Marriage First, Mate Second
His burnt honey hair is combed to the side, and the black shirt he wears is short sleeved, showing his tanned muscular arms.
His tattoos are on display, and they are sexy as hell. I want to trace them with my fingers. I shake my head to clear it. He doesn’t look like he’s in the mood for such things. I find myself wondering how I can persuade him to be in the mood for such things. I can’t help it. He’s perfect. I kiss his cheek, feeling the spark between us.
“We need to go, there’s a situation,” Levi growls, which he only does when it’s serious, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but Elliot’s been taken.”