Page 107 of Beautiful Thing

“I needyou.” My arm hooks around her waist, pulling her against me. “Your kisses are better than any painkiller on the market. Come on, Belle. Let’s make each other feel good.”

I let my fingers knead the inside of her thigh. Layla gives her head an unconvincing shake as a smile creeps across her lips. “Fine. Justonekiss.” She carefully inches closer and closer until her mouth slides over mine.

I was right—as soon as she kisses me, an instant dopamine rush floods over my body. It’s more powerful than any prescription any doctor could write.

She’s quickly getting just as worked up as I am. I can tell by the way she’s soon panting and squirming in my arms.

“I…I got condoms today,” Layla dares to whisper when we pull apart.

I blink in the darkness. “What?”

I can practically feel her blushing even though I can barely see her face. “A-at the hospital,” she confesses. “I bought some from the pharmacy at the hospital.”

Propping myself up on my healthy elbow, I stare at her. “Let me get this right. While I was in the hospital fighting for my life, you were out there scheming about how to get on my dick?”

“Shut up.” She snickers despite herself. “I just…I just wanted to be…prepared.”

My palm strokes down my growing erection. “Well,I’mprepared.” I reach over to smack her ass. “You’d better go grab those condoms and come ride me, darling.”

Layla is giggling as she runs out of the room and across the hallway. I shamelessly check out her perky butt as she goes. I nearly scoff.Just one kiss, my ass.

A moment later, she’s back with the rubbers in hand. I watch as she stands at the side of the mattress, slowly pulling her shirt over her head. With a quick shimmy of her hips, her pajama pants and underwear are in a heap on the floor.

A shiver quakes through me. “Fuck, baby. You’re so gorgeous,” I grit out, my stiff cock aching more than any other part of my injured body.

I reach out and pull her to me, cradling her in my arms and kissing her deeply once more.

I take my time with it. I savor her like she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Let’s face it—she is.

This kiss. This moment. This relationship that’s supposedly fake. I’m in no rush for any of it to be over.

My boxers come off in an instant and shivers run through my body when Layla sheathes my length in the condom. I roll her onto her side, snuggling her from behind and slowly pushing my erection into her tight, slippery channel. We moan together as her walls stretch and ripple around my thickness.

“My god, Layla,” I groan into her hair as she undulates her sexy behind against my pelvis.

“Yes. Archer.” Her arm reaches back, palming my ass and urging me deeper.

I grab her leg, hooking it around mine for better access. I sink inside her again and again. My hand slides up and down her torso, caressing her breasts, stroking her ribs, playing with her clit.

The sensation at the base of my spine builds with each thrust. I can’t hold back the animalistic groan that pitches out of my mouth.

Layla gasps, neck snapping over her shoulder to search my face for any signs of pain. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Fuck, yeah,” I reply, mindlessly lost in the pleasure.

“Is it too much for you? Does it hurt?” she asks, a frantic note in her voice.

“No. It feels amazing. Love fucking you like this, Belle. I love feeling your body pressed against mine.” I capture her jaw, forcing her mouth to my own for a dirty kiss.

My hand slides down from her jaw, gently wrapping around the column of her throat and applying light pressure. Layla gasps in the sexiest of ways and her hips begin to work faster.

I groan, my hold on her throat tightening ever so slightly as my other hand slides between her legs.

“Oh, god. Archer, yes,” she sings when I start to draw circles on her clit.

My balls are tight and tingles race through the pit of my stomach. “Come for me, Layla,” I rasp out. “I need you to come right now.”

All it takes is two more thrusts and a little tug on her clit. Heat and wetness flood her pussy as the rest of her body goes stiff.

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