Yes, Sweetheart

Chapter 20

Levi was, for lack of any better comparison, the yin to his brother's yang.

Where Josh was more 'hurry-up-and-fuck-me', Levi was more 'gentle-soft-kisses-first'.

And I highly enjoyed it.

Don't get me wrong, I missed being intimate. After all, this was my first opportunity to be with Levi (or intimate at all) since my failed attempt with Josh weeks ago.

Levi kissed at my neck, biting gently.

Fuck.

Threading a hand into his curls, I pulled.

A groan ripped from his mouth.

His hands had shifted to hold my hips, even as I reached for the buttons on his shirt, pausing to allow him to give permission.

"Yeah, go ahead," he rasped, pulling him back. The flannel he had been wearing was relatively easy to unbutton, even considering that my fingers were shaking.

Sure, I'd had sex before, but not with Levi. I wasn't nervous, exactly. More so, I was excited to finally get to have this with him.

He slid the unbuttoned crimson shirt down his arms, pulling the sleeves off with deft movements.

Unlike Josh, Levi's body wasn't as defined, but just as toned and still exceptionally strong. He was leaner, lankier, but that wasn't an issue for me.

His face was slightly red as he watched me observe him. I grabbed his face with my hands and gently touched his forehead to mine.

To me? He was the most gorgeous person out there.

His hands slid from my hips to my waist, hooking his thumbs under the hem of my sweater. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I nodded.

Swiftly, he pulled it over my head, chuckling with me as it messed up my hair. He combed some stands back into place, before looking down.

He slowly hissed in a breath.

Was it just me or were his eyes turning black? Nope, those are just his pupils. Damn.

He looked back up at my face, his eyes soft, in awe. Based on the way he was looking at me now, I could see the truth in Paul's planet analogy.

Levi cupped the back of my neck with a hand, the other grabbing for my waist, and gently kissed me. He seemed so amazed it was as if he hadn't seen this side of me before.

And truly, he hadn't. I guess the awe was warranted.

Breaking the kiss, hand still cupping my neck, he heaved air back into his lungs.

"How far do you want this to go?"

Fuck you Levi, always so considerate.

Well, I had been planning on doing just that.

"The whole way, if that's what you want, too."

He raised his eyebrows.

"Are you sure? I mean, I do want that, but you know we don't have to, right? There's no need to rush if you aren't comfortable."

I chuckled.

"Since when have I ever not been comfortable around you? It's all you strive to do."

He smiled a little.

"So you're sure?"

I rolled my eyes, playful.

"Of course I'm sure. Use that degree of yours, Levi. I want this."

He chuckled, acquiescing.

"Alright."