I spent the day feeling cranky. I didn’t like the fact I couldn’t work at full force. I didn’t like the fact I didn’t have a place to stay. I fucking hated that I got cornered into saying yes to crashing at Levi’s again. While Amelia and Max were busy dealing with the beams, I spent at least an hour calling everywhere I could think of to scout up a rental. Even Janet didn’t have an extra room at the B&B she owned beside Firehouse Café.

Absolutely no luck on finding a way to wiggle out of staying at Levi’s. If I was sensible, I’d be relieved he offered. But I wasn’t. He made me feel funny and made me think about things I hadn’t thought about in years. Worst of all, he made me wish I wasn’t lugging so much emotional baggage inside.

After reluctantly accepting it wasn’t likely I was going to find a new place to rent on short notice, I got back to work. My attitude still sucked. I was annoyed with my sore wrist and annoyed with my life. After Amelia and Max got all the beams in place and climbed down from the scaffolding, Amelia strode over to lean against a sawhorse nearby as she guzzled some water. I’d been working on cutting hardwood flooring with the miter saw, something I could manage with my injured wrist. She took her work gloves off, slapping them on her jeans to knock the dust loose.

“Little early for that, don’t you think?” she asked.

I glanced her way as I carefully made another cut. “I figure I might as well get done what I can. This way, we’ll be ahead of the game once I’m back at it,” I offered with a shrug. “We have dry storage on site, so it should be fine.”

Max Richards strolled over, dragging his sleeve across his face and wiping the sweat off his brow. It was mid summer in Alaska, the only time of the year that anything resembling hot weather happened. He glanced my way, flashing a grin.

“I’m guessing you’ll be relieved when your wrist is better. What happened anyway?” he asked.

Amelia didn’t even bother to keep from rolling her eyes. “You know Lucy. She shouldn’t have been up there trying to put the beams up herself, but she decided to try it. I went to town to pick up some extra lumber and got back to find her already up there. Lesson learned,” she said bluntly.

I threw a glare at her, but I couldn’t help but smile. I had known better, but I’d been impatient. “Yeah, lesson learned. The doctor said I didn’t break it, but bruised the bone. I should be good as new in a few weeks,” I offered.

Max chuckled. “Well, glad you didn’t do more than that. I need to get going, so I’ll catch you two later. Call me if you need an extra hand again.”

Amelia threw a smile his way as he turned away with a wave. Max usually handled all of our excavation work on projects. He was a good guy and easy to work with. As annoyed as I was that we needed his help for this, I was glad for our sake he was around. Without his help today, our project would’ve been substantially delayed.

Amelia strode to our work truck after she drained her water bottle and returned with two more bottles of water. She tossed one my way, and I caught it with my good hand. Turning, I set my last piece of cut wood down and leaned my hips against the miter saw stand.

We stood in the quiet for a few minutes. I scanned the building site. It was a lovely lot on the outskirts of Willow Brook, nestled into the forest with spruce, cottonwood and birch surrounding the lot. The trees opened up beside a marshy field, offering a view of the mountains in the distance. A raven called with a magpie chattering in reply.

“How’s your wrist feeling anyway?” Amelia asked.

“Fine actually. I was in a little pain this morning, but ibuprofen did the trick. It’s going to annoy the shit out of me though,” I offered with a little laugh.

She threw a wry smile my way. “Oh I’m sure it will. I might tease you about it, but I would be the same way. Any luck finding a rental?”

I took a swallow of my water and glanced up at the sky. It was bright and sunny today, wispy clouds scudding across the blue sky.

“Nope, but I should’ve known. It might be close to fall, but it’s still busy. Anybody that has a place available is busy making money hand over fist.”

“So true. I can ask Cade’s parents if you can stay there too. I realized after the fact you might not appreciate us saying you should crash at Levi’s. He’s a good guy, but I know he…”

Instantly, I got defensive. Amelia was my best friend, but I wasn’t about to look like a chicken in front of her. Levi was a good friend of hers and Cade’s and, well, of anyone and everyone I happened to be friends with in town. It would be weird if I got all uptight and refused to accept a friendly offer.

“No problem,” I said quickly. “Levi offered, and there’s no reason I can’t stay there.”

Oblivious to the fact I’d stayed there last night and he’d seen me in my underwear this morning, she continued, “He’s actually got more room than we do anyway. I’m sure he’ll let you stay as long as you need,” she offered.

“Yeah, if he doesn’t drive me crazy,” I added, unable to resist that comment.

She rolled her eyes. “Levi’s a good guy. He’s just a flirt.”

I knew that to be the case. What I didn’t know was what the hell to do about the fact he made me hot inside and out and half-crazed in my brain.

* * *

Three days passed while I was staying at Levi’s. Three days while his mere existence was driving me insane. I woke on day three, my skin flushed and a sheen of sweat covering me. I’d had another heated dream about Levi. It was the third night in a row when my body and my subconscious were betraying me in the worst possible way. My mind spun back to the memory of my dream.

Levi’s lips on my skin, the scrape of his stubble on my neck and then down over my breast as his lips closed around a nipple. His muscled body pressed against mine. His cock, hard and throbbing between my thighs, sliding through my wet folds. I cried out…

Oh. My. God. I woke up crying out Levi’s name. I shifted my legs restlessly under the sheet. I could feel the damp heat between my thighs, my core slick with need for him. In my sleep addled mind, I wasn’t thinking clearly, or at all. Before I knew it, my fingers were dipping into the wet heat at my core. I was so horny. I hadn’t been this way in… Hell, I’d never been this way. I was drenched, and I needed relief. I stroked through my folds, my skin flushed from my need and from my embarrassment at wanting Levi this much. He had invaded my dreams and was taking over all of my thoughts.

I buried my fingers in my channel, my sex clenching around them. This wasn’t enough. I wanted what my dream gave me—Levi’s cock buried inside of me. In my dreams, I knew what it felt like to be filled by him. My breath came in little bursts as I teased myself. I drew my soaking wet fingers out, sliding them back and forth over my clit, a swollen button of need. My orgasm was right there on the edge. On a burst of pleasure, I buried my fingers inside my channel again. My sex clamped down around them as my release washed over me, sharp, abrupt and intense.

I lay still, my breath coming in little pants. This was insane. I’d had an orgasm with nothing but Levi in my mind, and my fingers were sticky from my juices. I wanted to roll out of bed, walk straight into his bedroom and make my dream a reality. Last night’s dream involved me riding him, his fingers digging into my hips as his cock filled me. My channel pulsed around my fingers again. I slowly withdrew them, rolling onto my side and trying to get a grip on myself.

I was in a conundrum. I’d had no luck finding a place to stay yet. I was in the awkward position of desperately wanting Levi and needing to get the hell away from him. Without somewhere to be, I didn’t have a good excuse to leave. I was in the awkward position of Levi being a shared friend in the small social world of Willow Brook. Aside from staying with him, I didn’t have any options except to break down and call my mother. Which absolutely wasn’t an option. The moment that thought crossed my mind, I wanted to burst into tears.

I threw the covers off and strode quickly out of the room towards the bathroom. Ever since the first morning when I’d furtively tried to go to the bathroom without Levi noticing, I’d been very good about remembering to get dressed before I left the guest bedroom. This morning, I wasn’t thinking. Hell, who could blame me? I’d just climaxed all over my own hand fantasizing about Levi. I could feel the moisture between my thighs as I walked to the bathroom. Before I reached it, yet too far away to dash back to my bedroom, Levi’s bedroom door opened.

I froze. He scrubbed his hand through his messy hair and glanced up, his gorgeous blue eyes widening when he saw me. His chest was bare—his dangerously sexy chest that made my mouth water—and he wore cut off sweatpants that hung low on his hips. They weren’t loose enough to hide his arousal. If only he knew how wet I was. His eyes locked to mine. We stood there for a beat, staring at each other. If he was embarrassed about his obvious arousal, it didn’t show.

“Morning Lucy,” he said with a nod.

His mouth hitched up at the corner as his eyes flicked down. It was as if his gaze was an actual touch. My nipples tightened when I felt the heat of it. I suddenly realized my favorite t-shirt to sleep in was thin and white. There was no doubt my nipples were visible through it. My pussy clenched at the look in his eyes.

“Morning,” I choked out, trying to sound casual but instead sounding hurried and rushed.

Mortified, I dashed into the bathroom, nearly slamming the door shut behind me. Only then did it occur to me he probably needed to use the bathroom. I leaned against the door and tried to catch my breath.

“Do you need the bathroom?” I called out.

Oh my God. I sounded like I was in a panic. Inside I was. My heart was hammering so hard, I felt like it was going to beat its way out of my chest. I was afraid he could hear it from wherever the hell he stood.

“I do, but I’ll go downstairs. No worries,” Levi replied. Right outside the fucking door.

I sagged with relief at the sound of his footsteps retreating from the door. I took several shaky breaths, willing my pulse to slow and my traitorous body to get under control. After a moment, I pushed away from the door, belatedly turning to lock it. Silly and pointless, but a habit I couldn’t break. I knew Levi was polite, no matter how much he teased me before and no matter how much it annoyed me. I knew he wouldn’t barge in while I was in the shower. He just wasn’t that kind of guy. But I locked the door anyway, almost as if to protect myself from my own desire for him.

I paused and looked at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, my hair was a wild mess and my naughty nipples were taut under the thin cotton of my shirt. I knew Levi had gotten quite a fill of that little view.

Never again. I won’t forget to change before I run to the bathroom again. So fucking stupid.

I rolled my eyes. Dammit. The only reason I was in such a tizzy this morning was because I had another crazy hot sex dream about Levi and masturbated thinking about him. On the heels of several deep breaths, my pulse finally started to slow. I heard the shower turn on in the bathroom directly below this one.

I couldn’t help but envision Levi’s cock outlined by his sweatpants, the soft fabric practically caressing his body—the cock that I desperately wanted inside of me, at least in my dreams.

There’s a reason you can’t think like this.

This voice whispered in the back of my mind. My desire was washed away in a wave of… I don’t know what it was—sadness, regret and shame all balled up together maybe.

I rarely dated. I’d never had a boyfriend. Don’t go thinking I was a prude. I wasn’t a virgin, but the messiness of emotions wasn’t something I could tolerate, so I limited myself to occasional one-night stands and nothing more. Tears pricked at the back of my eyes, and I spun away from the mirror. Quickly turning on the shower, I gave the water a moment to heat up before climbing in. I let the hot water mingle with my tears as I showered. My mind spun back to a place I didn’t like to think about.