I smile. Maybe I do have more to offer him. I will be honest with him from this point on about my feelings. We have a future together. I can see it now.
“Thank you. Thank you for loving me, Levi. I love you too.”
Chapter Thirty
Levi
This Presley, the insecure girl, is unfamiliar to me. I figured that she worried about stuff, everyone does, but she was really worried. And hearing how she’s scared of not being on her own as if living with me means she would be dependent on me only made me more concerned. I want to say so much more to her, but she seems satisfied with what we discussed. I want to ask her what she saw in her future before she met me. I understand that things are a little different now that we are together, but because she’s concerned about not being independent makes me want to make sure her plans don’t change.
“Levi?” Presley pushes herself up so she can look at me. We are watching a movie in my room.
“Yeah, Smarty?”
“What are you thinking about? When I came over here, you were ready to rip my clothes off. You haven’t even tried since we talked and we’re still here alone.” Her lips pout just a little.
I sigh and look into those light brown eyes that I love so much, trying to figure out if I should say anything or not. Quickly, I decide to go all in and let her know exactly how I feel about us.
“Smarty, I love you and I want you to understand that. Yeah, it hasn’t been the smoothest flowing relationship, but I’d do anything to have you in my life. It worries me when you worry and when you’re nervous about something. I guess it just bothers me that while you want the same things I want, like moving in together, you’re scared that you’re going to lose a part of yourself in the process. Why do you feel that way?”
Presley’s lips part and close three times before she says anything. “I don’t know,” she finally mutters. “I mean, this is new to me, Levi. I’ve never moved in with anyone before because I like having my space. With your screw up and then mine, I wonder what will happen if we get to Pittsburgh and have a big fight. Where am I supposed to go then?”
“Nowhere. You stay your ass right there and we deal with it. And if anyone goes anywhere, it would be me. I would kick myself out.” I take a deep breath. “Presley,” I start, but I falter at a loss for words.
Smarty wiggles on top of me, grabs my face between her hands, and looks at me with such determination. “Levi James Carr, don’t say another word,” she orders. “I love you and I can’t wait for what’s next. Part of it is because I’ll be so far from my family, my twin, everything I’ve ever known. So yeah, I’m a little worried. I’m so in love with you and I want to experience so many things with you whether I’m scared or not because I know that in the end, it’ll be worth it.”
I lift my head to meet her lips, giving her a sweet kiss. “Oh, Smarty, it will definitely be worth it.” Clutching her hips, Presley lets out a small laugh.
“Finally ready to rip my clothes off?”
Smirking, I tell her to sit up as I appreciate the simpleness of her easily replaceable clothes. Her plain white t-shirt doesn’t seem to be anything special. “Do you like this shirt?” I ask her.
Her brows scrunch together in confusion. “I guess. It’s not my favorite or anything.”
“Good.”
“Wh-” she starts, but her eyes widen when I grab the thin fabric and begin to tug hard. Her shirt has no resistance and easily begins to tear in two.
“You really like lace, don’t you?” I ask, kissing the cleavage peeking from the top of yet another lacy bra, this one a nude color. Looking up, Presley seems a little shocked that her torso is now showing, her shirt torn open, but she looks so hot too. I push her shirt off her shoulders and then run my hands down her chest to the button of her jeans.
“Don’t mess these up,” she whispers, her eyes focused on my hands.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. These are my favorite jeans, Smarty.” I can see her smile slightly, but she doesn’t look at me. Her eyes are trained on my hands, so I tease her by not moving them. Finally, she glances up at me, and I smirk.
“Why, Captain Carr, are you trying to tease me?”
“Just making sure you are paying attention,” I tell her.
“My entire body pays attention when you are around. Especially to those hands.” She leans forward, her lips brushing mine. “And to this mouth.” Her tongue slips into my mouth, running over my teeth. “I definitely have to
pay attention to these teeth.”
That does it.
I roll us over, forgetting about teasing her as I unbutton her jeans and proceed to yank them off. That has to be one of the hottest things she’s ever done. “Don’t move an inch,” I order, getting off the bed. I open my nightstand, but there’s not a condom in there. Slamming it shut, I mutter under my breath before going over to where my wallet is laying on the dresser. Thank goodness I always keep one in there.
“I’m not going to wait much longer, Levi,” Presley says quietly. When I turn to look at her, she’s completely naked, propping herself up on her elbows so she can look at me. She looks so comfortable and at ease.
I snatch the condom out of my wallet, and by the time I return to her to settle between her legs, the condom is on and I’m ready to hear her scream. Instead of pushing into her, I kiss her collarbone, caressing one of her breasts, tugging on her nipple and then sucking on the other. With my free hand, I guide myself into her. Then I move my hand to rub her clit. Presley moans as I come to graze my teeth along her jaw, down her neck.