Angel (Fallen Angel, #3)(57)
“I’ve seen the way you look at me. And I know you’ve caught me watching you…”
“Like I said. It’s my job.” Levi’s words said one thing, but his body language said another, and when I moved in closer and angled my head slightly, his eyes dropped to my mouth, and that was all it took for my self-control to snap.
My lips were on his in half a heartbeat, but when he froze, I had a moment of panic. Had I gone too far? Had I completely read his signals wrong?
Not wanting to move away and fuck my chance, but not willing to push him further if he didn’t want this, I kept my lips lightly grazing his and lifted my free hand to curve along the side of his neck. My touch made Levi shiver, and his eyes squeezed shut as he let out a shaky exhale.
Give in, I thought. Give in to me…
I don’t think I breathed as I waited to see what he’d do, if he’d meet me halfway. But when he let out a curse, I had my answer.
With a hunger I thought only I’d been feeling, Levi reached for me, his mouth finally parting under mine, allowing me the access I craved. His lips were warm pillows that fit perfectly against mine, and as I dipped my tongue inside his mouth to roam alongside his, I moaned.
Levi’s hands clenched in the material of my shirt as he hauled me over the top of him, and my eyes slammed shut as he sucked on my greedy tongue. Sweet Jesus. He tasted even better than I thought he would, and when I slid my fingers into his hair to hold his head still, a throaty growl left the man sucking on me like his favorite candy, and I deepened the kiss.
I moved my hand farther up his leg to cup the growing erection I could feel between his thighs, and he groaned into my mouth and arched his hips into my hand—
Levi jerked away suddenly, ripping his mouth free from mine and clamping his hand down on my wrist, shoving it off him. He was breathing hard, his lips swollen and used, his dark eyes conflicted.
“No,” he said, gasping for air. “We can’t.”
“Yes, we can.” My cock pounded in time with my heartbeat, and I reached for him again, only to feel him slip out from beneath me. He moved off the bed and got to his feet, a string of curses leaving his mouth.
My head was still spinning from the intensity of his kiss, and I couldn’t understand how he’d managed to stop it. “What’s the problem?”
Even with his back toward me, I could see the way he had to adjust himself before turning to face me.
“Forget this ever happened,” he said.
“You expect me to forget a kiss like that? Can you?”
Levi schooled his face into an inscrutable expression, the conflicted look I saw earlier gone. “Yes.”
“Why? And don’t spout off some bullshit about not wanting this, because clearly you do.” I gave a pointed look at his tented pants, and Levi’s gaze hardened, his arms crossing his chest.
“Look, Killian. You’re hot. I’m not fucking blind, okay? And yeah, this”—he pointed between us—“would be scorching, because I know exactly what I’d do to a guy like you.”
Goddamn, that sounded promising. “Then come on,” I said, spreading my legs in invitation as I gave him a seductive smile. “Don’t you wanna have a little fun?”
“No. I don’t break my rules. And rule number one is don’t fuck a client. Never have, never will. No matter how tempted I might be.”
I leaned back on my hands. “Anyone ever tell you that’s a shittastic rule?”
“No one’s ever had to.”
Huh. Was he admitting I was the only one he’d ever been tempted to break his rules for? I could work with that.
“I need to get back to the party, and so do you,” Levi said, straightening his shirt and running his hand through his blond hair. With one final look, he walked off, leaving me hot, hard, and still horny as hell in a private cabana meant for two.
I definitely hadn’t expected Levi to shut me down tonight, and while part of me felt frustrated by the rebuff, another part of me was waking up to the challenge Levi had just put forth.
He wanted to play by the rules, huh? Well, there was one thing I knew about rules: they were made to be broken.