The Game (That Girl, #2)(34)

He grins against my lips. “You kissed me back.”

“I was weak.”

“Jazzy, I want you.”

“You don’t do love, and I don’t want to fall for you, Levi. You’re going to crush me.”

“So, you do like me?”

“Fuck off.”

“I want you.”

“I’m falling in love with you,” I finally whisper, “and you’re going to break my heart. Aren’t you?”

I have no idea where it comes from, but there is no doubt he heard me. His lips are back on mine before he answers my question. This time the passion is gone, while need and hunger flow from both of us. He’s damn near brutal with his force, but I don’t lie idle this time and find myself meeting him blow for blow. He bites my lower lip, so I bite back. His tongue explores deep down my throat and I explore back.

Our hands our sweating and clenching tight. Releasing mine, I weave down through our bodies. My fingers find the top of his elastic waistband. They nestle their way in, exploring him. The thrill of finding him sets me even further on fire. I can feel his erection through his gym pants, and almost beg out loud for him to release it.

Levi rests his elbows on the dock with his hands still on my face, but pulls up from my lips. We don’t break eye contact. I want to see the pleasure on his face when I touch him. All my fears vanish. I just want to be connected as closely as possible.

“Are we?” I ask.

Levi shrugs instead of answering my question. I take it as a yes and unveil him. It feels like days or even weeks since I’ve wanted to touch him. The sad fact is it’s been hours. Then reality hits me. He can’t do this while recovering from neck surgery and having the shit kicked out of him by his brother. He can’t do this.

“Levi, roll over, and lie on your back.”

“What?”

“Shut up and roll over. I’m going to take what I want.”

Levi listens and does his best to roll over. I do the rest and try to make it as painless as possible. I now understand why he’s going with Lincoln. He needs to get away, heal, and get his head on straight. I know, but it doesn’t change the feeling of wanting him now and consuming every single piece of him.

After he rolls over on his back, I feel the need to ask, “Can we?”

“I don’t know. Can you?”

“Levi, I’m being serious. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I feel him try to push into me through my clothing, and without a word I know exactly what he means. He needs this as badly as I do. Right or wrong, we both need it.

Standing up without a word, I let him know I’m going forward with this without verbal permission. Nobody is out here to interrupt us, and I need him. I’ll take it whether or not it’s the right thing to do. Sometimes those things on the borderline of being wrong are exactly what you need. You know it’s wrong, but right in the moment.

I slide down my pants and then my panties. I kick all my clothing to the side because I feel the need to bare everything to Levi. Right now, he sees it all, the scars, insecurities, and wants. It’s a crazy solution to a f*cked up situation, but it’s all I have. I didn’t run, and this is what I’m left with. It’s f*cked up, but what hasn’t been in my life?

“Are you sure?” I ask.

Levi doesn’t respond. I feel his hands grip my outer thighs, and there it is again, his touch on my skin. He’s pulling at my flesh, but it’s just the right amount of pressure I feel as he tries to tug me down to him, and I hear him wince in pain. This time I don’t take satisfaction from the sound. No, this time I want him to forget about it. I free my hair from the side braid and let it flow in the wind. I want nothing between us right now. Slowly, I sink down on Levi and hear him grunt, and this time it’s with pleasure. I can’t move, and frankly don’t want to. This feeling of being completely filled by Levi is the greatest high I’ve ever felt. It’s like he’s been made for me.

“Jazzy,” Levi growls.

My eyes open and focus on him. The combination of his hands still firmly planted on my hips and the look on his face fills my whole being with desire.

“Please, Jazzy, please f*ck me.”

I forget everything. Our surroundings, situation, who we are, and all other everyday bullshit. It’s all gone, and I’m left with Levi and our passion for each other. Something in his manner soothes all my worries as I begin to make love to him.

As slowly as I can, I let myself take advantage of every single inch of him, and I have to fight my overwhelming need to let go. I want to stretch out every single second. Studying Levi’s face, his eyes rake over my naked body and drop from my eyes to my shoulders, then my breasts to my abdomen. It’s written all over his face, he’s trying to hold back.

Finally he says, “This is killing me, Jazzy.”

I freeze on top of him, tilting my head to the side, silently asking the question.

“I want to touch more of you. I want every piece of you.”

His eyes begin to water, expressing all his unspoken pain, alive and glowing in his gaze. His stare almost makes me want to get clothed again because his eyes don’t leave the scars and fresh wounds on my stomach.

“Don’t, Levi, don’t. I want this.”

“I do too, Jazzy, but I want all of you. Promise to never hurt yourself again. Punch or kick me. Never your skin again.”