“God, you’re cute.” I change the subject, watching her eyes soften. Her family really is nuts. I know my family is crazy, but compared to hers they seem normal.
“I guess I should get—”
“Levi,” Katie calls. We both look at the door. “I don’t want to interrupt. I know you’re probably busy . . .” She pauses. “But I searched everywhere, and I can’t find any flour.”
“Mom,” Fawn shouts, sitting up on her elbows causing the sheet to drop and rest below them, “there’s flour at my house. Grab my apartment key out of my purse on the island and all of you go over there.”
“Oh, morning, honey,” she says, and even though I can’t see it, I have no doubt Fawn’s mother is smiling. “Don’t rush. Take your time.”
“I swear I was adopted,” Fawn groans, falling to her back, then turning to look at me. “I’m so sorry about this.”
“Don’t apologize.” My hand moves to her stomach, and I drop my eyes there as it slides over her smooth, creamy skin toward her breast. Watching her nipple harden, I smile. She’s so sensitive that I barely have to touch her for her body to react.
“Levi.”
“Yeah?”
“We have to get up,” she whispers as I drag one finger along the underside of her breast and up to circle her tight nipple.
“I know.” I lean over to lick her other nipple, feeling it harden against my tongue. Her hands move to my hair and lock me in place as her knees bend and her thighs tighten together.
“Please,” she breathes as my fingers move back down her body over her stomach.
“You have to open for me, baby.”
“My family,” she says, but her legs relax just enough to let me in.
“I’m half-tempted not to let you come,” I say, and her eyes spring open. “I’m half-tempted to stop so you’ll know exactly what I’m going to be feeling all day with your family here.”
“But you won’t do that, right?” she asks as my fingers slide between her folds, finding her dripping wet already. I rub my middle and pointer fingers up and down along the outside edge of her clit, giving her just enough that her body begins to light up but not what she really needs.
“I don’t know, what do you think I should do?”
“I think you shouldn’t tease me.”
“I would never tease you, gorgeous. I may make you wait to come, but I promise I will always get you off.” I pull her nipple into my mouth while thrusting two fingers deep inside her. Her body arches off the bed, and she whimpers. I know she’s trying to keep quiet—I know she can hear people in the other room, so she knows if she’s too loud they will be able to hear her. Quickening the pace of my fingers, I nip the tip of her nipple, hearing her gasp as her pussy starts to flutter. Fuck me. I lean back, gritting my teeth, watching her face as she gets closer to coming. It takes everything in me not to slide between her legs and take her as her pussy tightens and her juices soak my hand.
“Levi,” she pants, and her legs start to shake as her hands wrap around my arm.
“Let it go.” I lean forward and cover her mouth with mine as she orgasms, digging her nails into my arm and moaning against my tongue. Pulling back as the flutter of her pussy slows, I pull my fingers out of her, watching a smile light up her face as I suck my fingers clean.
“Honey, where are the pie pans I got you for Christmas two years ago?” Katie asks through the door, and Fawn’s smile falls away as her cheeks turn a shade of pink that has nothing to do with the orgasm I just gave her. “Never mind, don’t rush,” she says quickly. “I’ll just have Libby look for them.”
“Give me twenty minutes, Mom, and I’ll be out to help you,” she yells, then looks at me. “What do you think the probability of us sneaking out of here without being caught is?” I grin.
“None, babe.”
“That’s what I thought.” She sighs, sitting up. “I better get up and get dressed.” Putting my elbow on the bed, I watch her stand and put her hands on her hips as she looks toward the door. “I need to find a way to sneak home to get some clean clothes.”
“You’ve got stuff here,” I say, and her eyes come back to me.
“I don’t really want to put on the clothes I had on yesterday.”
“You have clean stuff in the second drawer.” I nod to the dresser.
“What?”
“You have a tendency to leave your shit all over my floor, so the last time I had the laundry sent out, I put your stuff in with mine.”
“Then you put it away in your dresser?” she asks, and I study the look in her eyes as her bottom lip goes between her teeth. She looks nervous, and that doesn’t sit well with me. I know this thing between us has been happening fast, but I’m not going to be the one to slow us down—not when it feels so right. If I learned one thing from being a cop, it’s to always follow my gut, and my gut is telling me she’s my future—a future I’m very much looking forward to.
“Baby.” I sit up and move to the edge of the bed so I can take her waist and pull her toward me. “You’ve been in my bed every night for the last two weeks. Some of my shit is hanging in your closet,” I remind her quietly, and she nods, running her fingers through my hair. “You okay with having a drawer here?”
Her eyes meet mine, and she smiles softly. “Yeah, I’m good with it.”
“Good, now go get ready.”
“Okay,” she agrees, but she doesn’t move. She gives me a smile I haven’t seen from her before, then drops her mouth to mine in a soft touch. Before I’m ready to let her go, she pulls her mouth from mine and walks to the dresser, opening the second drawer that I cleaned out for her last week. Staring inside for a moment, she shakes her head and pulls out a few items before closing it and turning to look at me briefly. Then without another word, she heads for the bathroom. Standing, I move around the bed and follow her so I can clean up. As soon as I walk into the steam-filled room I watch her disappear into the shower and hold back a growl of frustration. I should be getting into the shower with her—we should be having our first morning of wake-up sex, then shower sex—but with everyone here, those plans will have to be moved to tomorrow. Unless everyone is planning on staying the night—then I’ll be screwed again.
After brushing my teeth, I wash my face, find a shirt to put on, and head back to the bathroom.
“I’m gonna take Muffin out,” I say, and the water goes off right before she pulls the shower curtain open.
“Do you want to wait for me? She doesn’t really like the guys in my family, and I don’t want her to freak out on one of them.”
“You shouldn’t be on your foot too much,” I say as she grabs the towel hanging on the wall.
“It doesn’t really hurt anymore. I think I just bruised it, I’m oka—”
“Fuck,” I clip out, dropping my eyes down her body. I watch the drops of water sliding down her skin. “This is torture.” She laughs, pushing me a step back when I move into her space.
“You’re torturing yourself.”
“I didn’t get enough of you last night.” I sigh regretfully, and her big eyes come to me.