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Yeah, that probably wouldn’t go over to well.

I sigh, and open her door wider with my foot, then gently place her on the bed. But when I try to stand, her fingers continue to grasp my shirt.

“Stay,” she murmurs, groggily.

I don’t know if she’s talking in her sleep, or if she actually wants me to stay. The latter makes hope flare in my chest.

“Layla.” I place my palm on her cheek.

“Stay,” she repeats, eyes still closed.

How the hell can I argue with that?

I kick off my shoes, and crawl in beside her. The second I do, she snuggles close. So close it’s like she’s using her body as a blanket, one leg drapes over mine, and her head rests in the crook of my shoulder, her palm flat on my chest.

Her small, curvy little body fits perfectly against mine.

“I’m glad you’re back.” Her voice is husky with sleep, and something more – desire.

She rubs herself against my thigh, and my already hard cock turns to steel.

God, what the woman does to me.

When I shift slightly, she murmurs, “Don’t leave.”

“I won’t,” I press my lips against the top of her hair and breathe in her soft, feminine scent.

There’s no way in hell I’m leaving.

I also know I won’t be getting a minute of sleep tonight. Not when she’s wrapped around me, making every damn cell in my body vibrate with need, the ache in my balls growing every second she’s touching me.

But there are some things that are worth the pain – and Layla is definitely one of them.

Chapter 16

Layla

I wake slowly, body warm and tingling from the erotic dream I’d been having.

“Carter,” I murmur.

His big, strong body is pressed hard against mine, his hands roam across my skin, touching me in places that begged to be touched.

A small moan escapes my lips, because I don’t want to wake up, the dream is too real, and my body hums with pleasure. I can almost feel him beside me, his heavy erection jutting against my backside, fingers linked in mine.

Suddenly I’m wide awake because I realize it isn’t just a dream.

Carter is in my bed. His thick, powerful arms wrapped protectively around me, and yes, his serious morning wood is digging erotically into my back.

Oh. My. God.

My mouth goes dry as I remember bits and pieces of the night before.

Had I actually asked – no begged – him to stay?

I had.

And he had.

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