Dance With Me (With Me in Seattle 12)

“After Donald took me on, he sent me to a tutor, five days a week, until I had the basics under my belt. I read fine, and I can do basic math, plus I learned a lot about history. I didn’t even know who the president was when I met Donald. So I pay attention, and I soak it all in.”

Levi rolls to his side, bracing his head on his hand, looking down at me.

“You’re smart, Starla.”

“Yeah.” I drag my fingertip down the length of his nose. “I am. If I wasn’t, I would still be there.”

“I’m glad you’re not.”

My finger lands on his lips, and he kisses it sweetly.

“Me, too. Okay, enough of the depressing stuff. I need an L word.”

He raises an eyebrow, and I look back up through the window.

“Why?”

“I’m writing a song, and I want an L word in this spot.”

“How does it go?”

I clear my throat. I’m so damn nervous. Why I thought this was a good idea, I’ll never know.

But here we are, and I already opened my big mouth, so there’s no going back now.

With my eyes pinned to the stars above, I start to sing.

There’s a star

In the sky

Close my eyes

This wish is mineThrough all the pain

All the tears

Loneliness

And worthless fearsHe would find me

He would see me

And through my faults

He would still . . .I stop singing, and suddenly, Levi is over me, cradling my head in his arms and kissing me like his very life depends on it.

“He does love you.” His voice is hoarse with emotion. The moonlight shines in his eyes. “Is that the L word you were looking for, sweetheart?”

I nod and bite my lip, watching him through tear-filled eyes. I didn’t know how badly I needed to hear the words until now.

“Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

“I’m not easy.” I laugh softly.

“Loving you is,” he insists, brushing his thumbs over the apples of my cheeks. “Even when I want to yell in frustration, I love you so much, I ache with it.”

He kisses my nose and down to my lips again. We’re already naked, having come up to the turret after a vigorous round of sex down in the master bedroom after we woke from our long nap.

He nudges his way between my legs and sinks inside me easily. Fully. Making me sigh in happiness.

He takes my hands, links our fingers, and presses them over my head as he makes slow, sweet love to me, kissing my neck and moving in long, delicious motions, sliding his lean body over mine as if we were made to fit together, just like this.

Every time with Levi is extraordinary.

This time with him is everything.

I lift my legs higher up on his sides, and he sinks even deeper.

“You amaze me,” he whispers against my skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t stand it. I never stop wanting you.”

His hands slide down my arms, but I keep them above my head. He slips one hand under my ass, tipping me up just a bit and making the angle incredible.

“Holy hell.”

“You are love for me, Starla. You’re the most important part of my life.”

I cradle his face in my hands.

“I love you, too, Levi Crawford.”

His eyes close as if he’s so relieved he can’t help himself. And with the quiet night around us, we let go.~Levi~

“Where is she now?”

I’m in Brad Hull’s office in the heart of Cunningham Falls. It’s nothing special. It’s certainly not as palatial as the chief of Seattle PD’s is.

But something tells me Brad does more than ride a desk here in Montana.

“She’s at the spa with your sister. I don’t believe anyone knows where we are, or that we were followed, but out of courtesy and for my own peace of mind, I wanted to give you a heads-up. And, of course, let you know I’m here and tell you that I’m carrying a weapon.”

“I appreciate that. Although almost everyone carries a weapon at some time or another around here.” Brad leans back in his chair, frowning. “It’s odd to me that the stalker has been able to mask their IP so well.”

“Same here. We have some of the best IT people on the west coast working on it, and so far, they’ve come up empty-handed.”

“Well, I hope you find this asshole soon. In the meantime, I’ll have my guys keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. Things like that are easier to see in a small town like this.”

“I hadn’t thought of that.” I rub my cheek in thought. “But it makes perfect sense. Thank you.”

“Anytime. Are you guys up at the treehouses?”

“Yes, and they’re incredible.”

He smiles proudly. “Jenna’s done a great job up there. Enjoy yourselves while you’re here, and if you need anything at all, we’re a phone call away.”