Trailer Park Heart

“Ruby, what are you—”

I cut his question off with a kiss, afraid that if he made me explain myself I’d chicken out. Taking his face in my hands, I pressed my lips to his and ran my tongue over his bottom lip. A shiver ran through him, making his whole body vibrate beneath me.

He responded immediately, not hesitating even for a second. His mouth opened, and our tongues tangled together, a desperate push and pull of lips and teeth and tongue. I held his face in my hands, relishing the feel of his stubbled jaw against my palms and fingertips. My stomach pressed against his hard chest as I tried to get as close to his body as possible. My legs cradled his hips, feeling the parts of me that were so female rub against his oh-so maleness.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss or a sweet moment. We went from zero to sixty the second our bodies touched. His splayed hands gripped my hips, tugging me tighter against his body. I moaned into his mouth at the feel of his overwhelming hardness. His entire body was made from cut stone, it had to be. I had never felt muscles like these, never experienced such relentless power in one human being.

My hands moved to his shoulders, so I could prevent my body from toppling over. God, he made me dizzy with his passionate kisses and greedy pleasure. But not just dizzy… it was worse than that. It was a full-body kind of vertigo. He completely upended me.

He took everything I thought I knew about him and this town and this life I’d carved out for myself and turned it upside down.

What was I going to do with him?

His mouth moved over my jaw, kissing, sucking… teasing. He found the sensitive spot just below my ear and paid careful attention while I writhed on top of him and tried to keep from trembling.

Our mouths crashed together a second later and I gasped for breath as his kisses made me delirious with want. “Levi,” I groaned against his mouth.

One of his hands slipped beneath my sweatshirt, finding bare skin. I shivered against the feel of his hot hand against my stomach. And then again as he moved it slowly upward, over my ribs, to just beneath my breast.

My thighs moved further apart, and I settled myself more firmly on him. His other hand gripped my ass firmly, digging his fingers in until it was almost painful, but deliciously so.

“I want you,” he told me plainly, his voice a low rumble of need.

I kissed him again, my teeth grazing his bottom lip. “I want you, too,” I told him in a rasping voice I hardly recognized.

He made a sound of approval in the back of his throat and shoved my bra aside, so he could palm my naked breast, his thumb flicking over my pert nipple. I gasped at the sensation and jolted upright.

His chuckle was wicked and taunting. He did it again, and when he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, I thought I would die right then and there from too much sensation.

I made a sound that didn’t even make sense, begging him for more or to stop or I had no idea what. God, it had never been like this before. Never. Never so intense and electrified and consuming. Never had I been so desperate for a man, so utterly greedy to feel and taste and experience every single inch of him. And we were still completely clothed.

Abruptly, I questioned if this was a good idea. Could I even survive Levi Cole? Or would he be the end of me?

Oh, he would most certainly be my end.

But was it worth it?

With the brief separation of our bodies, his hand left my breast and I mourned the loss until his finger brushed between my legs, finding the most sensitive area of my body in an expert move that had me dropping my forehead on his. He pressed his fingers against my core, moving them in the best way.

“Levi,” I gasped, desperate for more.

“Ruby,” he teased, reminding me of high school for some reason. The push and pull. The give and take. The constant rivalry between us.

He pulled his hand back and gripped my thighs again, tugging me tightly against him. His arousal was unmistakable, and I moved against him accordingly. His mouth found mine again and I moaned into him, wild and wanton and all the things I had never been before. Oh, my god, Levi Cole was perfect in every way.

Suddenly, I was in the air, away from his body. The next second my back was on the couch and he was stretched out on top of me. His thigh pressed between my legs, giving me a jolting sensation of pleasure. But it wasn’t enough.

Thankfully, leggings were the perfect pants. I wrapped my thighs around his waist and yanked him against me. We both gasped at the sensation, his low rumbling laugh chasing after me.

“Knew you wanted me,” he murmured between kisses along my jaw.

“You’re so full of yourself,” I murmured weakly as he lifted my sweatshirt up and over my body, tugging it free in one swift move.

I lay there topless, trying to decide if I was mortified or turned on.

Okay, I was still turned on. That feeling wasn’t going to go away anytime soon. But I was also embarrassed. The stretch marks on my stomach weren’t my favorite part of my body and all the lights were on. I’d always made Ajax keep the lights off. Besides, we’d usually been drunk.

Levi and I were totally sober. Which meant I couldn’t excuse away this behavior or pretend he didn’t know what I looked like without clothes on.

His sharp intake of breath forced my eyes open. His eyes were glued to my chest, drinking in the sight of my breasts, one still supported in my bra, the other not so much since he’d liberated it.

I tried to cover my chest with my arm, but he grabbed it by the wrist and stretched it above me, holding me in place.

“Used to imagine this moment, Ruby,” he murmured. He dipped his head, his breath falling over my nipple, making me squirm. “God, so many hours were dedicated to imagining what it would be like to have you underneath me, like this.” His mouth closed around the one exposed nipple and he sucked tightly. I made that whimpering sound again. “You’re so much better than anything I could have dreamed. So much more perfect.” His head lifted and he hit me with that intense, promising gaze. “And I didn’t think that was possible.” He sucked my nipple into his mouth again and then did wicked things with his tongue until I thought I was going to explode from just the press of his body and his mouth on my breast.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, a curling heat building through me.

He leveraged his body on his elbow and snaked his hand over my stomach and into the waistband of my leggings. My back arched as his fingers did magical things in neglected places. When his finger plunged inside of me at the same time his mouth closed around my nipple again, I exploded into tiny, fragmented pieces.

Lights burst behind my closed eyelids and my entire body fell to pieces, tightening and then tightening some more until I was nothing but coiled muscle and powerful sensation. I stretched my body, prolonging the pleasure, gasping for breath and enjoying the now lazy movements of Levi’s hand.

“Oh, my god,” I gasped as my body started to piece itself back together.

“That was easy,” Levi rasped around a smile. He kissed my jawline and nipped at my ear. “And so fucking hot.”

I caught his dirty mouth with mine and shut him up with more delicious kisses. “I don’t want to stop,” I whispered, feeling more like a woman than I had in seven years… maybe my whole life.

I’d just been a kid when I got pregnant with Max and since then I’d been a mom. I’d never felt sexy. Or wanted. Or… needed. Not in this way.

Levi had this incredible ability to make me feel like I wasn’t just a frumpy single mom barely surviving her life. He made me feel beautiful… seen… desired. And those were gifts he would never even understand he was giving me.