The Rogue (Hideaway Springs #3)

20. Levi

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“ W hat’s it gonna be, Indie?” Tessa asks, a mixture of nerves and anticipation flooding those amber eyes.

My hands snake around to grip her bare, perfect ass. It didn’t take us long to get undressed. For me, it was a quick shower. For her, it was my simple command to be naked by the time I was done.

The lights were practically all the way down when I came out, but I didn’t question it. Seeing her sitting naked and pretty on my bed is enough to shut up any man.

“Hmm…my choice, isn’t it?” I tease with a sinful grin.

She nods. It’s casual and a little flirtatious, but I don’t miss the hard swallow as she glances down at herself.

What are you hiding? I want to ask without the intention of letting her answer. Because I’ll follow it with. Because you’re goddamn perfect and I want to see all of you.

I shake my head. “No. It’s yours again tonight.”

Her brows twitch. “That’s not fair.”

I smirk. “I’ve got you—after being an ass to you for no good reason. I think it’s pretty fair.”

She stands and bites her lip. “I want—” She closes her eyes and takes a breath. “I want you behind me, but—”

I flip her around and just as quickly, she flips back, burying her head against my chest. I give it a beat before dipping my head to hers. “Baby, what is it?”

She hesitates and I feel like an idiot.

Right .

Moving to the wall, I lower the lights all the way and make my way back to her with only the moonlight illuminating my bedroom.

She relaxes in my arms and I lower her onto the bed, kissing all her unwarranted nerves away. “Anything you need, just say it. Do you want the covers?”

She considers it, then shakes her head.

“Good.” I dip my fingers into her heat. “You’re perfect, Tessa. I’ll take you any way you want me to.” I rub her center. “So long as this stays wet for me.”

She squirms. “Now. Please, Levi, before I lose my mind.”

I flip her on the bed, lifting her ass. It’s faint, the hole that’s healed on her lower back. Looks more like a shadow or a mole if I really focus on it. But I look away, knowing she wouldn’t want me to.

My fingers slide back into her. She whimpers, her hips rocking for more. I slip in another. “Fuck, I won’t last long once I’m inside you, baby. You’re so sexy. So beautiful.”

“Fuck me, Indie. Hard.” Her voice is muffled in the pillow, but her need is loud and clear.

I enter her slowly, then give her a good thrust. I’m hard as a rock, gripping her hips, riding her the way she desires. Her moans and groans mixed with mine drive me wild.

She’s a dream .

A goddamn dream that’s been in front of me all along and I’ve been too damn stubborn to see it.

To see past the resemblance.

She moves her ass, taking me all the way with each roll of her hips. I’m going to explode so hard. And it’s now that I realize…

“Fuck. I’m not wearing a condom.”

“No. Don’t stop. Please.” She grinds against me, taking more of my bare cock inside her.

I don’t stop. I pump faster and harder. I don’t deny her a single beat of my pulse. I don’t hesitate. I indulge her. I give and I take and I ride my fierce woman.

Wrapping an arm around her, I rub her swollen clit making her cry into the pillow.

My thighs shake, blood rushing through my veins, and I curse as I explode, emptying inside her.

Fuck.

I won’t soon recover from the power this woman has over me. There’s no damn question in my mind. She owns me.

I pull out gently, wrapping her in my arms. A lazy grin meets mine as she twists her head back. She doesn’t look the least bit sorry for what we just did.

We don't say anything as I hold her warm body.

Tessa looks too fucking good to move. Those brown eyes fluttering closed every few minutes. Her arms and head protectively pressed into my chest.

How have I never noticed how much this woman lives in fear? The dark circles under her eyes I always thought were part of her charm—her badass charm.

I make a mental note to pay my father for the months she lived at the Inn .

Suddenly grateful for it.

Grateful for her being safe from whatever’s been haunting her.

How am I supposed to carry her out of my bedroom and bring her down to the cold, open den? How does a man do that to a woman?

To his woman?

But a promise is a promise.

Even if it has a few tweaks.

Tessa’s fast asleep in my bed when I return from the basement.

She stirs slightly as I slip my white T-shirt over her. I never want her waking feeling uncomfortable or…seen. I lift her into my arms and carry her across the hall to her bedroom.

Safe. Close.

The way I always want her.

I just hope she doesn’t hate me for it.

I stretch, moaning awake from a deep sleep. Dawn cracks through the window .

Wait. Window?

I snap my head up, scanning the space around me.

I’m in my bedroom.

Not in the den. My heart falls at his broken promise, but I take a breath and will myself to be okay with it.

Swinging my legs off the bed, I stand.

Then freeze.

The door. It’s gone .

I step over cautiously, inspecting it. Half deciding that I’m dreaming.

But this is very real. The door’s been taken off its hinges. Levi’s door is also open. I tiptoe across the narrow hall to peek inside.

He’s sound asleep. One leg resting over the covers. God, he’s sexy.

Last night was sexy. Every touch, every breath, every delicious thrust had me coming apart at the seams. I can’t believe I didn’t make him stop when he realized he was bare.

And God, if I’m lucky enough to have him again, I don’t want it any other way.

The reminder of last night makes me glance down at myself. I’m wearing his T-shirt.

It smells like the trees.

I take in the space with a new appreciation for where I’m staying for the rest of the summer.

This is better than the den. And it’s close to him.

This cowboy knows me better than I know myself.

Heartstrings start tugging, and pretty soon, there will be no use ignoring them. In shutting them out.

They’ll keep coming back. Stronger. Louder.

Until I admit.

I’ve fallen for Levi Reeves.