Page 98 of Sunset Catchers

I run my hands on Levi’s stomach until they grab the hem of his t-shirt. I’ve never undressed a man before; at least not in the way I’m about to do right now. It was always just a means to an end.

Now, I want to bear witness to the whole of Levi.

Fingers full of fabric, I pull his t-shirt over his head; he’s bare-chested for me. I run my fingers over his warm skin as I circle him. Wanting to admire him from every vantage point. The strong lines of his body cast shadows on his flesh in the darkened room, making his muscles appear outrageously good. There’s a puckered scar marring the skin over his left flank.

“My brother fell while holding a fishing rod, and his hook got stuck there,” he explains, when he feels the tips of my fingers smoothing over this memory.

Next, I get on my knees before Levi.

His exhale is wobbly, as he takes the sight of me kneeling for him. My eyes are on his while I unlatch the button of his jeans, slide his zipper down and pull his jeans passed his thighs. My hands are shaking as I slide down his tight, grey boxers off.

Levi whimpers when I touch his hard length for the first time. Fucking, whimpers. A sound, it seems, he’s never done before if I go by the incredulous climb of his brows.

“You really are pretty everywhere,” I marvel, then mutter smothering about a satisfying girth and more than decent length. My gaze flies to his face again. I’m astonished. “Jeez, Levi. You could’ve just gotten naked from the start. It would’ve saved you a lot of trouble.”

He shakes his head. “I like your brand of trouble.”

I grin, slip my hands behind each of his thighs and kiss my way up his body, bitting his flesh when feeling him on my lips is not enough.

Levi half-grunts and half-chuckles.

And, like, I get it; I did not think we would be doing this.

I take a few steps away from him.

He stares, intently, as my t-shirt flutters to the floor, leaving me in a hot pink lace bra. I reach behind my back to unhook it. It lands on top of my t-shirt.

He doesn’t say anything—he just admires.

“You okay there, big stud?”

He bobs his head once.

“Did you have another one of your brain glitches?”

He bobs his head twice.

“Would you, maybe, want to touch them?”

He bobs his head a million times.

“Yeah. Definitely,” he says, breathless.

Still, he doesn’t make a move. I reach for one of his hands, guiding it to my chest. I’m heavy and warm in his hand. My peaked nipple is poking the center of his palm. He swipes his thumbs against my brown skin.

“So fucking soft.”

I whimper when his thumb flicks my nipple. Moan when he pinches it between two fingers. Gasp when his mouth takes over. I grab fistfuls of his hair as he lavishes me with his tongue and hands.

“Levi!” I say with urgency.

He helps me take off my skirt and lacy underwear.

And then, I stumble back onto the bed.

The sunset blazing through the window paints my naked body in golden hues. It seems to illuminate only Levi and me, this moment, and nothing else.

“Fucking finally.” The look on Levi’s face; I did not know I could be someone to yearn over. To lust, yes, absolutely. But to crave so openly, so greedily? Never. “No more slivers of stomach or tiny shorts that drive me crazy. I can see all of you.”