Levitate by Kaylee Ryan

longer a part of my life. I used to hate being called by my full name for that very reason, but something about the way Kensington says it in her sexy voice. Yeah, I’m good with it.
    “Kensi,” I call her by the nickname that just came out last night. “I’m here for the visual,” I tell her.
    “Visual?” She tilts her head to the side to study me. “What are you talking about?”
    I smile. I knew she wouldn’t be expecting me. “Laundry.”
    Her mouth drops open in shock. “You drove over here to make sure I was really doing laundry?” she asks, incredulous.
    I step toward her. I’m still standing in the doorway, and that just won’t do. She doesn’t know it yet, but she found herself a laundry buddy. I need to crack her defenses and get her under me. I’m not used to the chase, and it’s fucking with me. This shit needs to happen, soon. “Yes, pretty girl, laundry,” I say, tucking a loose hair behind her ear. I pull my hand away and walk past her to the couch.
    “Please, come in,” she says dryly.
    “Thanks,” I quip. I can play this game all day long.
    I sit down on the couch and reach for her tablet or whatever it is. This gets her moving. She launches herself at me and pulls it out of my hands. I could have fought her, but I don’t want her to kick me out, not yet anyway.
    “Hands off the Kindle, buddy.” She glares at me.
    I throw my head back and laugh at her. She has the most serious look on her face. Her serious turns into a scowl and I quickly zip up my laughter. “What’s the big deal?” I ask her. My voice is indifferent, but really, I would like to know.
    “This is my life. I never leave home without it,” she says, clutching it to her chest. “I love to read; it takes me away.” She barely whispers the last part. Had I not been hanging on every word, I might have missed it.
    “So what do you read?” I’m intrigued. I’ve never met anyone like her. Then again, I spend most of my time with chicks who are open to one-night stands and hang out in bars. Kensington is definitely a higher caliber than what I’m used to.
    I watch as her neck goes pink and the color travels to her cheeks. Who knew a blush could be sexy? “You’re holding out on me.”
    She closes her eyes. “Romance mostly,” she says, eyes still shut.
    I can’t control my hand as it cups her cheek. “Open your eyes, Kensi.” I wait until she’s looking at me. “Don’t ever be ashamed of who you are. This,” I say, pointing at her chest where her Kindle is still clutched, “is a part of who you are. Never hide that. There’s nothing wrong with reading.” It’s actually really nice that this is her passion. I’m used to chicks who’s only passion is to seduce every man within a one hundred-mile radius. Women without depth and drive, their only worry is who is in their bed next. Kensington has both and so much more. I fight back a groan at the thought of what else she has. Her tight-ass tank causes her breast to play peek-a-boo as she leans over and sets the Kindle on the table.
    Fighting back a groan, I change the subject. “So where is this mountain of laundry?”
    She rolls her eyes playfully. “Come on, Mr. I-need-proof, let’s get this over with.” She stands from the couch and heads down the hall. I trail after her, watching the sway of her hips in those pants. We reach what I assume is her bedroom door. She opens the door and waves her arms. “Tada,” she says with dramatic flair.
    I chuckle as I survey what’s in front of me. There are three piles sorted on the floor. One pile in particular catches my eye. Bras, barely-there panties, and thongs, this must be the intimates pile. As if my dick wasn’t hard enough already at the sight of her. The chuckle dies on my lips as I stare at that pile of lace. I can’t wait to be the one to peel every piece off her.
    “Well?” Her voice breaks my stare of her piles of laundry—of that pile.
    “Three loads, really? You turned down an