Chapter 9

DIANA

“Fuck,” I breathed. It was the only word I remembered. It had been flaring like a neon sign in my head since Levi shut the door.

His thumb pressed into my bottom lip. “You keep running that pretty mouth of yours around me and it’s going to land you in trouble.”

I barely restrained the urge to press my body into his. He was too close, and it clouded my judgment.

Whatever it was, I wanted the trouble he promised.

“Like what?” My voice was breathless and thin.

Levi let out a haughty scoff, but it was full of wanting too. His hand smoothed over my cheek and curled around the back of my neck.

He leaned in close until our foreheads touched. When he closed a fist at the back of my hair, I moaned from the tension.

At the sound, he groaned, “Oh, you can’t even begin to imagine the things I’d do to you.”

My fingers curled in the front of his shirt, twisting in the black fabric. I pulled him closer when it would serve me better to shove him away.

“Then do it,” I blurted before I could stop myself. My head tipped back until our mouths were a hair’s breadth apart.

“Show me.”

Levi’s mouth slanted over mine, seizing me in a kiss because it was the only thing that he could do next—it was the only thing he wanted to do.

And it was all I wanted too.

His lips were firm, but softer than I imagined them. He kissed with a contained passion, hiding his true hunger beneath a gentle mask.

It was tentative and explorative, but Levi was tense with restrained excitement.

He moved us, pivoting around until he was walking backward. With his grasp on me and our locked mouths, I followed easily.

We only stopped when his calves hit the couch along the back wall.

That was when he withdrew for air, and added, “And for the record, no one has ever faked an orgasm with me.”

I clutched his shirt and rose on the tips of my toes to follow his mouth. I was starving and seeking more.

“Prove it,” I challenged.

His chest rumbled with a groan, and he seized my mouth again. A fraction of his restraint slipped, and he pulled me closer, digging his fingers into me as our mouths clashed.

It was undeniably insane, but I ignored everything in my head screaming that this was the worst lapse of sanity in my life.

Regardless of the consequences, I was too lost in the rapture of Levi’s kisses.

He was almost greedy in the way he consumed my mouth. I swore he would devour me whole if I let him, and I thought that I wanted him too.

When his tongue slid over my bottom lip, silently probing for entrance, I let him in. I sucked his tongue and savored the taste of him against my teeth.

His massive hands groped my ass, pulling a moan from deep in his chest.

Before I knew it, he cupped the back of my thighs and hefted me into the air.

My arms flew around his neck to save myself. In the next instant, he dropped onto the couch, taking me with him.

It didn’t stop the increasingly ardent kisses. Only then was I aware of my legs straddling him and my tight skirt bunched around my waist.

Levi had one hand massaging my hip and gradually moving over my ass. The other slid up my spine and curled over the back of my neck, urging me closer until we were chest to chest.

I took the opportunity to run my fingers through his hair. I’d wanted to do that since I first saw him, and I wasn’t going to miss the chance.

His hair was softer than I imagined, like strands of black silk running between my fingers.

A thought tickled my mind as my tongue curled around his.

~I can’t believe I’m making out with Levi Stark!~

He broke for a breath of air and fisted my hair at the back of my head.

Hoarsely, he said, “Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m kissing Diana Winslow.”

Bubbling laughter passed my lips. I couldn’t control myself as I launched at his mouth again.

That time I captured his lips with a smile lifting mine.

Between breathless kisses, he asked, “What’s so funny?”

“I was just thinking the same thing about you,” I admitted into his mouth before locking lips again.

There was nothing subtle about the way I rocked my hips against him. He lifted to meet me, bumping the hardness in his pants into my damp panties.

A tingle raced through me from the delicious friction.

Before I knew it, we were rocking against each other on the couch, our hands hungry for each other.

I’d call it dry humping, but my underwear was positively soaked with arousal.

Levi squeezed my ass and groaned. “I’ve wanted to feel every inch of you since I was a horny teenage boy.”

I was too wrapped up in tasting his mouth to reply. Instead, he received needy moans for more.

I ground over his erection harder, desperate for more friction.

Boldness overcame me when I grabbed his hand that wasn’t buried in my hair. I pulled it between our bodies and used his palm to cup my breast.

“Then feel me.”

That made his pupils dilate and his nostrils flex.

In the next instant, Levi yanked up my T-shirt and jerked down my bra. The lace fabric gathered under my breasts and his face dropped.

He took one puckered nipple into his mouth and flicked the pebbled bud with the tip of his tongue.

I trembled in his lap and my fingers dug into his shoulders.

My breathy gasps blew over the top of his head as he trailed long, wet licks and pinching bites over my breasts.

His knuckles skimmed over my bare stomach, causing my abdomen to contract from the feather-light touch.

Then his hand dropped lower, and he traced his fingers over my thighs. The sensation almost tickled, but it was mind-numbingly arousing.

Then his thumb traced over my underwear, following the line of my slit.

I panted when he pressed his fingers into the damp fabric.

“Fuck,” he dragged out, “you’re so wet.”

Levi hooked a finger in my panties and pushed them to the side.

A hot and heavy surge dipped in my lower stomach when he dragged a single finger through my lower lips into my wetness.

I cried out and lightning struck me from my head to my toes when his digit rubbed over my clit.

“Fuck. Your voice is so pretty when you cry out,” Levi rasped before gently biting my breast.

“I want to make you come, Diana. I want to hear you sing when you come for me.”

Eyes closed and head thrown back, I clawed at his shoulder and rocked my hips over his hand.

I struggled to form words over my thick tongue. “Do it. Please, touch me.”

Levi circled his finger repeatedly over my clit, slick with building arousal. He buried his face against my neck, and I held him for dear life.

When he slipped his finger into my pussy, my breath lurched out of me. I clenched my jaw to control my volume, and his low chuckle vibrated against my chest.

Levi cupped his hand between my legs and added a second finger. The two digits pumped into me as the heel of his palm massaged my clit.

I’d allowed no one to touch me like this before. A decade of fear had held me back.

I relished in my mind drifting into a carnal haze where all my thoughts and feelings centered on the rock star finger-fucking me.

His mouth littered my throat with kisses and tender nibbles. One of them would surely leave a mark in the morning, but it didn’t matter when the pleasure he gave me felt too good to care.

And suddenly the thought of Levi marking me, leaving a sign of himself on my body, made my core go taut. I wanted him to leave evidence that he’d had me in this intimate manner.

In the rising seconds before my climax, my moans warped into breathless gasps. My fingers twisted in the back of his hair, and he growled into my neck when I tugged the ends.

But he didn’t falter and the hot coil in my core sprung loose, releasing the tension in my entire body. Vicious tremors seized me as his fingers continued pumping into me, easing me through the rolling waves of an intense orgasm.

I sagged against his chest, soaking in the afterglow of pleasure. Each breath I dragged in chased away some of the haze clouding my mind.

“Damn, those noises you make drive me wild,” he said. His awed tone brought a new flush of red over my cheeks.

He withdrew his fingers coated in my release and sucked them into his mouth. An appreciative moan followed as he licked them clean.

Clarifying mortification swept away the last of my wanton wildness. A post-climactic clarity forced me to open my eyes and take in my surroundings.

Was I about to let Levi Stark fuck me in a filthy rock star dressing room? I couldn’t have my first time in a place like that.

Shaking like a leaf, I peeled myself off his lap. I swallowed over a dry throat while shoving my clothes back into place.

Levi looked up at me, his brows knit together and lips curving down. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no, it was great. Thanks,” I rushed out.

More words spilled from my rambling tongue—more than I should have said. “I can’t do this here. I can’t have my first time in a place like this. I’m just not doing that. I’ve gotta go home.”

Levi’s eyes widened into his forehead, and his jaw dropped. The expression made the skull makeup look silly. He shot up from the couch and his voice came out thin. “Wait, first time?”

“Shit. Fuck,” I grunted, avoiding eye contact. With my clothes back in place and all my things in hand, I whirled for the door.

A firm grip caught my arm and tugged me around. I tilted my head back and stared up into the painted face of a skeleton.

“Diana, are you a virgin?” Levi asked shakily.

“No. Yes. It doesn’t matter.” I jerked my arm free and flung myself at the dressing room door.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I cursed the entire way to my car.