Page 26 of What She Deserves
Holding up the phone, she twisted and turned so he’d get a good look at the outfit. Smoothing a hand over her hip, she continued to talk, pointing out what she liked and didn’t like, but he hadn’t seen anything he didn’t like and told her as much when he sent a text back. He pointed out how the top hugged and lifted her breasts and the crop top showed off her flat belly. The wide-legged pants were just right. Overall, she looked sexy without looking like she was trying too hard.
He set aside the phone and stared across at the closed bedroom door. What had happened to that Layla? The sweet, fun-loving woman he’d adored. The sex was still good, but she’d changed, and he couldn’t recall ever feeling dirty after sex. Not once, and certainly never with her.
Sex with Layla had always been euphoric, emotional, and tension-relieving. Tonight was different. For the first time, he felt as if his skin and the very core of his being was covered in grime.
Sliding lower in the bed, Rashad tugged the covers up to his chin.
He’d never felt so… used.
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A wide grinon her face, Layla pressed harder on the Cadillac’s accelerator as she drove away from Rashad’s building.
Wow. She’d actually done it. She’d had sex with Rashad and left.
Gripping the steering wheel, she let out an exultant laugh.
Granted, affecting a disinterested voice as she dressed had been difficult because the temptation to remain in his bed was very real. She’d suffered a moment of weakness while he was in the bathroom. Lying in the dark, she’d been completely lethargic and unable to move. That always happened whenever they had sex.
Under the covers, with a soft pillow cushioning her head, sleep had dragged down her eyelids, and she was fairly certain she’d dozed off for at least a few minutes. When he put his arm around her waist to cuddle, she’d wished she could stay like that forever.
Seconds later, alarm bells went off and common sense returned, but pulling out of his arms had been extremely difficult. That’s why she’d moved so slowly, taking her time more out of reluctance than politeness. But getting dressed and splashing water on her face had rejuvenated her.
She could definitely get accustomed to a sex-only relationship. Though she didn’t admit her reservations to her friends, she’d privately had doubts. Tonight proved those doubts were ill-placed, and simply hooking up with Rashad was doable. She was already looking forward to the next time.
Great sex without the heartache. What more could a woman want?
