And that realization stirred something deep in Levi's chest, chasing away the faint insecurity he had been suppressing and replacing it with a darker, more possessive satisfaction that coiled quietly beneath his restraint.
In the end, Levi gave in.
The restraint he had been clinging to snapped under the weight of her scent, her heat, and the way she looked at him like she needed him more than air itself.
Without waiting for Addison to beg again, he leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, consuming kiss. His left hand braced beside her body to support his weight while his right hand slid to her clothes, fingers impatient as he hooked into the fabric and tugged her upper garment upward.
The kiss only broke for a brief second, just long enough for him to pull the cloth over her head and toss it aside, his gaze darkening at the sight of her flushed skin and trembling body laid bare beneath him.
Then he went right back to her.
Harder. Deeper.
