her on to do exactly as he asked.
Her crop top went first. Then, she tugged the skirt down, too. In nothing but the red silk panties that she’d been allowed to keep from a shoot a couple of months earlier and the strappy heels, Gigi edged forward, stepping around the table and chair until she stopped a couple of feet away from Lev.
“Not fair,” she told him, “only you’re getting a show.”
Lev grinned, a gleam lighting up his eye as he glanced up to meet her stare. With his hand laying against his jaw with one finger resting against his cheek, he arched a brow suggestively. “My bad, but see ... now you’re just as I wanted you.”
“For?”
“This.”
He leaned forward again, only this time his hands found her body. One dipped between her thighs, his palm flattening to her sex overtop the silk panties, while his other grabbed her waist. She had no control when he yanked her forward all at once. His thumb stroked her clit through the soft fabric before his mouth replaced the digit. She lifted her leg to rest on his thigh and sighed at the access that gave him to her center.
Her fingers clutched at the top of his head, the buzz of his haircut tickling against her palms when his tongue worked its way under her panties. With the help of his fingers moving the silk aside, of course.
Problem was, as soon as he was eating at her cunt, and his fingers filled her full at the same time, Gigi was lost to sensation. How three of his fingers stuffed up her pussy was enough to make her knees weak. The way he took his time teasing with his tongue between lapping at his fingers to taste them coming out of her and then back to her clit with a faster pace that had her dragging in fast breaths.
He didn’t talk.
Didn’t say a damn thing.
He just ate her pussy like it was his last meal, and he’d never been more grateful for it. The pleased, throaty hum that vibrated from his mouth to her sex had her rocking her hips into him to get more of that. It was only when she started to shake with an oncoming orgasm that he finally stared up, lips wet with her and blue eyes stormy with desire, and he watched her break all apart for him.
No doubt, just as he wanted.
Her loud shout of his name when her knees finally buckled from the crushing wave of her bliss bounced off the walls of the quiet apartment. The flickering light of the TV almost made Gigi feel like everything slowed down when Lev lifted from the chair, his hands traveling over her shaking form to keep her standing but also explore.
Calloused palms.
A warm touch.
He was a comfort to her senses.
And sin.
All at once.
She didn’t know how to deal with that.
That was fine—Lev didn’t plan to make her think very much about anything at all except him, apparently. He was so very good at that. She barely even noticed them moving from the living room to his bedroom because she was too focused on the way his hands worked over her body, and his kiss drowned her in need on the way.
When the backs of her knees hit the edge of a mattress, his kiss broke from hers for him to murmur, “Ass high, babe.”
She did exactly that but not before watching the sight of him drag the T-shirt over his head with one arm pulling at the material from his back. His chest really was a work of art. Defined bands of muscles that flexed with every movement, and the dark dusting of hair that trailed from his chest all the way down past the waistline of the boxer-briefs peeking out the top of his jeans.
Soon, that chest was leaning over her back and pressing her into the bed. His mouth found the back of her neck while one of his hands fisted the hair at her nape, gathering it all in a tight bunch.
“Higher,” he said into her ear.
Her ass pulled as high as he wanted her to be when he slipped an arm under her stomach and dragged her upward. The roughness as he yanked the silk from her body and down her legs was enough to have her whining. She was lost in him again. Lost in the way his hands left her hair to stroke her cheek with a soft touch before two of