Page 16 of Trouble
I raised my head and looked up the length of her body. Her eyes were screwed shut, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’. A string of expletives streamed from her lips as I tipped her over the edge with a single twist of my finger.
She gave a shuddering sigh as I withdrew; black hair messily spread around her head like a dark cloud, her face flushed from the orgasm.
My cock twitched at the vision.
If I didn’t get inside her soon, it was all going to get real messy. My wallet was on the nightstand and I reached for it, grabbed the remaining condom in there, ripping the packet and opening it quickly. I rolled it on and resumed my position above her, trailing a hand down her waist and hip as the tip of my cock touched her slit.
Her eyes flew open at the light touches.
It wasn’t going to be light for much longer. I eased into her, this time making sure I took it slow and deliberate. There would be no repeat of the previous evening. If anything, it was keeping my own orgasm at bay as I gently got into a slow rhythm. Her hands roamed across her breasts, playing with her nipples as I thrust.Fuck, it was such a turn on. Why had I waited so long?The thought of Lyla’s brother beating seven shades out of me might have had something to do with it. But I couldn’t think of Andre now, not when I was making love to his sister. I pushed all thoughts of my best friend out of my mind and lost myself to the moment instead.
This time, when I came, it wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t quick. I reveled in every single moment of it. Seeing the pleasure in Lyla’s expression, her violet eyes glassy with unshed tears of joy, made me want to stay here forever.
We were silent in the immediate aftermath, limbs entwined, basking in the closeness. My hand trailed lazily up and down Lyla’s spine, a contented grin spreading across my face.
This is what I’d waited for.
This is what mattered to me.
Every other woman until now had been a mere distraction.
No other woman could compare to Lyla.
“I love you, Maddox,” she breathed, as she snuggled closer to me.
“I know,” I replied, stroking her hair. Although I felt the same, I couldn’t say the words aloud. Once they were out, that would be it.
This wasn’t a night I’d soon recover from.
Lyla was all grown up and I was a total wreck about it. She was everything I’d ever wanted and everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
I had no idea how I was going to hide my feelings if Andre ever caught us together.
That’s why he could never know.
Ever.
Lyla spent the night sleeping in my arms and I woke up to the sight of her, black hair spilling across the pillow, eyes closed, a seemingly satisfied smile on her perfect features. I’d had a less than restful night’s sleep, my mind whirring around, wrestling with my emotions and loyalty. The woman of my dreams was right next to me, but she was also my best friend’s sister. And we didn’t do that.
Gently, I slid away from her and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
I was so screwed.
“Morning, Maddox.” Lyla turned on her side, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. “We should probably get up, we need to be at the garage soon.”
The car.
It was almost as if I’d forgotten the real reason why we were here.
The MG Midget.
The Lyla Cash of cars.
The car that held a very special place in my heart.
As I turned to face her I couldn’t help but make the comparison. Her violet eyes were sleepy but sated. If we didn’t get out of the bed, I swear I’d be doing more unsuitable things to her body. My dick twitched.
She leaned over and kissed me on the nose. “First dibs on the shower.” And she leapt out of bed and headed into the bathroom.
