Page 39 of What She Deserves
“Yes,” Layla said softly.
Rashad took her mouth in a kiss, and she tasted the sweetness of the chocolate cake. His mouth was sensually thorough, and his tongue teased the corners of her mouth, heating her loins.
When he withdrew, Rashad licked his lips and Layla blushed at the possessive gleam in his eyes. They may not plan to have sex, but he sure wanted to, and if she were being honest, she also wanted to.
Minutes later, they were on the rooftop alone because the other couple had gone back downstairs.
“It’s going to rain,” Layla remarked, gazing up at the storm clouds forming in the sky.
No sooner had the words left her lips than fat drops started pelting them.
Rashad let out a mild curse. “Let’s go.”
They packed up the basket and turned off the fire. Then they scampered through the door and clambered down the stairs to the elevator. In Rashad’s condo, Layla smoothed her edges and then took the towel Rashad handed her.
“Quite an interesting end to the afternoon,” she commented, dabbing her cheeks.
“I was hoping the day wouldn’t end now.”
“What do you have in mind? You want to play cards or watch TV?”
“No. Those all require us to stay vertical. The activity I have in mind requires us to be horizontal.”
Layla bit the corner of her lip and remained in place as he moved closer. “I thought you said no sex. You said you could handle it.”
“Yeah, I did, didn’t I?”
He stepped right up on her, his warm breath brushing across her lips, the heat of his body mingling with the heat from hers.
“Are you changing the rules again, Rashad?” Layla asked, breathless with anticipation.
“Are you letting me?”
“Yes.” That was the only answer she could give. No point in pretending she didn’t want him, because she did—almost every minute of every hour.
Rashad’s lips landed on hers with a soft press before he maneuvered them toward the bedroom. Inside, they undressed each other, interrupting the removal of their clothes with soft laughter and more kissing.
They fell onto the bed, and Layla gasped as his hard flesh sank into her. She gladly welcomed him into her body, arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as they rocked back and forth.
She sucked on his lower lip and kissed his Adam’s apple, the decibels of her moans increasing as his thrusts became harder.
No man had ever made her lose her mind like this. No man had ever taken such control of her body and heart. As she climaxed around him, Layla hoped that Rashad continued to share with her. She didn’t just want his body. She wanted his heart and needed to know that he welcomed her into his life the same way she welcomed him into hers.
* * *
Normally,Layla would go to sleep after they made love, but she hadn’t eaten her chocolate cake, so Rashad went to get it and they took turns eating it in bed while using the same fork.
“I shouldn’t be sharing my cake with you because this slice is mine. You already ate yours,” Layla said, as she opened her mouth for him to slide in another piece.
“Too late now, it’s almost gone,” Rashad said with zero remorse.
When they finished eating, he placed the fork and plate on the bedside table and pulled Layla back against him as he sat up against the headboard.
“That was delicious,” she said.
“Of course. I made it.”
“You’re so modest.”
