Page 97 of Sunset Catchers

One of my hands slid up over his stomach and up his torso, feeling his muscles shift under my fingers. I pause.

4th floor.

My hand slides up higher, reaching his nape, where I pull him down toward me.

5th floor.

Lips brushing lips.

6th floor.

His hands are on my waist.

7th floor.

He pulls me into him.

The elevator dings as we reach the 8th floor.

Sunset Hour

The door to our room slams against the wall as we stumble inside, tripping over my other pair of shoes. Levi’s hand slips behind my head as my back slams into the wall, while the other molds to the dip of my waist.

“Stupid shoes,” he mutters against my mouth. He swallows my laugher, our tongues entangling for a feverish kiss.

My hands slip inside the back pockets of his jeans to bring his pelvis right against mine as I arch into him. A small gasp escapes me when I feel how hard he is. How needy he is for this.

How much he wants me.

His hand slips from my waist to my ass. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, so fast. My lips break away from his to leave feather-light kisses on his jaw, on his cheek.

“I want you, Levi.”

The words are whispered against the shell of his ear.

“Fuck, Win.”

Fingers dig into my fleshy thigh as Levi hikes it up against his hip. He presses himself against my center—my mouth opens up on a gasp, allowing Levi’s tongue to slide inside again. I meet it with fervor. His grip is bruising as he brings our bodies flush together. I have one of my hands in his hair, the other gripping his t-shirt.

We are clinging to each other.

Wanting the other while we’re having each other.

Levi backs me up further into the room.

“Just so we’re clear, I want you too.”

“Clear as the clearest quartz,” I say.

He breathes out a laugh against my mouth, where my own curls up.

We slip each other’s jackets off until they hit the floor at our feet, hastily kick off our shoes and socks.

Here’s where the moment turns reverent.

It is precious what is happening, and we can feel it in our short exhales. In the way we’re both sort or trembling with anticipation. By how loudly our hearts are beating against each other. Small earthquakes through our ribcages.

They want to be let out.