Dance With Me (With Me in Seattle #12)(12)



Hauling my things inside takes two trips, but I don’t mind. I take everything to the spare bedroom where I can unbox my goodies on the bed and leave them there until I decide where I want to store everything.

“That’s for later,” I decide and announce out loud, hands on my hips. “I think I want a swim.”

Thanks to the privacy of the backyard, I don’t even have to change into a suit. I just shed my clothes poolside, then dive in and swim until my arms feel like rubber. Even then I don’t hop out right away. I float on my back, unconcerned about my breasts being exposed to the sunshine.

I’m a southern girl. I’m used to the sun.

The water feels amazing against my skin and in my hair. It’s cooling and calming, making me feel amazing.

I have to admit, since I’ve been settled in the house, I haven’t had many dizzy spells. Maybe the doctor was right, I needed some R&R.

It’s been easier than I thought it would be. I’m not bored. If anything, I could use a quiet day with no visitors, just me and my music.

I had Donald send my piano up, and it should arrive this week. I feel the music inside me, ready to come out.

When my eyes get heavy, and I’m worried I’ll fall asleep right in the water, I decide it’s time to get out.

Once I’m dry, I pad through the house and up the stairs to my bed. For the first time in a long time, I’m ready for sleep.

I fall onto the bed, face down, and immediately sink into a deep slumber.



“You like that, sweetheart?”

Levi’s voice is in my ear, his hands roaming all over my skin, and I’m so turned on, I might come without him even touching my pussy.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, I like it. You know I do.”

“I love this spot, right here.” He kisses my shoulder where it meets my neck. “So soft.”

My nipples are hard, painfully so, as he rubs his fingertips over them, plucking them.

“Suck them,” I plead, but he shakes his head.

“Not yet.”

“Levi, just suck them.”

He obliges, latching on, and my body bows off the bed, tightening and straining in reaction to his hot mouth.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he growls as he plunges inside, fucking me relentlessly until I’m screaming and holding on for dear life.



I wake up and look around, shocked to find that I’m alone, in my bed, with the sun setting, casting the room in shadows.

My naked body is on fire. I’m panting. My legs scissor, desperate to release the tension in my core.

My hand drifts down my belly, over my smooth pubis, and my fingers make contact with my hard, throbbing clit.

I’d rather it was Levi, but he’s not here, so I do what I need to in order to relieve my frustration. Thinking of Levi’s mischievous smile and the way his voice sounds in my ear as he urges me toward climax is all it takes to send me over the edge.

I sigh, brush my still-damp hair off my cheek, and reach for my phone in case I’ve missed anything.

Shit, it’s past seven.

And I’ve missed two texts from Levi.

Hey gorgeous. I hope you had a great day.

That was two hours ago. There’s another.

I’d like to swing by and see you. Please let me know if you’d rather I didn’t.

That was thirty minutes ago.

I’m about to reply when the doorbell rings. I sit up on the bed, eyes wide, heart hammering.

“Damn it.” I stub my toe as I search for my shorts. “Fuck, that hurts.”

I hop around, into the shorts and a tank, not bothering with underwear, and hurry down the stairs.

The house is dark when I open the door and find a grinning Levi in my doorway.

“You didn’t say not to come over.” His eyes narrow as he looks me up and down. “You were sleeping.”

“I just woke up a few minutes ago.” I swallow and push my hair back. I hope my rosy cheeks don’t give away the fact that I just came to thoughts of him not even five minutes ago. “Come on in.”

“I’m sorry, Star—”

“No, it’s okay,” I assure him as he steps inside, and I flip on a light. “I slept way too long. I never nap. Must have been the shopping and the sex. I mean, the swim.”

I shake my head and laugh as his head whips my way, and he glares.

“Back it up.”

“There was no sex.” I’m laughing now, belly laughs that I can’t control. “At least, not with another person.”

“Fuck.” It’s a mumble as he rubs his fingers over his mouth. “I don’t know if I want to know.”

I’m feeling fresh and sassy, so I boost myself up to sit on the kitchen counter and kick my feet back and forth.

“I went shopping with Meredith. Did a bit of damage that I have zero regrets about. Then I came back here and took a long swim. It made me sleepy, so I took a nap.”

“And then?” His dark eyes are on fire as he slowly advances on me, each step bringing him closer.

“I had a dream about you,” I whisper, watching every move he makes. “And when I woke up, I worked myself to orgasm.”

He’s standing directly in front of me now, but not touching me.

“While thinking of me.”

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