“You don’t believe me?”
I lean back, dropping a kiss onto the corner of his mouth. “Maybe I’ll do the same to you.”
“That’s just mean, love.”
“Little taste of your own medicine.”
“Fuck. This is going to be a long night.”
One that I can’t wait to continue when we get back to my place.
ChapterNineteen
SIMON
Finally.
Fuckingfinally.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard a band play for so long. After teasing Layla, all I wanted to do was bring her back to her apartment and have my way with her.
But no.
I wanted to tease her. To ramp up her need to make it even more explosive tonight. Every minute I spend with her is like foreplay. And it’s going to make when I finally get between her legs even better.
As soon as the last note is played, Layla’s on her feet.
“Move it, slowpoke.”
Her arse is across the street before I can throw away the empty cans.
“Let’s go, Belvy.”
Layla looks like an angel standing under the soft light of her porch. Checking the streets, I jog across to the woman I can’t stop thinking about. She’s backing her way inside. As soon as I’m in, I kick the door shut behind me and I’m on her.
“You are evil.”
Both of us are fighting for control. This kiss is messy and hot. She nips at my lip, tugging it between her teeth.
“Can you blame me? How do you manage to make a fucking T-shirt so sexy?” I pull at the knot, letting it unravel in my hands.
Layla pushes me off her and whips her top over her head.
“Is this what you were working on the other day?”
“Maybe.” Layla drags a single finger over the cup of a forest-green bra. It has two tiny bows embroidered on each cup, drawing my attention to her nipples. Her very hard nipples.
“I can’t believe you made this.” I step closer, dropping a kiss just above one bow.
“I made it just for you.”
“You did?” I drag one strap down her shoulder. “Is this all you made?”
Layla shakes her head.
“Are you going to show me more?”
Stepping closer, Layla walks her pink-painted tipped fingers up my chest. “I shouldn’t. Give you a taste of your own medicine.”
