Blindsided (The Fighter Series Book 1) (23 page)

Just like her, I’m slack jawed. Did he just pick me over her? Again, if this is a hallucination, please do not tell me any differently. Just lie to me.

A little over thirty minutes ago was last call and since, the bar has slowed drastically. The night has been insane and the tips have been killer. Electric bill—check. Rent—check. And I still have money left over. Usually, I split it down the middle. Save half, keep half, because one day I plan on traveling the world. I’m working hard now so I can play hard later.

My back is turned to the club as I stack glasses when I feel his presence. My skin steams from the attraction, my stomach flutters, and a tickling sensation pricks at my back causing my knees to weaken. I turn meeting the grin I already knew was there.

“Since you’ve been busy and couldn’t come see me, I’m coming to see you,” he says leaning against the bar.

Between his benevolent stare and the sexiness laced in his voice, I’m all but goo. I don’t know what to say without feeling awkward, without feeling like a complete goof. I feel silly and bubble-headed when he’s around. It’s like my brain glitches, cross firing in all directions and leaving me to surrender to pure blubber.

“Good,” I state.

Yep. That’s all I could come up with.

He suppresses his laugh and licks his lips. “Will I be able to escort my girl home?” His voice is low and gravelly igniting my body.

“I think I could use the company,” I tease.

His dimples appear as his royal blues brighten with wicked elation. I’ve forgotten how all this feels—the zing of anticipation, the arousal of pleasure, the fluctuating tempo of my heart—it feels wonderful. It’s the new of it, the unexpectedness, the thrill of the suspense that relationships hold that I can’t believe I’ve protected myself from for all these years over one simple asshole.

Chapter 28

I didn’t see this shit coming, but I damn well knew there was something about this girl. She’s captivated me. I’ve fallen for her. I’m tapping out. She’s got magic powers because this dude doesn’t do love. It’s not me, but here I am trying to overcome the urge to tell her. And we’ve only been dating for four weeks. Does it happen this quick? Does it come out of nowhere and mug you in the middle of the street out in the wide open of daylight?

The fucking shit happened to me.

Like a creeper, I’m watching her sleep. She’s so peaceful, softly breathing, face motionless and naturally beautiful without any makeup. She’s an angel. Something else that I can drive forward for. I’ve never met a woman who has had this effect on me. I’m in the palm of her hand, and honestly, I’m ok with it.

Faintly, I slide my lips across hers and she moans softly. “Mmmm…good morning,” she groggily groans as I nip on her neck.

She grips my arm as I trace her jawline—jackpot. She’s all in. Moving above her, I yank her shirt up, revealing her delectable pebbles. Her body reacts, arching and wriggling as I bite at them, rolling them between my teeth. She whimpers already panting at my touch. I fucking love how she craves me, how her eyes roll, and how her beautiful silky skin breaks out with goosebumps.

My tongue dances between her breasts making my way down to her navel tasting the vanilla of her shower gel. She melts into a moan when I settle between her legs spreading her thighs and grazing them.

I’m greeted by her wetness the moment my tongue hits her pussy. “Mmmm…” I groan savoring her. It’s the very taste I crave.

Her hips jump when I blow across her clit, slamming it perfectly against my lips and she mewls for me. I stroke and coil around the swollen nub, sucking gently but applying enough pressure to ensure insanity. I feel like torturing her today, having her about to detonate the second I get into her.

I press my fingers into her warmth and immediately that pussy clamps down. Just as I wanted. I know she’s close. Her body always tells me everything I need to know, and trust me, I’m a damn good listener.

A shudder rolls down her body, and her head tilts back as she arches off the bed pulling my hair. I bury my fingers deep into her wiggling hips.

“Levi. Baby…” She can’t finish her statement as her orgasm sends spasms down her body.

“That’s it, baby,” I reassure her pressing into her harder, flicking my tongue faster.

She slows, and pulls me by my hair up to her mouth wasting no time devouring her taste off my lips. She can drive the sanest man absolutely psychotic.

I don’t procrastinate, plunging into her, and filling her to the hilt. Pushing and pulling, I drag myself in and out, our bodies becoming a rhythm, slowly racing to the finish line. I want her to win, to feel her break out of her skin first. Her eyes are shut, mouth parted for her moans, her hair splayed in a wreck around her.

“Open your eyes, baby,” I tell her wanting to see all the emotions that pass through her green irises.

As she does, I see it—the same thing I hold in my heart—we’re both falling for each other.

Her nails dig into my back as her thighs squeeze my hips. I’ve learned this is my cue that she’s right there and I begin to pump into her harder.

“Fucking mine?” I gruff, jamming into her but she doesn’t answer. She’s too close to her orgasm. “Mine?” I repeat slamming a hard thrust into her again, this time getting her attention.

“Yes…yes,” she rasps nodding.

“Look at me, baby,” I tell her.

Her walls constrict my cock and cause my own release to spool deep in my gut. She becomes rigid, then a shiver rolls down her body and she cries out tipping into her climax. I take to her mouth, inhaling her screams of ecstasy as I reach my own nut, thrusting my pulsing cock into her several more times spilling into her.

I drop my head to the crook of her neck feeling her heart beat against my face.

“Oh. My. God.” She gulps in air.

I smile trying to gather feelings in my limbs. “That’s what I like to hear.”

I slide out and land face down into her pillow…totally satiated.

“You ok?” she asks kissing the back of my neck.

“Splendid. Absolutely fucking splendid,” I say, my voice muffled by the pillow.

She lays her head on my shoulder blade, dancing her fingers along my back. This is the shit I’m talking about. Her touches melt me causing a sensation to rush straight to my heart and strangle it. They’re not forced or obligated, but caring and full of love, sucking all the air from my lungs and driving my heart through constant cardiac arrest. She can hold my heart as much as she wants as long as it’s in her hands. I feel the love…I’m screwed. Utterly fucked and in love with her.

“What time do you have to leave?” she asks.

I sigh. “Plane leaves at five.”

“And when are you coming back?”

“Sunday night.” I push to my elbow resting my head in my hand facing her. “I don’t want to go. I’d rather stay here and drive you insane.” I grin wickedly.

She giggles and slaps me on the shoulder, but she can’t fool me. She wants me to stay just as much as I do. “It’s four days. I work at Tonic Friday night, but then I’m off from both places until Tuesday. So when you get back, we can catch up.”

I growl placing a kiss on her forehead then push up to sit on the side of the bed. “I’ll take that, but for now…” I scoop her up and head toward her shower. “We need to wash up.”

I set her down and reach in, turning on the water and then switch my view to the sexy ass standing in front of me. I pull my grey t-shirt that she slept in off her and drag my eyes over her beautiful naked body. Her skin is naturally tan and silky smooth. She’s absolutely…

I groan grabbing my dick sliding along its length and stepping backward into the shower. Her eyes have hazed over watching me stroke my cock to her beauty when I reach out and pull her in with me. Water cascades down her body, weaving several paths over her face, crossing over her shoulders, continuing its path down her legs to her perfect little feet.

She looks up from underneath her dark wet lashes, water dripping from her lips as I grab her hand placing it around my dick for her to take control. I lean against the cold wall and watch the water stream over her tits creating small waterfalls. Her nipples are hard, her eyes so innocent while she glides her hand up and down my cock. I’m aching to feel her against me, skin against skin, our hearts pounding with each breathless pant.

Quickly, I turn her, placing her back against the wall and take to her neck like a vampire. She raises her chin to the ceiling and sighs as I glide my dick between her legs allowing it to rub against her clit while palming her breasts.

Women, most of you complain that us men don’t listen, that we have selective hearing and for some of us that’s true, but let me tell you what we do hear. Your bodies. Your bodies scream at us. They talk loud and very clear. We’re not mind readers, but we can read that fucking body of yours as if it was words written on paper. For instance, crossed arms usually aren’t a good sign meaning you’re mad or uncomfortable. Goosebumps, depending on the situation, can mean you’re cold, turned on, or sometimes even frightened. Let’s move on to something more sexy…exposing your wrists can be a sign of submission. Lowered eyelids are a sign of pleasure. Pursing—not duckly— biting, or licking your lips are all signals that can drive a man to his knees. You may not know this, but when you’re aroused, your nostrils flare and your pupils dilate. I can go on forever with the language that I understand so very well and give you tips on how to show someone you’re interested, but subconsciously, I can guarantee you’re already doing it. Paige…she’s doing them all except there’s one problem—there’s a hesitation in her movements.

“Are you ok?” I ask stopping my assault and peering into her eyes.

“I–” she glances away reluctantly. “I don’t like the fact you’re leaving.”

Her words wrench my chest, pulling an electric energy to wrap around my heart and tighten my throat. I tuck my finger under her chin and pull her gaze back to me. She looks so innocent, so saddened, so doleful, but there’s something hiding in the background—attachment.

“Four days,” I remind her but it doesn’t do anything to reassure her.

Shoving my desire aside, I wrap her in my arms and rest my cheek against the side of her head. I don’t know what to say. I’m unsure how to even handle this, but holding her feels right, as if maybe she can feel my adoration. This is all too new for me. She’s done the impossible. I’ve turned into a little bitch willing to submit to her. I’m mush. Slushier than a melted Icee on a hot summer day. I’ve got it bad for her. Me, Levi…

This should be one interesting ride.

Chapter 29