Page 17 of What She Deserves
“If we’re entering a sex-only relationship, every call is a booty call.”
“True, but late-night calls could lead to staying overnight, which means intimacy, and this is—”
“Yeah, yeah, I remember. Sex-only.” He drained his glass and slammed it on the bar.
Clearing her throat, Layla asked, “Do you have any rules?”
He watched her in silence, and she fought the urge to squirm.
“One,” Rashad said. “You’re not allowed to screw anyone else while we’re seeing each other.”
She hadn’t even considered sleeping with another man while with Rashad. He could more than satisfy her needs, but she didn’t dare let him know her thoughts. He didn’t need any more ego stroking.
“Not a problem. Neither are you,” she said.
“Fine by me.”
“Okay, well, I guess we’re done here.”
“I guess so.”
Layla stood and reached into her purse, but before she could pay for her drink, Rashad also stood and dropped a few bills between their glasses.
As he towered over her in the tight space between the two stools, she drew a sharp breath.
“When?”
“When what?” She tipped her head back to gaze up into his black eyes. The two earrings glinted against his dark skin.
Rashad cupped her chin, the gentle hold wreaking havoc on her skin. Staring intently into her eyes, he asked, “When can I make love to you again?”
Layla almost melted on the spot.
“How about next weekend?” she suggested, her voice sounding tinny. “Because of Mother Nature, I’m out of commission for the next few days.”
“Guess I’ll have to wait until next weekend, then. Is the number you called me from your new number?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now I know how to reach you.” Rashad bent his head and connected their lips.
The kiss was hard but gentle and prompted a soft whimper from her throat. She tasted the sweetness of the Coke and sweetness of his mouth. As his left arm circled her waist and his right hand cupped her jaw, heat slithered over her skin like a warm blanket. She took the liberty of resting her hand against his chest and letting her thumbnail scrape his nipple. It was his turn to groan, and she exulted in the sound, anticipating the moment in the not-too-distant future when she could see him lose complete control.
Rashad didn’t make much noise when they made love, but when he came, it was a sight to behold. He cursed worse than a sailor, gritted his teeth, and pounded the bed when he climaxed. Watching him lose control was its own kind of aphrodisiac, and if not for being on her period, she’d go to his condo right now to watch the whole scene play out.
Rashad released her lips, and his warm breath kissed her throbbing mouth when he spoke. “I’ll walk you out.”
He escorted her to her white Cadillac SUV, which was parked on a side street.
Layla popped the locks and turned to face him. Under his watchful gaze, she tingled all over. “I’ll call you.”
“Do that.”
He kissed her again, pressing her into the cool steel of the car. She found comfort in the steady beating of his heart against hers, and felt every inch of him—his chest, his powerful legs, and the hardness between his thighs.
Damn her period. Damn, damn, damn.
Rashad stepped back. “Good night.”
