Biting his lip, he sinks a finger into me. It takes all my willpower not to throw my head back and shout his name. I want to look at him. I want to see his face, every expression as he garners pleasure from mine.

“The way you rode my dick in the water?” he continues. “I want you to do that here. I want to fuck you on my bike. That way, whenever I look at it, I’ll think of you.” Plunging a second finger into my hole, he presses against my cervix as he pumps them slow and steady.

Oh God. I can already feel my orgasm building, and he isn’t even inside me yet.

I hear the sound of metal teeth tearing apart as Levi releases the zipper on his jeans. Looking down, I watch as he uses his free hand to tug the tight fabric down low. His cock springs free, the fat head aimed directly at my pussy as if it has a homing beacon attached to it. Flexing his hips, my core clenches as it brushes up against my clit.

“The best thing about this,” Levi says as he pulls his fingers out of me and smears my wetness over the head of his cock, “is that I don’t have to worry about condoms anymore.”

Aligning himself, Levi and I watch together as he rocks forward. My breathing quickens as I watch the head part my swollen folds and feel the thick mushroom tip begin to stretch my inner walls.

“God, that looks so good, princess,” Levi grunts as he gently works his way inside of me. Shifting both of my legs over one arm, he presses my knees back as far as they will go without crushing my belly, and pushes in a little deeper. “I love how your tight little pussy swallows me. Am I hurting you?”

I gasp a no as he works his way in another inch. No amount of pain would ever make me tell him to stop. I love the way he feels inside of me, taking up every inch of space, filling me to capacity.

“Good, because I don’t think I can stop.” I watch Levi and the way his expressions switch between pained and euphoric as he continues thrusting into me. He’s loving this just as much as I am. My pussy clenches around his thick length as I grow more and more excited. Knowing he’s watching as he enters me is so erotic, it has me climbing toward an orgasm faster than if he’d spent time working me with his mouth.

With that thought, my orgasm bears down on me, spreading through my whole body. I want to feel Levi’s mouth between my legs, his tongue and lips on my clit. He has a magic mouth, and I want it all over me.

As my orgasm begins to recede, I look up to see Levi’s gaze fastened on our joined bodies. His brows are drawn down low over his eyes, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he increases his pace, his cock sliding in and out, making sloppy noises as he hits deep. The bike rocks the faster he goes, and I reach up to grab onto the handlebars, afraid I’ll fall. But I won’t. Levi would never let that happen.

I feel the width of him increase, tightening our connection as he reaches the point of no return. Holding my legs in the crook of one arm, he reaches out to grab onto my hip, using it as leverage. His fingers dig into my flesh, the bite of pain welcome as I watch this beautiful man find his release.

When he’s done, his muscles fall slack and his eyes stay closed for the longest time. Long enough that I become aware of my surroundings again and that we are in plain sight of anyone who might happen upon us.

“Levi.”

The sound of my voice snaps him out of his post-coital haze and without a word spoken between us, Levi helps me back into my clothes and rights his own. Turning me around, he places me in front of him, my back to his chest, and wraps his arms tight around me. Resting his chin on top of my head, we stare out at the golden hills now bathed in the florescent colors of the sunset.

“Tell me you’ll come with me to my game.”

Levi’s gruff command slides across my still heated skin like a gentle caress. Teasing my fingers over his strong forearms, I can’t find any reason to deny him. In the short time that we’ve spent together, I’ve come to see a side of Levi that I never knew existed. A side that is full of hurt and disappointment. A side that just needs someone to show him that he is worthy of love. Plus, life is too short not to spend it smiling.

Reaching up behind me, I slide my fingers into his hair as I tilt my head sideways and back so I can meet his eyes. “Okay.”

A soft smile twitches at the corners of his mouth, and Levi leans in to steal a sweet kiss.

23

After guiding me to a seat among the players’ friends and family and close to the action, Levi made me promise to stay put until he retrieves me. Then he left to get ready for the game.

I’m so out of my element. The stadium is packed, fans for both teams everywhere creating a sea of red, blue, black, and white on my side, and black and gold dominating the opposite. The noise level is deafening, but the excitement that charges the air fills my chest and helps me understand why people love this stuff. Especially when the players take the field to begin their warmups.

I’ve never been a big soccer person. Hell, I don’t follow sports at all, but I follow Levi. Like he possesses some magnetic draw, I can’t take my eyes off him. Behind me, I hear women squealing over the men as they perform some simple drills, and I smile to myself. I bet he’s loving this.

When I’d said I would come here and watch Levi play, his whole mood shifted. He’s normally upbeat, but he was over the moon ecstatic to be able to bring me back with him. I never realized how much something so seemingly simple could mean to him.

I barely had enough time to call Janey and inform her of my plans before he was putting me on the back of his bike and driving us out of one city and into another.

His hotel room is larger than my entire apartment. A hell of a lot nicer, too. It makes me feel kind of ashamed to have had him there, but the thing about Levi is that he doesn’t judge. At least, not on the outside.

I don’t know why I thought he was anything like David Black. Levi is a much better man and human being than his father could ever claim to be. He is loving, considerate, honest, generous, goofy, and smart. He might just be some sexy, young soccer player to the world, but to me, he is everything. He’s given me my smile back.

Once the players finish their warmups, they take off back inside to, I assume, get ready for show time. It doesn’t take long for them to return, and when they do, their arrival is impossible to miss.

Music pounds throughout the stadium and the announcer shouts over the sound system, introducing each of the players over the excited roar of the crowd, beginning with Levi’s team, the Chicago Fire. The fans surrounding me are on their feet shouting, clapping, and stomping so hard the ground quakes beneath me. The commotion effectively drowns out the boos that filter from across the stadium as each of the players take to the field, their faces and stats displayed on the enormous video board.

They save the best for last. As soon as I see Levi, my smile grows wide enough to make my cheeks ache. Levi is devastatingly sexy in his red and blue uniform, his tattooed arms on full display. Hell, he even manages to make knee socks sexy.

When his face hits the big screen, the noise decibel goes through the roof and Levi lifts his arms up, flashing a cocky smile to his adoring fans. Then, as if in slow motion, his tropical blue eyes locate mine and with the kind of suave, carefree way he has about him, he puckers his lips and blows me a kiss.

A pang of nervous energy hums through me, squeezing the air from my lungs and making my heart pound madly in my chest. I hear chatter around me brought on by his attention, and I know people are questioning our connection. My face grows hot, but I keep my attention plastered to the field. My eyes glued to one figure in particular. I can’t take my eyes off him, my attention fixed even as our side of the stadium erupts into raucous boos when the announcer begins introducing the home team.