Levi's hand is on my lower back as he guides me through the bar, and I can feel every point of contact like it's been branded into my skin. Maybe it's the tequila or the way his eyes keep locking onto mine with a spark that practically lights up the whole room, but I feel like I'm buzzing from the inside out.

"So, River," he says, his gaze intense as he watches me over the rim of his glass. "Tell me about yourself."

I shrug, taking a sip of my drink. "Not much to tell. I'm just here to relax, forget a few things. Keep it uncomplicated."

He raises an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. "Sounds like there's a story there."

"Maybe," I say, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks as I hold his gaze. "But I'm not really in the mood to tell stories."

"Good," he says, leaning in, his voice dropping to a murmur that sends a shiver down my spine. "Neither am I."

He doesn't look away, and I don't either. There's a weight between us, a tension that feels like it's been building since the second we laid eyes on each other. And then he leans across the table, his fingers grazing mine, sending a jolt of electricity up my arm.

I don't know if it's the drinks or the fact that I'm finally, truly, letting myself live in the moment, but I don't hesitate. I lace my fingers through his, pulling him up from his seat.

"Come on," I say, not sure where the boldness is coming from, but I know I don't want to waste any more time.

We barely make it out the door before his hand is on my hip, pulling me into him, his mouth crashing onto mine. The kiss is hot, frantic, and his hands are everywhere, like he's been waiting for a moment to get me alone.

Somehow, we manage to stumble our way back to my place, my hands tangled in his hair as he presses me up against the wall the second we get inside. His lips leave mine, trailing down my neck, and I gasp as his teeth graze my skin, sending a thrill through me that's as intoxicating as the tequila we shared.

I don't know how we make it up the stairs, but before I know it, he's got me pinned fairly him and the bedroom door, his body pressed against mine, and I feel like I might lose my mind.

His hands slip under the hem of my shirt, fingers grazing the bare skin of my stomach, and I arch up into him, desperate for more. He looks down at me, his eyes dark and full of a hunger that makes my pulse race.

"You sure about this?" he asks, his voice low, and the concern in his eyes is almost enough to make me pause.

But I don't want to pause. I don't want to think. I just want him.

"Absolutely," I whisper, pulling him back down to me, our lips meeting in a kiss that's somehow even more intense than before.

Clothes are gone in a blur, tossed to the floor without a second thought, and I'm lost in him, in the way his hands trace every inch of my skin, the way his mouth moves over me like he's memorizing every detail. I don't remember the last time I felt like this, so consumed by someone, and it's like he's reading my mind, knowing exactly what I need before I even realize it myself.

We haven't even made it into my bedroom yet.

My hand slaps against the door, eager to find the handle and finally let us into the room and once I do, we stumble back, Levi's lips lifting from mine as he takes in the bedroom - rose petals and all.

I cringe, ignoring them and hoping he does too.

No such luck, he looks at me with a raised brow, "I didn't know we'd progressed so far in our situation."

I force my eyes shut for a second before looking back at him and just blurting it out.

"I'm on my honeymoon, the dick I was meant to marry got my sister pregnant and I called off the wedding, now I'm here alone and that's my whole life story. What about you?"

His eyes flash with an emotion I can't name and he steps closer - which seems impossibly since his hard pecs are rubbing again the stiff peaks of my nipples.

"I'm the only single one in my whole friend group, fending off questions about when I'm gonna get hitched, and coming to terms with the fact I can't play like I used to."

Play? I shake my head. No questions. No complications.

"Now that that's settled, will you fuck me now?"

His arms wrap around me once more, lifting me and throwing me onto the bed, scattering the rose petals everywhere. He climbs onto the bed, the mattress dipping from his weight.

"For the record, your ex was a total waste and a fucking idiot." He kisses me before I can reply and I grin into his kiss before he's moving, his lips trailing down my neck and leaving a trail of hot scorching kisses in his wake.

His hands settle on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh and slipping under my shirt before he's pulling it up and over my head, and I'm reaching behind my back to undo the clasp of my bikini top, letting my heavy breast free. His hand covers one instantly, his lips finding the nipple on the other and sucking it greedily, like a man starved.

"These-" He says roguishly, "- are fucking perfect."

I bask in his attention like a desperate harlot
and I don't give one flying fuck.

"You have way too many clothes on right now." I gasp, sensation flooding me as he lavishes my nipples with attention.

He chuckles, sitting up on the bed and reaching behind his back to remove the shirt he has no business wearing when I want him naked and his dick in my hand or on my lips. I'm not picky about which one he chooses. Just as long as he does it within the next three seconds.

"Now the shorts."

He raises a challenging brow but stands from the bed and removes the shorts, curling thick fingers around the thicker length between his legs.

"Now who's a little overdressed for the party?" He muses and tugs on the thin shorts I'd put on this morning for the beach, the shorts slipping down my legs with no resistance.

He hooks two fingers under the sides of my bikini bottoms, looking into my eyes as he drags them down my legs and throws them over his shoulder to join the rest of the clothes.

I lift up, hooking my hands around his neck and pulling him down on top of me, his hands sweeping past my head to rest against the mattress so he doesn't squish me and then he's settling between my legs and I'm spreading them to accomodate him.

"No more talking." I gasp, hands shifting down to his hips to pull him forward.

He presses into me, and I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he moves, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through me that makes it impossible to think of anything else. We're a mess of tangled limbs and desperate breaths, and I can feel myself unraveling, my body arching into his as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

When I finally let go, it's like the world explodes around me, every nerve in my body lighting up as I fall apart in his arms. He follows soon after, his body tensing above me as he lets out a low groan, his grip on me tightening as he rides out his own release.

We lie there for a moment, tangled together, our breaths heavy and uneven. And as the high begins to fade, I shift under him, desperate for more.

"Was that the kind of distraction you had in mind?" he asks, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

I laugh, my hand resting on his chest as I look up at him. "I'd say it was exactly what I needed."

"Do you want to stop?" Levi asks, breathless but I can feel him hardening between my legs as I shift again and I look back at him, a smile stretching my lips.

"Don't you dare stop."