Page 23 of Caught Stealing Your Heart
We pulled up to Leilani’s hotel, and I was grateful there was no paparazzi in sight. I’d quickly learned Leilani didn’t like the extra in-person attention, so I tried to protect her from it. I informed the driver I would be right back and headed inside up to her room without being detected.
“Damn,” I muttered when Leilani opened the door.
Her cheeks were beat red as she spun around, gave me a complete view of herself, and giggled. “You like?”
“More than you know.”
Leilani always looked beautiful, which was why I didn’t hesitate to let her know every time I saw her, but there was something about yellow on a black woman that drove me wild. The long, flowy yellow and floral printed was stunning on Leilani. It was strapless with the sides cut out, showing off a little skin in a tasteful way. Her locs were styled in a half-up, half-down style, and I loved being able to see her full facial features.
The way Leilani peered up at me was dangerous. Her gaze was captivating me, sucking me in with each passing second. She held her arms out, so I lowered my body to slither my arms around her waist. I kissed her neck and inhaled her fresh, light scent.
“You look beautiful.”
“I love when you tell me that,” Leilani admitted, squeezing my neck tighter. “You look handsome yourself, Banks.”
“Thank you.”
Our hug lingered longer than normal. I fought the urge to slide my hands down to her ass, which was poking in the back of her dress, so I held her tighter. Leilani leaned her head back and pecked my lips, smirking.
“So, what you got planned today, Boss?”
I chuckled and let her go. “You’re funny. I got somewhere I want to take you before we go eat. It’s a dope place, and I go there all the time when we come here.”
“Am I dressed appropriately for this place?”
“You don’t want to know what I think, Leilani.”
With her head leaned to the side and the cutest scowl on her face, she asked, “Why not?”
“Because it might get us in trouble, and I don’t know if that’ll help what we have going on. Just know it’s getting hard for me to keep a boundary between us the more I’m around you.”
I held my hand out for Leilani to come with me, and when she grasped it, she pulled me back into her. The rise and fall of her chest quickened as she slowly ran her hands up my shirt. Her touch was soft and gentle. The way her fingers lightly grazed my skin was as if she was afraid of how I’d react.
Our eyes remained locked. Leilani’s fingers went to the waistband of my shorts. She paused, and I could sense her hesitation to keep going. I gripped her wrist and slid her hand in my shorts. Her eyes ballooned when her hand connected with my hard member. She tried to retract, but I held her in place.
“Don’t tell me you started something you can’t finish, Leilani.”
She dragged her pink flesh over her lips before biting on her lower one. “This wasn’t a part of the contract, Banks.”
“Neither were my feelings, but they’re present. We’re both grown. Neither of us have anyone to answer to. If you want me, tell me, because I damn sure want you.”
I didn’t bother waiting for her to answer as my lips crashed down onto hers. My body pressed into hers, forcing her to take a few steps back. I closed the door with my foot before picking Leilani up and carrying her to the bed, never breaking our kiss.
She was aggressive, and it turned me on even more. Most women laid back and allowed me to do everything, but Leilani was going after what she wanted. She tried tugging my shorts down my waist as I hovered over her. I broke our kiss and rose to my knees. Leilani lifted on her elbows, eyes trained onmy middle as I grabbed my wallet from my pocket and slid my shorts down.
“Oh, my,” she whispered with her head slightly thrown back.
“Like what you see?”
“I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t.”
All I could do was laugh at her as I ripped open the condom I’d retrieved from my wallet and sheathed it over my shaft. Leilani pulled her dress up, and I was intrigued to see she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her waxed mound glistened from her nectar seeping out of it. She truly had a pretty pussy—one I could look at all day.
Leilani gripped me by the shirt and pulled me back down, hungrily sucking on my lips as I ran my second head up and down her slit. She whimpered when I slowly began to ease inside her warmth, feeling the tightness suffocating me in. I closed my eyes until my head touched her spot.
She felt too damn good.
Slowly, I stroked in and out of her. Leilani remained propped up on one elbow with her other arm wrapped around my neck. One of her legs rested in the crook of my arm. Our gazes remained connected in-between kisses. I inhaled her breathy moans, gasping for them as if it was the air that I desperately needed.
