The first thing I noticed as I woke up was cold air on my legs. I never slept without at least a pair of shorts. I lifted the sheet that was covering part of my midsection to make sure I wasn’t naked. Memories started trickling to the forefront of my mind from the night before and I jolted upright in a panic. I struggled to draw breath as I tried to recall what the hell had happened after Levi brought me to his bedroom. I knew he’d told me we weren’t going to have sex, but in my entire life I’d never felt this out of sorts, which was impressive, since my whole life was one jumbled mess of scattered thoughts.
A strong hand squeezed my shoulder and pulled me back down to the mattress. “It’s early, Angel. Go back to sleep.”
A pit formed in my stomach, a combination of guilt and relief. I may not have known Levi very long, but he’d given me his word that we wouldn’t do anything I wasn’t ready for. I was the one who’d made the decision to ask to sleep in his bed because I wanted to know what it was like to wake up with someone else’s body pressed against mine. For one night, I wanted to be normal. And I had, right until my brain kicked into overdrive and I instantly assumed the worst about him.
“I’m sorry for waking you.” If Levi was upset, he didn’t show it. Instead, he draped an arm over my torso and yanked me back until our bodies were pressed together from shoulder to toe. I felt his morning wood nestling into the crease of my butt. Given everything I’d convinced myself about my lack of sexual attraction, I expected to be repulsed, but I wasn’t; I was intrigued. It was tempting to rock my hips backward just to see what he’d do. I wasn’t ready to jump straight to sex, but after everything Levi had done for me, I wanted to do something in return for him.
“Angel, if you keep that up, I can’t be held responsible for what I do,” he growled before pressing his lips to my shoulder. “You have no clue how hard it is for me to be in bed with someone as sexy as you and stand by my promise to take things at your pace.”
“Thank you.” Something had changed last night, and I found myself wishing I had the freedom to call him Daddy, but we hadn’t talked in depth about our expectations for whatever the heck it was we were doing, and it felt a bit presumptuous to thrust him into that role without him telling me that’s what he wanted. I knew we’d fallen into those roles during the shoot, but that was different. That was work; this was real life.
“Angel, if you don’t stop thinking so hard you’re going to get yourself all worked up and it will be impossible for you to focus today.” How did he know what I was thinking or how single-track my mind could be? “If you have questions, ask them. That’s the only way you’ll find the answers you need.”
“I just… It’s stupid… I was wondering…” Apparently, this sliver of sexual awakening had rendered me completely dumb and I was incapable of forming a coherent sentence.
“Take your time.” Levi’s tone was soft and gentle. Just like he had from the moment we’d met, he had a way of calming me without making me feel like I was a freak when I got this way. “There’s no question you can ask that I won’t answer.”
“Okay, so it’s like this,” I started, taking a deep breath before continuing, trying to find the confidence I’d felt yesterday during the photo shoot when Levi helped me slip into what he called little space. “Yesterday was amazing. I don’t know why, but it was. When we were playing at the loft and it was just the two of us, it felt right for me to call you Daddy.”
Levi dragged a finger down my sternum, stopping right above my navel. He peppered kisses across both my shoulders and up my neck as his hand continued mapping my chest. “Is there a question in there somewhere?”
“Only about a million.” I let out a self-deprecating chuckle. “And as much as I want to ask, I’m still worried that you’re going to get sick of trying to help me work through everything.”
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