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smooth cheeks. “I wanted to get even with Brandon.”
    Slowly, so he wouldn’t send her packing, Levi reached out and smoothed her hair behind her ear, then cupped her jaw. He could feel that flush of embarrassment, so warm and honest and sweet. “Sure you did.” And already knowing the answer, he asked, “So tell me, honey, what did old Brandon say when you told him?”
    Her brows came down, her eyes closed and her mouth pinched in denial of the obvious truth.
    Using both hands now to hold her face, Levi repeated, “Beth?”
    â€œI didn’t.”
    He tilted his head in deep satisfaction. “What’s that?”
    Braced by irritation, Beth slapped his hands away. “I didn’t tell him, all right? I couldn’t. After that weekend…after we…” She shook her head hard. “I didn’t tell him.”
    Of course, she hadn’t. “I haven’t said anything to him, either.”
    On a low growl, she stormed away, but only to put a little space between them.
    Staring at her stiff back, Levi said, “It doesn’t feel right to use something that was so wonderful as revenge, does it?”
    She whirled on him in a blaze of anger. “Wonderful? Is that what you think?” Three big strides brought her within touching distance of him again. She leaned in to him, her eyes bright with fury, and used one finger to poke at his chest. “It was carnal and extravagant and totally inappropriate.”
    â€œIt was incredible. And hot. And honest ,” Levi countered.
    â€œHonest?”
    â€œThat’s right.” He was hard again, damn it. “You were everything I’d ever imagined and more. No one else will ever measure up for me now, not with the memory of how it is with you.”
    Beth’s expression went from rage to awareness in a heartbeat. “Levi, don’t.”
    â€œI lost count of how many times you came.”
    She groaned, and covered her face.
    â€œI loved every one of them though.” He eased himself into her space, then eased her into his arms—where she belonged. “The small sounds you made, and how they became throaty, rough sounds right before you climaxed.”
    â€œStop.”
    That single word sounded weak and uncertain, so Levi disregarded it. “I have scratches on my shoulders, a bite bruise on my thigh.”
    â€œOh God.” Her forehead dropped to his chest and her groan became a moan.
    Levi stroked her back, tangled his hand in her hair and kissed her ear. “When I close my eyes at night, I can still taste you, Beth.”
    Her hands curled into small fists. Her breathing deepened.
    â€œI can still feel you around me, squeezing me tight, and I can still smell you with each breath I take. It makes me hard every time.” Using the edge of his hand, Levi tipped up her face. “I’m hard now.”
    Her lips parted and he kissed her, soft and easy, long and deep. Without conscious thought, his hand sought her breast, cuddling her through the layers of her clothes and still able to feel her tautened nipple. Using his thumb, he circled her, rubbed over the tip, and gently applied pressure.
    â€œLevi…”
    â€œYeah,” he murmured in approval, “that’s what I like to hear, you saying my name, your voice rough with lust.” He kissed her temple, her cheekbone—and all the while, he toyed with her breast.
    Beth leaned into him, nearly panting, heat pouring off her.
    Once again, her physical need helped her to forget her grievances, her embarrassment.
    It ate Levi up to know she’d also been with Brandon, and only one fact made it easier to take.
    Brandon had never really satisfied her.
    The night Beth came to him had started out awkward enough. She’d angrily stammered out what she wanted. He’d been floored, excited, and relieved.
    Hearing of Brandon’s infidelity had thrilled him, and that made him feel like the