I watched Layloni shift in her sleep, I adjusted my manhood through my boxers and stared at her like a damn creep.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
I should’ve been left hours ago. Yet here it was, six in the morning, and I was still standing in her bedroom watching her breathe.
Hell, I even cuddled with her thick ass after fucking her unconscious.
The memory alone made heat crawl through my body. Her skin had been warm against mine. Soft. Her scent clung to the sheets, a mixture of cocoa butter and something faintly sweet that still lingered in the air.
And like a damn fool, I slipped up and didn’t use a condom.
Her pussy tasted like water. Fresh. No foul smell. No sourness. Just clean warmth that had me losing every ounce of discipline I normally carried.
I didn’t even think Layloni understood the terms and conditions of fucking with a man like me.
But she would soon enough.
Standing over the bed, I realized I couldn’t even make my feet move toward the door. That alone told me everything I needed to know.
This right here was the exact reason I stayed away from her.
Layloni had a way of shifting something inside my chest.
My heart had been iced over for years. Frozen solid.
The only person who could melt even a small piece of it was my mom. Around her, a little warmth would surface. A small reminder that I wasn’t completely hollow inside.
But Layloni?
I barely knew this woman.
So why the hell was my chest feeling warm just looking at her?
Why couldn’t I just leave and contact her later?
I had a flight to catch today. I needed to finish Troy’s ass myself since G’s soft ass couldn’t get the job done.
Layloni rolled onto her back, the sheets slipped down and exposing her left breast.
A low groan dragged out of my chest before I could stop it.
I turned away quickly, and walked toward her bathroom. I needed a shower. Needed cold water. Needed something to clear my head.
“I’m surprised you stayed, playboy.” Her voice stopped me mid-step.
I froze, then slowly turned around.
Our eyes met and, before I could stop myself, a smile tugged at my mouth.
Yeah.
I was glad I stayed.
Her peanut butter brown skin glowed in the soft morning light pouring through the curtains as she stretched lazily across the bed. The movement made my stomach twist in a way that felt entirely too damn soft for my liking.
I didn’t like that feeling one bit.
“I’m surprised too.” I muttered.
