“There’s never enough time for that. Work takes up my entire day.” I tip her chin up so her eyes meet mine. “Maybe if there was a certain blonde bombshell in London, I might take notice, but not other women.”
Pushing up onto her tiptoes, she lays a big kiss on me. It’s needy and urgent, her tongue demanding access.
Fuck. Why are kisses with Layla so damn good? I could spend the entire day kissing her and not be bothered by a single thing.
Before her, my entire life revolved around work. It wasn’t a lie to protect her feelings. No woman has ever caught my attention.
Layla? A few weeks with her and she’s working her way into every part of me. This spunky, confident spitfire is everything I’ve always wanted in a woman.
Fuck. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I go back to London without her.
“You want to know why this is one of my favorite spots?” Layla breaks the kiss and steps back.
“Why’s that?” I growl. I want to spend less time talking and more time savoring this woman.
“It’s nice and quiet for doing naughty things.”
That grabs my attention. “What kind of naughty things?”
I’m hoping for the kind that will make my growing dick happy.
Grabbing the hem of her dress, she pulls it up and over her head, revealing another gorgeous set of lingerie. This set is black, laced with gold flowers. The mesh fabric leaves little to the imagination.
Something I also love. This woman designs and wears her own lingerie.
Fucking sexy as hell.
I’m not paying attention when her bra and panties hit me square in the face. The moon shines bright off all the exposed skin of hers.
Very naked skin as she jumps into the lake.
“Skinny-dipping?”
She stands, the water hitting just below her tits. Fuck, they look delicious from here.
“You going to join me?”
Toeing out of my shoes, I strip out of my clothes and jump into the water.
“Holy fuck!” It’s like thousands of tiny icicles are pricking my skin. “Warn a man next time!”
“Do you need me to warm you up?” Layla swims over to me. The water barely comes up to my chest. The night air does little to help keep me warm.
“I’m pretty sure my dick has shriveled up and fallen off. Fuck, it’s freezing.”
“Do you need me to check?” Layla wraps herself around me like a koala bear.
“I mean, maybe.”
Not that I’d ever turn down having her hands on me.
Small hands drift down my chest. Her fingers wrap around my soft length. The slightest touch from her has him perking up.
“Looks like he’s still functioning.”
I nip at her bottom lip. “I’m glad I have you here to test him out.”
“And now you know why this is my favorite place.”
