Test Drive - Samantha Chase Page 0,29

he was more than willing to get to know her a little better.

Okay, a lot better.

Her hands raked up into his hair as she leaned forward and pressed her breasts against him. It was good to know that he wasn’t the only one with fooling around on the brain.

They were both a little crazed and needy. Last night had been about slowly exploring–at least for the first minute–but this was…well, there was nothing slow about it. Hands roamed and groped, and their kisses turned a little wet and messy, but it was still freaking awesome.

Levi broke the kiss because he wanted to explore more of her. He gently bit her earlobe before letting his mouth travel down the slender column of her throat. She smelled like sunshine and felt so damn soft and warm that he couldn’t decide where he wanted his hands or mouth to settle. She was a feast that was wrapped around him and he wanted all of her.

“Levi?” she said breathlessly.

“Yeah?” he said between light kisses along her collarbone.

“I…I don’t think we’ll have to be this…demonstrative in front of Gammy, but…oh, that’s good.” Her head fell back slightly. “I think…we’re doing…just fine and…ooh, bite that spot again…totally believable.”

And it was like a bucket of cold water being thrown on them.

This wasn’t real.

At least…not to her. To Willow, they were just practicing–playing a part so they could fool her family and give them one less thing to criticize her for.

And to not worry her grandmother.

Well…shit.

His hands gently rested on her waist and he gave a little push to put some distance between them.

“Levi?”

He saw the confusion on her face and didn’t want to come off as sounding all butt-hurt because he lost sight of what they were doing.

Or rather, what they were supposed to be doing.

She reluctantly climbed off his lap even as she continued to stare at him. “Are you okay?”

“What? Oh, yeah. I’m fine. You were right, I don’t think we’ll have any problem convincing your grandmother about our relationship. We’ll be fine.” Standing, he turned his back to her and quickly adjusted the growing erection in his jeans until he hoped it wasn’t too noticeable. “So what should we do for the rest of the day? Since Katie isn’t here, I’m not sure whether we should eat the food she prepared or maybe go out someplace?”

She blinked up at him several times as if not quite understanding what he was saying.

“Or we can get back in the car and keep driving,” he suggested. “I still don’t think we should knock on your grandmother’s door at ten tonight, but we can get even closer if you’re interested.”

“You don’t want to stay here tonight?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You…you want to keep driving?”

“I just thought…”

Scrambling off the couch, Willow walked into the kitchen and started pacing, and Levi had no choice but to follow her.

“I’m just giving us some options.”

“Really? Because it sounds a lot like you don’t want to be alone with me.”

“Seriously? And you think my solution to that would be to get us back in the confines of the car with only inches between us?”

Again, she just blinked at him for several long moments. “So I don’t express myself well! Gah! What do you expect? You kiss me until I’m stupid, and then you expect me to be able to form a coherent thought or even full sentences?” She let out a cute little growl as she continued to pace. “Maybe other girls you’ve gone out with are more mature or more…more…I don’t know…maybe they don’t get all stupid and floopy over a kiss, but I do! At least, I do now! I never did before, there? Are you happy? God, why are you badgering me?” Then she took off down the hall to the guest room.

And again, he followed.

He found her in the room talking to herself and he leaned against the doorjamb until there was a break in her one-woman conversation.

It took almost five minutes.

“I think there’s been some sort of misunderstanding here–or, at the very least, some confusion.”

Clumsily, she climbed up on the bed and stared at him.

Cautiously, Levi stepped into the room. “I was under the impression that you just wanted us to practice…you know…kissing so that if we had to do it in front of your family that we’d be comfortable with each other and believable,” he began carefully. “But that wasn’t why I was kissing you, Willow, and once you reminded me of why we were doing what we