Sun-Kissed (Love In All Seasons 1)

Filling me up.

Completely. In ways my fingers could never, ever do.

It has been the constant thought on my mind. Last night, when I wrapped my legs around his waist, when I felt his hard cock grinding against my ass, my mind basically exploded. Before our kiss, I had no idea what it would mean to be taken by man.

I'm practically drooling now. And it is totally inappropriate. We just opened up about our pasts in ways I wasn't expecting. I'm amazed to learn that, in so many ways, Levi is the man of my dreams.

He is funny and a little bit arrogant, handsome as all get out, and sweet. So understanding. He listened to me talk about Granddad, about the farmhouse and he leaned in, his pine green eyes meeting mine, taking in every word I had to say.

I've lived in Vegas, working at the Millennium, for three years straight, and never once have I opened up to my roommates this way. With them, I feel out of place, like I'm living in a different world than they are.

They wear high heels and slinky thongs and push-up bras as if they were born wearing those things. For me, it's all uncharted territory. I've always felt like an outsider, but then I sit here at this restaurant with Levi, a man I only just met, and I feel like I fit.

I feel like I am home for the first time in so, so long.

"Dare," he repeats.

And I blink, grounding myself in reality. I just agreed to play Truth or Dare with a man who has made me lose hours of sleep. I don't know if this is a terrible idea or the best idea ever. All I know is that I don't want this morning to end. I have a long night ahead of me at work, and right now I don't want to think about a paycheck or uniform or making customers happy.

Right now, I want to be happy.

"I dare you to order a mimosa," I say, grinning.

"That's gotta be the least manly drink in the world," he says with a straight face.

"Exactly the point." I laugh, I get the waitress and tell her that Levi would like to make an order.

"I'd like one mimosa," he says, his face turning beet red and his eyes cast down to his plate.

"Make that two," I add.

When she brings them back a few minutes later, we lift our delicate flutes, clinking the rims as I make a toast.

"To a ManMosa," I say, laughing as I watch him drink from his champagne flute. This mountain man looks so completely out of sorts, it's adorable. I pull out my phone and take a photo, wanting to document this moment.

He finishes it in one fell swoop and I congratulate him. "Well played, sir."

He wipes his mouth with his napkin. "Honestly this is pretty good."

"You can't go wrong with champagne." I show him the picture and he asks me to send it to him. We exchange numbers and I message him our first photo, a flutter rolling through my belly as I hit send. "Now it's your turn."

"Oh, I know whose turn it is," he says smugly. "Lucy, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"All right, I figured as much." He leans in, his voice discreet, "If you could have sex anywhere, for your first time, where would it be?"

I twist my lips, but I know the answer. I have thought about it plenty. "I... I think...on my knees? I know it's not exactly a classic, but I just think it would feel really good..."

Levi cracks up, slamming his hand on the table. "Dang girl, I meant like, what location. As in, the Millennium penthouse suite. Or on top of a mountain. In a pool. But, hell, I like where this is headed," he laughs. "It's pretty damn hot."

I just feel my cheeks burning bright red. I cover my face with my hands, regaining my composure. "I am literally so mortified right now," I tell him, lifting my eyes and grabbing hold of the mimosa, tipping it back and finishing it off.

"Don't be embarrassed," he tells me sincerely. "I love your honesty, and I like that you're planning these things out. I'm a missionary position man myself. I like to be over my woman, pressing my mouth to her tits as I suck them hard."

We're both leaning in now, and his hot breath is on my neck, our noses practically touching. I'm salivating at his words. Picturing him on top of me. "I like to look into my girl's eyes as I take her, her legs wrapping around my waist as I fill her up. I like to watch her as she pants, as she begs. I like to watch as she comes."

"And then what," I ask my breath catching in my throat. "What next?"