Chicks, Man

“Wait, what about the gala? My parents will wonder—”

“We’ll figure it out later. Right now, I need only you.” He takes my hand and guides us through a hallway until we pop out by the elevators. We stand next to one another, waiting for the doors to open. The energy between us is so electric, it’s dangerous. We may be standing silent, but the drumming of our hearts is deafening.

The doors open, and he tugs me inside. The second they close, he pushes me against the mirrored wall and kisses me. His heart hammers against mine, his hands hungry to get to me. “This dress needs to go.” He nips at my bottom lip, and I squirm under his hold. He presses his hard erection into my stomach just as the elevator dings, and we rush out. I barely register the rooms we pass, then he’s swiping his key against the electronic lock and we stumble inside.

At the sound of the door closing, I spin around to face him. Levi Dent has always been a sight. But tonight, there are no words to describe how he takes my breath away, all handsome in his tuxedo, his hair disheveled from earlier. And those eyes. They’ve lost the calmness they normally carry. They scream hungry. Needy. Determined.

“Levi.”

“Hannah.” He takes one predatorial step toward me. My mind races with his intentions. Will he make good on his promise at my parents’ house and run his mouth along my center? Use his fingers to send me into oblivion? Will he hold me and allow me to bask in his scent and comfort?

“What are you planning?” My voice is timid. With two long strides, his large frame eats up the last remaining space separating us, and his hand reaches up to cup my cheek. “I bet your mind is running rampant wondering, maybe even hoping, about all the things I plan to do to you. But right now, I want to drown all your worries and insecurities.” His lips dip to mine, kissing me softly, then he pulls away. “I want to show you why you’re something special. Why I’m thankful you’re giving me a chance. Why there is nothing more perfect than this moment.” His lips return, stealing my breath, our tongues doing a slow dance. My arms travel around his neck, and he lifts me up, carrying me to the bed.

He lays me down, his lips never leaving mine, his hand caressing the side of my ribcage, a low-pressure squeeze to my hips. He’s fighting to go slow, and it’s killing me. My dress is too heavy against my skin. I need it off.

“Your body is buzzing for me. Tell me what you want, Hannah?” His voice is low yet demanding in a way that sets my core on fire.

“I want to feel you. All of you. This dress. It’s in the way.” His lips move down my chin, my neck, stopping at my collarbone. His tongue making circles against my hypersensitive flesh is too much. I lift my hips, needing friction, needing something more. “Levi, please,” I beg.

His hands dip lower, pulling at my dress, hiking it up just enough for his fingers to disappear under the silk fabric. The warmth of his palm skates up my thigh, and I bite my tongue when his fingers brush along my folds.

“Always so wet for me. Perfect. Beautiful,” he hums against my skin, pushing one finger inside. My head tilts back at the welcomed intrusion. Using his other free hand, he pulls the dress strap off my shoulder, trailing kisses down to my breast. “I dream about these. In my mouth. In my hands. Owning them, sucking them, marking them.” He wraps his mouth around my nipple, circling the bud with his tongue. With each measured thrust, he grazes his teeth along my flesh, making me crazy. My hips can’t fight his slow torture. They lift, welcoming him deeper.

“Naughty little Hannah, always wanting more.” He pulls out and inserts two fingers. I lose my breath on a moan, needing more, and he knows it. There’s a crack in the air. A spark threatening to detonate my entire body when a third finger thrusts inside me. With each addition, he’s less gentle, more urgent. The brush of his knuckles at my opening has me crying out in pleasure. He takes no pity on me as his teeth clamp down on my nipple.

“Levi, more,” I beg. I ride his fingers, unable to hold on any longer. My hips thrust up, and he doesn’t hold back, powering inside me, filling me until my orgasm ignites and my walls come crashing around his fingers. He swallows my cry with his mouth, kissing me hard, working me until my spasms subside.

His mouth eases up, and he pulls away. Our eyes connect, and it’s impossible to miss the shift in the air. The electricity that surrounds us. “You’re beautiful, Hannah Matthews. Inside and out. And I’m going to spend the entire night proving that to you.”