Page 11 of Unraveled

Her laughter was music to my ears. I loved that we seemed to have a similar sense of humor.

“I imagine that at seventeen every teenager is that guy, but I digress. The first time is loaded with me wondering, imagining, anticipating.”

“And tell me, what is it you’re wondering.” I was turned on, not only by her words, but also by the way her body was tilting into mine, her eyes bright with the anticipation she was talking about.

She leaned closer, her voice a husky whisper. “I’m wondering if you’re the alpha type who takes charge in the bedroom. Or if you’ll need direction. If you’ll be hurried or influenced from the alcohol you’ve had tonight, or if you’ll go slow and savor it. Are you the type of man to taste me first, giving me an orgasm with your tongue? Or will you go straight for the condom? Do you like foreplay, or do you get right to the point? Are you a dirty talker, or are you silent and intense? When you slide inside of me, will it be missionary, against the wall, or from behind me? Will you lavish attention on my body, especially my breasts, or simply ignore them for what you deem the real prize? And finally, are you the type who will bring me to climax before reaching yours?”

I was unbelievably aroused and hard as a rock. “And what am I wondering?”

She leaned forward. “You’re wondering if I’ll wrap my lips around your cock, then if I’m the type who will play with your balls or simply use my hand when I do. Will I deep-throat you or hope that jacking you at the same time will help speed up the process? Will I tease you? And most importantly, will I swallow or spit? Then you’ll wonder just how dirty I am. If you’ll spook me by being a little rough, or will I enjoy it a little kinky?”

I shifted in my seat and motioned for the bartender. “You’ll have to excuse this cliché, but I’m gonna ask for the check now.”

She chuckled, downing the remainder of her drink while I did the same with mine, after which I quickly signed the check for my hotel room and slid off my stool.

I led her to the elevator doors, realizing I needed to kiss her. Right now.

Not waiting to ask permission, I took her lips the moment the doors closed. I could tell she was surprised, but she soon melted into me, giving me access to her mouth. The taste of tequila lingered on her lips, the chill of the drink making her tongue cool to the touch in delicious contrast to the heat of the kiss.

Once the elevator dinged for the fifth floor, pulling away was a monumental effort, but one that was worth it considering I couldn’t wait to get her into my room and undress her.

Her seductive words played on my mind, making me anxious at the same time I wished to savor every moment. When I opened the hotel room door with my key card, I noticed my hand was shaking from sheer adrenaline. When was the last time I’d been this turned on? The answer was never.

Once inside, she placed her purse down on the dresser and looked around the room. It wasn’t much. Simply a king-sized bed in a standard hotel room. Russ had offered to have me stay with him tonight, but with his house under renovation, I’d preferred the hotel. Now I was glad I’d booked a room.

Not wanting to waste another moment, I reached out, pulling her into my arms and taking her lips again.

I forced myself to take things slowly despite being exceedingly anxious to see her without her clothes. All the talk in the bar made me want to take my time. But she’d been wrong when she’d said anticipation was the peak, for I fully intended that to be only the beginning.

My mouth broke free from hers, moving to her neck and throat. Her skin was incredibly soft. When I touched my lips behind her ear, a shiver snaked down her body, letting me know she was enjoying my slow seduction. My hands moved down to settle on her ass. And what a glorious ass it was. Unable to hold back any longer, I decided to compromise on the idea of slow.

“I need to see you. Without these clothes.”

She stepped away, a sexy smile curving her lips. Starting with her shirt, she untucked it from her waistband and undid one button at a time, exposing a sexy red lace bra. More delectable skin was revealed when the fabric hit the floor. Next, she flipped up one calf after the other to take off her heels. What could’ve been a clumsy gesture turned out to be a well-choreographed seduction.

Once that was done, her fingers reached down to unfasten her jeans.

But I stepped forward to take over the task. Our gazes locked while I worked her zipper down and peeled the denim from her hips. Our eyes stayed on each other as my hand slid under the lace of her panties to discover she was perfectly groomed to only a landing strip. “Fuck, you’re wet.”

My entire body shook with desire from the one touch. Watching her close her eyes at the contact was almost my undoing. As much as I’d have loved to finger her to an orgasm now, I wanted to be able to feast my eyes on her first, so I removed my hand.

“Tease.”

“Not for long.” I shimmied her jeans down until they were a puddle at her feet, which allowed her to step out of them. In just her bra and—good Lord—a red thong to match, she was the most stunning woman I’d ever seen. I was about to utter those words when they died on my lips. She’d reached back and flicked the clasp of her bra, exposing her breasts.

I might as well have swallowed my tongue. In front of me where the most spectacular tits I’d ever seen. Cupping them only proved they were one hundred percent natural.

“My best feature,” she murmured.

Although it was tough to take my gaze from them, I looked down, taking in her flat stomach and the flare to her hips. All that was left of her clothes was the tiny scrap of lace that served as a thong. When my gaze finally tracked up to her face, I saw something. A sliver of insecurity before she pasted on another smile. The momentary expression was such a departure from what I’d witnessed of her in the bar that I reached out, tipping her chin.

“You okay?”

For a moment she wavered, but then she murmured, “Yeah. Perfect.”

For the first time all night, I felt I was getting a peek below the surface of Layla. A glimpse of vulnerability that made me desire her all the more. But as quickly as it appeared, it vanished.

“Shall we return to where we were?” She reached out to rub the front of my jeans.