“Now who’s mean?” I rub a hand over my fabric-clad dick.
Layla steps up onto the bottom step, now at eye-level with me. “Go upstairs and wait on my bed.”
“Oh yeah? And if I don’t?” I quirk a brow at her.
“Then I guess you won’t get to find out if the bottoms match.”
That gets me up the stairs faster than I can remember running. Layla’s chuckles follow me up. “You better hurry, love.”
Luna is snoozing on the couch. I leave her be, doing exactly as Layla wants. Grabbing the back of my shirt, I tug it off and toe out of my shoes.
I lie back against the headboard and wait. Each second feels like an eternity. I want this woman with a fierce longing I’ve never felt. I want to spend all of my nights with her. All my days.
I’m addicted, and it’s only been a few weeks.
The soft sound of feet breaks my thoughts. Layla is standing there in her bra and underwear. A matching set.
“Christ, Layla.” I rub my hand over my dick, trying to will him down.
“Uh-uh. No touching.” She strolls over to the bed. A damp spot darkens the green fabric of her panties. “That’s my job.”
“You want to move faster then?”
“Patience, Simon,” Layla whispers in my ear.
“I don’t have much.”
Layla’s tongue licks a path down my jaw. “You’ll have some, don’t worry.”
Her hand settles on my chest, an icy chill spreading through me.
“Fuck! What is that?”
“What do you think?”
Layla’s hand trails down my chest, the ice melting down my chest. Her hand is slow, teasing. The cool gives way to heat, making my dick harder.
My hands fist in the sheets as she dips it lower under my boxers.
“I like seeing you squirm. A little taste of what you did to me earlier.”
Layla licks the water off my chest, flicking her tongue over my abs. I want to run my hands all over her. Kiss every inch of her body to make up for the teasing. I want her. Every piece of her she’ll give me.
“Should I put you out of your misery?”
Layla’s mouth closes over the fabric covering my dick.
“Yes, yes you should.”
Her smile is sinful. “I guess I should.”
Pulling my pants and boxers down, my dick springs free, slapping me in the stomach. Hungry eyes are studying it, like she can’t wait to have a taste.
“Are you going to—”
Layla cuts me off with a long lick of the vein of the underside of my dick.
“Fuck yes!”
