Page 13 of Loving Leila
This time I can’t prevent a groan from escaping. I cup her head in my hands and deepen the kiss, pouring everything I feel into it. All the things I wish I could say but can’t. The hand resting over my heart tightens into a fist around my T-shirt, and I wish I could feel her touch on my bare skin.
My fingers spread, the better to cradle her head as I deepen the embrace even further and encounter the edge of the medical tape that covers the stitches where the gun caught her temple. What the fuck am I doing? I’m mauling Leila after she took a blow to the head that had her unconscious. Jesus.
Ending the kiss, I rest my forehead gently against hers. “I’m sorry, sweetness. This is the last thing you need after being attacked just the day before yesterday.”
“I’m fine, Kyle. Sure, I hurt, but I won’t break. I’m not some fragile flower who needs to be treated with kid gloves.”
I pull my head back to study her face. “That may be so, but you were injured little more than forty-eight hours ago. I don’t want to make it any worse.”
“You won’t if you’re careful.”
“Are you sure this is what you want?” She nods. “I need the words, sweetness. Tell me what you want.”
“Please, Kyle. I want this – you.”
“You’ve got me.”
A sad look crosses her face, but she doesn’t say anything else. Merely reaches up and pulls me back down for another kiss. My hands find their way to the hem of her T-shirt of their own accord, and our lips separate long enough for me to pull it over her head carefully.
Then wrapping my arms around Leila, I run the tip of my tongue over that pouty bottom lip of hers, silently asking her to open for me again. Desire streaks through me as she welcomes me in. Deepening the kiss as passion turns intense, she moans softly, and I harden painfully.
When we finally come back up for air, I lean down and nibble at the tender spot beneath her ear before working my way down towards her glorious breasts. She arches into me, seeking more of my touch. My sweetness always was super responsive. Never shy to show me what she needs or how much she’s loving something I do.
Obliging her, I glide my hands down her torso, plumping the mounds together, licking first one nipple then the other. They harden into tiny pebbles under my tongue, begging for more. Leaning over her, I enclose one in the warm cavern of my mouth, tugging on it with my teeth.
Her body bows in response, and I hear her breath hitch.
“Hmm, like that do you?”
She nods. “Yes,” she breathes.
Pressing them together, I weigh the firm bounty in my hands before turning my attention to her other breast. Giving it the same treatment, I draw the eagerly beaded bud into my mouth. She moans, long and low. I have always loved how she’s so vocal in her pleasure.
I slowly work my way down her body, kissing and laving her silky soft skin as I go. Finally reaching my intended destination, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her pants and underwear, pulling them down her legs. I ease them off first one leg, then the other before flinging them over my shoulder.
I gaze down at her swollen and glistening core and let out a groan of my own. I reach out a gentle finger to part her folds, opening her farther to my gaze. Using my shoulders to part her legs to my questing mouth, I trail open-mouthed kisses across the skin of her inner thighs. Coming back to the core of her, I gently nibble on her clit.
I can’t help the smile of satisfaction as Leila arches off the mattress, giving voice to her pleasure. As I lick and suck her clit, I can feel her get wetter.
Tenderly, I insert a finger, rubbing back and forth over her sensitized channel. Her moans of pleasure make me impossibly harder, so hard I think I might just come right out of my skin with need. Sliding another finger into her velvety, wet warmth, I feel her muscles start to spasm, a sure sign of her impending orgasm.
“That’s it, sweetness. Come for me. Let me taste you on my tongue. Let me hear you.”
Renewing my efforts, I lap at her wet folds and am rewarded when she splinters apart in my hands. God, I want inside her so badly. And that’s the moment I realize I don’t have any protection. To be honest, it’s been areallylong time since I last needed any.
When I make no move to take things any further, she opens eyes glassy with passion.
“Kyle?”
Holding her gaze, I stroke the back of my hand down her silky-soft cheek. “I don’t have any condoms.”
Chapter 12
Leila
I’m so lost in a haze of lust and passion — and Kyle — that it takes a minute for his comment to penetrate the fog in my brain. His words are like a bucket of ice water being thrown over my head. What the hell am I doing? After everything he put me through, the first time he touches me I simply give myself over to him?
I must have lost brain cells when that asshole terrorist hit me in the head. God, I’m such an idiot. I’m tired, my head hurts, my heart hurts at my stupidity, and I’m fighting back the tears that once again show up to the party. I’m not the weeping-willow kind, yet I’ve done nothing but cry the last few days.
