His fingers snake a path along my shoulder. “It will, huh?”
“Uh-huh. So be a good King and stop smoking.”
He smirks and even that is lazy. “What will I get in return?”
“Jeez. Do you always have to get something in return?”
“Always.”
I scoff. “What do you want?”
He’s silent for a moment, and I can see him running a thousand scenario in his head. “Open your mouth.”
That makes my thighs clench and spasm with need. “W-why?”
“You want me to quit smoking, don’t you, princess?”
I nod.
“Then open that pretty mouth.”
I do. Like a hormones-driven idiot, I just do.
Anticipation coils at the bottom of my stomach like a hungry, starved animal. He turned me into a freaking animal.
Watching me with those droopy eyes, he clutches the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger. It’s crazy how even his fingers look so sexy right now. They’re long and hard like the rest of him.
And then he stuffs the cigarette in his mouth. I find myself craning my head against his arm to get a better view of that firm, kissable mouth. How his teeth tug on the cigarette. How his lips close around it.
Can I be that cigarette, please?
He brings the lighter to his face and sets the cigarette on fire. The smell of nicotine mingles with the scent of sex and sweat in the air.
“You said you’ll quit –”
He stuffs a fingers against my mouth, shutting me up. Then he removes his finger. “Open.”
With furrowed brows, I do.
Levi takes a drag of smoke, but doesn’t release it. Instead, he clutches my jaw, squeezing it between his fingers. His lips hover inches away from mine as he breathes nicotine down my throat.
Holy shit. That’s hot.
And… burning.
I mean, the nicotine burns at the back of my throat. I cough, but he swallows the sound with a hard kiss. I feel like that helpless cigarette in his mouth. Tugged by his teeth and devoured by his lips.
But he tastes like that cigarette.
He tastes like me.
If this is the last smoke he’ll have, then I’ll let him burn me.
We doze off on that kiss, still wrapped around each other.
When it gets cold, Levi pulls a nearby blanket and covers us with it.
A rustle of noises wakes me up from my peaceful sleep.