Free My Soldier: A Miliatary Romance by Leah Holt Page B

you'll just have to try and see if I answer.” Teasing the hem of his shirt, my eyes locked on his. And I could feel him, feel the way he was looking at me.
    Levi didn't have the look other guys did. He wasn't fucking me with his eyes, or trying to force himself up into my place; he wasn't taking advantage of the situation.
    I knew if he had agreed, if he let his cock do the talking, I'd be inside with him getting my brains fucked out.
    And even though that raw desire was riding my spine like a million grains of sand, I was happy he didn't.
    Watching his eyes shift, they moved around my face. Drawing his hand up, he brushed the apple of my cheek, and I felt my skin flush. The fire hit my face, spreading its fingers over my body.
    The tingles were numbing, flooding my spinal cord. And I couldn't stop it, I didn't want to stop it.
    Leaning in slowly, Levi pressed his lips against my forehead. “Goodnight, Avni.” Turning, he stepped off the landing.
    On impulse I grabbed his shoulder. “Wait,” I said, fingers curling into his hair. Driving my lips onto his, I kissed him. And my entire body went up in flames.
    His tongue danced across the ridges of my mouth, coiling around mine. Sliding my hands up, I tugged on his roots, twining around his dirty blonde hair.
    Levi wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me with steel muscles. Pushing himself back, his fingers dug into my hips.
    He stood motionless, gazing into my eyes. Bringing two fingers to his face, he ran them over his lips. “See you later, Princess.” Slowly turning away, a fleshy grin filled his face, tongue riding across his teeth.
    And I watched him go, unable to pull myself off the railing. He wasn't the man I pegged him for, he wasn't a sex-driven man whore.
    Levi... He was something different.
    And for the first time, I wanted more.
    ***
    F lopping down onto my couch, I kicked off my shoes. T jumped up into my lap, attempting to lick my face over and over.
    Pushing his tiny head away, I asked, “What do you think of Levi?” Scratching his scalp, he peered up at me, ears perking as I spoke.
    Letting my head fall into the cushion, I closed my lids. Levi was hanging in my eyes, hovering in the mix of blackness against the thin layer of skin.
    Why does he have to be a soldier? I can't date a soldier, I just can't.
    I had made a promise to myself, a promise I needed to stay true to. I didn't want to ever go through that again, the pain was too much.
    It had all been too much.
    And no matter how hard I tried to push him from my mind, I couldn't. He was strangling my every thought.
    The way his muscles felt when he pulled me in close sent electricity crackling through my veins. Just thinking about him was turning my pussy into a watery mess.
    Slipping my legs free of my jeans, I lifted them onto the couch. Rolling to my side, I could feel my still heated body yearning to be touched.
    Squeezing my eyes tighter, I tried to force myself to sleep. But Levi just sat on my brain like hot tar.
    His shirtless chiseled body kept popping into the blackness. The formed ripples of muscle across his chest, the intense pop of colors across his flesh. I wanted to touch him, stroke the hardness of pleasure his body would consume me with.
    Slowly walking my fingers over my thigh, I gently brushed the tender flesh. I pictured his hands, his thick fingers; the massive erection he wore when he got up.
    Flicking my panties to the side, I started to stroke my pussy. The single finger danced over my lips, teasing the entrance.
    I wanted that finger to be his, I wanted to feel the warmth of his breath float across my belly as he danced around my sensitive button. I wonder if his touch is as firm as his arms? Would he be gentle, or would he just take what he wanted?
    And what I wanted to give.
    Rubbing my clit faster, I could feel the juice thicken, aching for his cock. I tried to imagine what it looked like, and how thick it would be.
    From the look of his pants, there was more of him