Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
I kept my distance, not wanting things to heat up only to be forced to extricate myself to cool down. In the elevator, I put my hands in my pockets to keep from touching her. She stood so close, smelling like fucking heaven, and the thought of pressing her up against the glass in the tiny car was unbearable. I wanted her to look in the mirror and watch her reflection when I rammed into her from behind.
But once we were inside my apartment, avoiding her became a challenge. Freckles met us at the door and ignored me in favor of licking Layla. Smart dog.
I thought the distraction might be the perfect excuse to slip away for a few minutes. “I’m going to grab a quick shower.”
Layla stood and grabbed the lapels of my jacket. “You want some company?”
Fuck.
Maybe if I got my dick good and sudsy, she wouldn’t notice that I shot my load before she even touched me.
I dragged my fingers through my hair. “On second thought, how about some wine?”
“Umm. Sure. Wine sounds good.” Layla walked to the open windows in the adjoining living room to look at the view. It was a clear night, and the city was lit up through the darkness.
I took my time opening a bottle of her favorite and pouring two glasses. Passing one to her as I joined her at the windows, another bright idea hit me. If I could knock back a few drinks, it might slow my libido a bit.
I swallowed half a glass and untied my bow tie, leaving it hanging loose around my neck. I tried to avoid looking at the gorgeous woman standing next to me, but couldn’t help myself.
God, why does her collarbone have to look like that? That neck… I wanted to bite it in the worst fucking way.
Without even realizing, I finished off the other half of my wine. But Layla realized. She glanced at the empty glass in my hand, still holding the one she hadn’t sipped yet.
“Is something wrong, Gray?”
She turned to face me, and the glow from the moon cast light across her face. She looked like an angel—one I wanted to do evil things to. I shoved my hands into my pockets again for safekeeping, and almost forgot she’d even asked a question.
“No. Everything’s good.”
She squinted.
Goddamn it. “Fine.” I shook my head and let out a loud rush of air. “I haven’t been with a woman in a very long time.”
She grinned. “Are you concerned that you forgot how do to it?”
“Wise ass.”
“It’s like riding a bicycle. I’m sure you’ll do fine.”
Riding. Did she have to use that word? I couldn’t fucking wait until she rode me. I abruptly opted for another glass of wine. When I returned to the windows, Layla turned her back to me. She pulled her hair to one side. “Could you help me with the zipper? I want to get out of this gown.”
I looked up and silently spoke to God. Haven’t I had my share of shame? Just give me this. A solid ten minutes without embarrassing myself. Is that too much to ask? I just donated three damn years.
The room was so still that every tooth separating from the zipper echoed. Goosebumps broke out on Layla’s neck, and I heard the hitch in her breathing as my hand reached the end of the zipper near her very fine ass.
She turned around, locking eyes with me before slowly slipping the dress from her body. It pooled into a giant sea of blue at her feet. I closed my eyes and counted to ten before looking up. But nothing could have reined me in when I caught the sight standing before me. God, she is gorgeous. Layla wore nothing but black lace panties, a matching half-cup bra that her full tits were just about spilling out of, and a sexy pair of stilettos. Her waist was so tiny, I could cover it by wrapping both my hands from front to back. And her legs—a mile of silky smoothness that my tongue couldn’t wait to lick from toe to thigh.
“Fuck.” I shook my head and took a step back, unable to take my eyes off of her. “Layla…you’re going to have to promise that you’ll give me multiple chances to make up for my poor performance the first time I’m inside of you. I’m about thirty seconds from finishing, and we haven’t even started yet. You’re beautiful.”
“I think I can help you out there.” She suddenly dropped to her knees.
And if I’d thought she was beautiful before—this…nothing could hold a candle to this sight. So. Fucking. Beautiful. I was definitely going to embarrass myself, but at least I might have a fighting chance if I’d already let one go.
Layla reached for my belt, and thank God her fingers still worked, because I was completely incapable of doing anything other than staring down at her. Unlike with her dress, when she slid the zipper to my pants down, I couldn’t hear the teeth separating because the only sound I heard was the rush of blood pumping through my ears. My heartbeat was out of fucking control.