Party Foul - Abby Knox Page 0,6

much danger. How could he be doing this? How could he just kiss someone else’s girl?

Whoever the guy was, was going to find them together and come for Levi fists first. He could be twice his size, and yet this moment would be worth it.

He planted his other hand against the brick wall over her left shoulder to cage her in completely, his body a wall shielding her from the rough edges of his world.

She slipped her tongue into his mouth and Levi sucked it in, letting her know what happened when she played with fire.

He reached inside her coat, finding the hem of her sweater. She gasped when his rough hand found bare skin, his palm flattened against her warm stomach. She curved her back away from the wall and curled against his body.

“Back against the wall,” he growled.

She obeyed. “Good girl,” he whispered into her mouth, his hand traveling up higher, finding the spot where it belonged. Gooseflesh bloomed on the soft skin above the lace of her bra as soon as Levi swiped his thumb across it, and he felt the nipple harden against his palm.

She was a fucking angel. What was he doing? Ruining her for anyone else but his kiss, his touch. That’s what he was doing.

Levi pushed his tongue to the back of her throat like a complete caveman, and fuck him if she didn’t open her throat, fist her little hands in his tee shirt, and take it. She took all of his tongue and sucked it back even further, her soft little moans giving hints of all the things she would enjoy doing to him with that mouth.

When he fell so deep into the moment that he squeezed her breast a little too hard, she pulled back from the kiss. “Shit,” she whispered.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No,” she said, her breath ragged. The sight of his saliva shining on her lips made his aching dick jerk.

The fact that he was tenting so fucking tall right now made what came next all the more difficult to resist.

An evil smile spread across her face as her hands let go of his shirt. She adjusted herself, getting her hands where she evidently wanted them, at Levi’s belt buckle.

“What’re you doin’, sweetheart?”

She dragged her tongue across her top lip and he felt her hands grappling, heard the sound of metal clanking and the slip of the leather. “I didn’t get to finish my drink. I’m thirsty.”

The young woman whose name he didn’t know was really palming his dick through his boxer briefs. Speechless, Levi trained his eyes onto her while she stroked him.

Jaw clenched, his already tight-beyond-reason musculature threatened to bust through his tee shirt.

When she made a move as if she really might kneel down, Levi’s conscience ripped a hole in his self-awareness. He let go of her tit and grabbed both of her shoulders to still her against the wall. “Listen, no, I can’t let you do that here.”

She pouted. “I would like to say thank you.” She said it as if Levi had simply interrupted her in the middle of handwriting a stack of embossed thank you notes.

“What’s your name?”

Hesitating, she finally let go of his dick and sighed, “Fiona.”

He let her see him smile, just a little bit. “You said fighting turns you on? Then let me help you out with that.”

Fiona’s eyes went wide. With a squeaky little “Yeah, okay” from her, he swept her into the blackness, away from the security light. Safely in shadows, Levi worked his hand down the inside of her stretchy leggings and her panties, getting straight to the point. His opposite arm went back to the brick wall, where he flattened out his forearm to obscure the view in case anyone peeked out the back door of the bar. Even in the dark, he didn’t want to take the chance of embarrassing her.

The softness and warmth of the folds between her legs overwhelmed him as her juice coated his fingers. Dirty boy that he was, he wanted to taste it. Wanted her to see him taste it. But they had so little time. He quickly found her tight button.

Her already-flushed lips turned a deeper shade of pink, and her hips bucked against his pressure. “I…oh wow, that’s…nice…”

Now that his eyes had adjusted to the dark, he saw her eyelids flutter closed. He let her bask like that for a few soft strokes.

With a sensuous, wet kiss against her parted lips, he ordered her to open