“Okay then.” Rafe drilled his brother with a hard look, and something passed between them. “Get some rest, we have a busy few days ahead.”
Levi snorted at that, watching as Rafe walked off.
“He only cares,” I said, sensing his irritation.
“Cares that I’m going to ruin everything again.”
“Are you?” The words spilled from my lips.
“The only thing I’m going to ruin, is you...” He leaned in, ghosting his lips over mine. “In the best possible way.”
Holy. Crap.
I squeezed my thighs together, embarrassed at the visceral reaction my body had to Levi’s deep, gravelly voice. Levi chuckled against my lips, not kissing me, just holding them there. It was oddly erotic and completely heady, having this famous rock star tease me with dirty words and almost kisses.
He finally moved, letting his mouth slide against mine, the cool steel of his piercings sending shivers through me. I liked my guys inked and pierced and bad.
And Levi Hunter was right up there with the best of them.
I would give myself this one night. One night of reckless abandonment. And then, tomorrow we would be nothing to each other again. Because that was how it had to be.
We weren’t Eva and Rafe, or even Molly and Hudson. We were employee and boss, fan and rock star, no one and someone.
No matter how much I wanted to know Levi, to really know him, this was all we could ever be.
“One night,” I said again, not knowing whether the words were a reminder for him…
Or for me.
• • •
By the time we reached Levi’s bedroom, clothes were already flying. He was like a man starved, clawing at my t-shirt and bra and skintight jeans until I was in nothing but my panties.
“Fuck, you’re something.” He let his hungry gaze fall over my curves, lingering on the ink decorating my skin. Interest flashed in his eyes.
“Not what you expected?” I found my voice.
“Exactly what I’d hoped for.” He dragged his thumb across his bottom lip, still deep in his perusal of my body. “Get on the bed.”
He didn’t ask, he demanded, and lust shot through me.
“You like that?” Levi cocked a brow. “You like being told what to do?”
I pressed my lips together, fighting a smile.
I did.
But it didn’t mean I was going to make it easy for him.
Levi stripped out of his clothes. T-shirt, jeans, and socks. He was commando, so my eyes went straight to his semi-hard dick. Jesus, there was a piercing through the tip.
“You’ll love it,” he said, as if he could hear my thoughts. His knees dropped to the edge of the bed and he crawled over me, pressing every inch of his lean but defined body against mine. I swallowed a moan, my lips parting at the feel of him above me.
“The things I want to do to you, int—” He stopped himself and my heart fluttered.
That meant something.
Didn’t it?
Pushing the confusing thoughts aside, I let my hands run down his back, reveling in the way his muscles flexed beneath my touch.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Levi rasped against my lips, the words vibrating deep inside me.
I continued my exploration of his skin. There wasn’t much of him not branded with ink, but it only added to his appeal.
Levi was the epitome of broken bad boy.
He moved down my body, letting his lips trail a path of fire down the slope of my neck. He sucked and kissed and nibbled, tasting and teasing.
“God,” I panted, fisting the luxurious bed sheets.
“Not God,” he drawled, “but you can bet your cute ass I’m going to take you to Heaven.”
“Levi...” His head whipped up. “Don’t do that... don’t treat me like all the rest.”
It might have only been one night, but I wasn’t some groupie looking for her five minutes of fame.
“You’re right, you’re not.” He held my gaze for a second before dipping his head to my breasts. He sucked my nipple, biting it gently before swirling his tongue around the pebbled bud. My body arched off the bed, a garbled moan escaping my lips.
“You like that?” he crooned against the sensitive flesh. “Does it make you wet?” His fingers dived between our bodies finding my soaked panties. He didn’t wait for permission, dipping underneath the material and pushing them inside me. “Fuck, Phoebe.”
“Don’t stop.” I bit down on my lip, pleasure rippling through me.
“I need to taste you.” The words came out strangled as he rocked back onto his haunches and pulled my panties off before spreading me wide. “Fucking perfect.” Levi leaned down, swiping his tongue through my wetness.
“Levi, God...”
“Yeah, I’ll be your god. I’ll be anything you need.” He flicked his tongue over my clit while scissoring his fingers deep inside me. It was too much... he was too much. The sounds he was making, the way he ate me out... it was dirty and messy and oh so good.
My head fell back as I gave in to the sensations crashing over me.
“I’m going to make you come all over my fingers and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you see stars.” He blew hard on my clit before flattening his tongue there as he pumped his fingers in and out.
“Fuck,” I cried. “It’s... it’s too much.” I grabbed his head, pulling him closer all while trying to push him away. My body was on fire, breaking apart from the inside out.
“Give it to me,” he demanded, curling his fingers and finding the spot that made me shatter.
My body shuddered as I stifled the whispers of pleasure. Levi sat up, licking his fingers clean. “Mmm, my new favorite taste.” Something flashed in his eyes. “You on birth control?”
I nodded.
“I’m clean. They make me get tested regularly.”
I knew that. There wasn’t much I wasn’t privy to being the band’s assistant.
“You sure?”
Pressing my lips together, I nodded again. I was too far gone to stop myself now. I needed to feel Levi like I needed my next breath.
He caged his body over me, kissing me slow and deep. Our tongues swirled together, and I could taste myself on him. One of his hands curled around my throat, holding me the way I’d watched him hold the mic earlier. Possessively, as if he needed it.
This is just sex, I reminded myself. But as Levi lined himself up and rocked into me in one smooth stroke that had us both groaning, I knew it wasn’t just sex.
It was so much more.
“Fuck, Phoebe, you’re so fucking tight.” He moved, pressing deeper, and I gasped, the drag of his piercing against my sensitive walls almost too much to bear.
Levi grabbed my legs, forcing them around his hips, and pulling our bodies closer until there was nothing but us. “I could write lyrics to this.” His lips found my ear. “She tastes so good,” he rocked deeper, slowly grinding his hips against mine. “Like promise and light. But she’ll tear out my soul one smile at a time.” Thrust. “I’ll give her my secrets, bleed them out like rain.” Thrust. “She’ll keep them inside her, hide them away... fuck, Phoebe.”
I was mesmerized. His lyrics, the way he fucked with measured control. I’d expected something different, something more akin to chaos. But Levi Hunter was an enigma. A puzzle I wanted to crack open and solve.