I don’t think you’re the one that should be apologizing. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I lied and that I didn’t tell you that I was hanging out with Zack. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you the way that I should have. I’m sorry for everything, Levi, but if you just forgive me, I promise this won’t happen again. I swear.” Her tears pool in her eyes and are about to stream down her cheeks.
I take her hand and gently hold it in mine. “Don’t cry, Smarty. It’s just that I was already concerned about messing up or not being able to keep you happy. I literally just talked to my dad about it earlier that day. And then I go to the party and there you were.” I take a breath. “I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing. I saw him lean in and kiss you.” I lift my free hand, cup her cheek, and run my thumb over her lips. “I left before I saw anything after that. I was mad, shocked, hurt, and pissed that I was simply leaving instead of at least hitting him once. Presley, I know I probably should have talked to you sooner, but you have to understand. The last time I felt that way,-” I shake my head, not wanting to finish the sentence.
“Levi, what were you going to say? Please.”
Closing my eyes, I say softly, “My mom. That’s the last time I felt that way and I took so long because I didn’t want to act like that again. I didn’t want to hold on to it.”
“Levi, I’m sorry. I’ll keep saying I’m sorry everyday until you understand that I didn’t mean for this to happen. I never wanted to hurt you. I love you and only you. I just want you to forgive and tell me that there is a chance for us again. Even if it isn’t right now. I’ll wait until you’re ready.”
“Presley, I don’t want you to keep apologizing. We’ll be fine, okay?”
“What? What did you say?”
“I don’t want to hear you say sorry. We’re going to be fine,” I repeat. She looks at me for half a second like I’m going to change my mind and then jumps into my arms, her legs around my waist. Her arms are wrapped so tightly around my neck, I think she’s trying to suffocate me. It feels so good to have her with me again. “I love you, Smarty,” I whisper into her ear.
“I love you more,” she says fiercely. Presley pulls back to look at me. “I’ve missed you so much,” she adds before crashing her lips to mine. We both groan at the same time as we taste one another for the first time in entirely too long. I run my hands up and down her back, holding her as close as possible.
“Fuck, Presley,” I mutter against her lips when she grasps the back of my neck. Stepping forward, I walk until Presley’s back slams against the door. Her breath catches and I lean into her with all my weight as my hands firmly grasp her hips. Presley’s hands run all over my body before trying to tug at my shirt while I kiss, suck, and nibble down her neck. I want her so badly right now. When I don’t lean away so she can lift my shirt up, I feel her hand reach into my back pocket. Presley moans into my mouth as I reclaim her mouth, my teeth grazing her tongue.
“Let me down,” she breathes as I hear something fall to the floor with a thud. I do as she asked and see that she reached into my back pocket to get my wallet, which is what fell, and the condom inside. Presley holds it between two of her fingers with a smirk. She holds it out to me. “Fuck me, Levi.”
Within seconds, I’ve pushed her back against the door and have taken the condom from her. I kiss Smarty hard, her hands working on my jeans while I shove her sweatpants down and then lift her shirt up and over her head. Something that sounds like a growl emerges from deep within my throat at seeing that she’s not wearing a bra. Presley pushes my bottoms all the way to the floor. I step out of them and roll the condom onto myself.
I force Smarty back against the door, grabbing her and lifting her legs around my waist. With a bite to the crook of her neck, I tug her panties to the side because I refuse to wait another second. Presley’s hands grip my shoulders so damn hard when I enter her.
“God, Levi,” she moans as I thrust into her fast and hard. That voice right there is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, and I may have missed that the most. With determination, I decide I want to hear that voice over and over. My hands are cupping her ass, so I bring her closer to me as I push even deeper into her.
“Levi,” she breathes and I smirk against her shoulder before biting down hard.
I step away from the door for just a second and then slam her against it. Her hands are gripping my shoulders that it’s starting to hurt in the best way possible. With my hands still on her hips, I stop moving and pick her hips up and down until Presley starts using my shoulders as leverage to slide up and down, crashing down on me with more force than I thought possible.
“Fuck,” I manage as she clenches around me, her orgasm erupting with a scream. Presley slows, but I start driving into her with such a primal need to feel my own release.
“Oh God, Levi,” Presley repeats over and over because the overwhelming feeling she has right now is being prolonged and intensified. Her legs tighten around me and she yells out again just as I bite her shoulder harder than ever because of my high exploding.
Smarty’s body relaxes and her heavy breathing sounds in my ear, echoing my own. I open my eyes and see her shoulder is bright red. Gently, I press my lips to the skin and then smirk at her. “We should fight more often if that’s the kind of sex we’ll have afterwards.”
“Not a chance, Levi,” she says with a small smile.
I pull out of her and then set her down. “I’ll be right back,” I tell her with a kiss on the cheek. I go to the bathroom to clean up and when I come back, Presley is laying in bed.
“C’mere. I want you to lay with me.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.