Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
She nods, her eyes dropping to the bedspread. “My family… they were strict. I was supposed to save myself for marriage.”
I sit down beside her, taking her hand in mine. “Layla, we don’t have to do this. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
She looks up at me, her eyes shining. “I want this, Cal. I want you.”
Her words hit me like a freight train, and I realize just how far gone I am for this woman. “I’ve never been with anyone either,” I admit, the words feeling foreign on my tongue.
Her eyes widen. “Never?”
I shake my head. “The military… the ranch… I never had the time. And then Carson came along, and that became my whole life.”
She smiles softly, her hand brushing against my cheek. “Guess we’ll figure it out together.”
I lean down, capturing her lips again, this time slower, more deliberate. I take my time, savoring every sigh, every shiver. The world outside disappears, leaving only the two of us in the glow of the candlelight.
The moment our eyes met, my world shifted and she became my center. My responsibility to safeguard. I could sense it, and I believe she could too, even though she was still inexperienced at twenty-two years old. I’m nearly a decade older than her, but none of that seems to matter when we’re together like this.
“Stay,” I murmur, my voice thick with emotion. “Stay here with me. With Carson. Be ours.”
She looks up at me, her eyes glistening. “I already am.”
As the storm outside rages, I hold her close, my resolve solidifying. I’m going to protect this woman, love her, and give her the life she deserves.
She’s ours now, and I’ll never let her go.
Chapter Seven
Layla
“Mmm…” His fingers trail between my legs, sliding between my damp lips and working slow circles at my burning clit. One long finger dips inside and gathers more of my juices, swirling around my clit again and causing my stomach to swim with anxious butterflies. “I love the taste of you.”
His finger leaves my body and thrusts deep into his mouth where he licks and sucks the glistening sex off his finger. He kisses me long and sweet on the lips and I taste my own musk on his breath. That alone makes me eager to do anything he says, coupled with his lips pressed to mine… He could make me his sex slave and I’d be a willing participant. He lands a swift smack at my ass and arousal tears through me. I am suddenly desperately needy and so ready to play his game.
His eyes flare as they flick up and down my body while I wait, my eyes landing at the bulge tenting his dark denim jeans. So thick and rigid, I can make out the crown of his erection. The engorged tip faintly outlined through the thick fabric has me so wet I’m embarrassed. Is this how it’s supposed to be? Messy and soaked and shaking with need for his touch?
I debate reaching up to grab his length, it’s probably at least nine inches, and beg him to let me put it in my mouth. I lick my lips before one large palm covers his length and he squeezes.
He squeezes.
I groan softly and my eyes nearly bulge from my head as arousal trails down my thighs at seeing him hold his erection in his own hand. His eyes flicker with amusement when he sees the torture he’s putting me through and he squeezes it again, adjusting it to stand straight up, the tip threatening to pop through the waistband at his navel.
“Something got you distracted?” His gravelly voice sends shivers down my spine before he plants himself on the bed, his hand still caressing his length from the outside of his pants. “Take off your clothes for me. Slowly.”
His order sends shivers of desire through me. I love his hungry gaze on me, eating up my trembling form. I wiggle my hips, loving that I can tease him like this before I pop the buttons on his flannel that I’m wearing one by one. I let it slide down my shoulders, revealing my heavy breasts to his hungry gaze. A shiver tears through me when he licks his lips, a low groan falling from them.
He swallows when I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my leggings and push them down my thighs. A minute later I’m standing in front of him, only the scrap of my neon pink thong covering my soaked pussy.
His heavy gaze is cast on me, his pants now undone and his erection tight in one fist, tugging slowly, enjoying his time watching me. Savoring me with his eyes.
“God, baby. I can see how turned on you are for me. So damn beautiful, I want to bury myself in that pretty pussy.”