Page 91 of End Game
“Any time.”
She looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes radiating the same heat that’s coursing through my body. There’s a hunger there, a desire that’s unmistakable.
“Layla?”
She sucks in a breath of the air that’s changing between us more every second. Her lashes flutter, her lips part. Without thinking, my fingertips fall down her spine.
“I’m not sure,” I say, “if I’m not supposed to say this now, but goddamn it if you aren’t fucking beautiful.”
I lift the hem of her shirt just enough to touch the small of her back. She sucks in another breath at the same time as I do, her body flexing against my hand. Both hands grip her waist, the curve of her hip causing me to almost lose my mind.
“Careful, Branch,” she warns breathlessly.
My hands shake, fingers tremble, as I fight with myself about what to do. I want her. Maybe I even need her. But if I do this, it’s gonna blur the fuck out of even more lines that I’m having a hard time seeing as it is.
“If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop,” I say, letting my finger dip into her soft skin.
“I didn’t say stop. I said?—”
Leaning up, I capture her mouth with mine. It’s like an explosion on Independence Day, every firework going off in quick succession.
She moans into my mouth, the sweet taste of her breath causing me to shudder. I bite her lower hip, holding it between my teeth, as I work her shorts down her delectable body.
Arms are flailing, legs moving, as she gets rid of the fabric separating her from me. Off goes her bra and her panties, her mouth moving ferociously against mine.
“Damn it,” I groan. She sucks my tongue into her mouth, nipping at it with her teeth in a way that makes my cock ready to blow.
My pants fall to the floor along with my boxers and my t-shirt goes sailing, landing on the shade of a lamp. The light rattles around on the table. She giggles, never breaking the kiss.
I roam her body with my hands, cupping the globes of her ass, running up the arch of her sides, until her breasts are sitting in my hands. The weight of them, the gentle weight of each, causes a groan to rumble from the depth of my desire to be buried inside this gorgeous woman.
Leaning back on the sofa, I wrap my arms around her and pull her down with me. As her rounded body lies on top of mine, my palm resting against the back of her head, she kisses me like there’s nothing else to do.
The tempo slows, the licks of her tongue coming in longer, thicker strokes. Our lips burn from the onslaught, but not enough to make either of us stop.
As she moves her knees up along my sides, the heat from her pussy hovers over my thickened length. Her wetness leaves a trail down my shaft as she slips her body up.
Gripping both sides of her face, I press my lips against hers in the hardest, most forceful way I can—in a way that causes my chest to pull.
Both palms plant on my chest, she pushes away and sits upright. Her nipples are peaked, her hair spilling around her shoulders. Then she gives me my favorite thing of all: her smile.
Layla
“I think a condom is pointless, don’t you?” I move my hips against him, watching him grit his teeth. “I mean, I was tested again at the doctor. You?”
He squeezes my hips and his eyes close. “I’m clean.”
Planting my hands on either side of his head, I grip the armrest. Tilting my hips until the head of his cock is positioned at my opening, I toy with him for a minute. “You are so hard, Branch.”
“If you don’t sit down on me soon, I’m going to hold you down and pound the shit out of you.”
My laugh makes him open his eyes. He shoots me a slow, sly smile. “God, I love that.”
“What?” I say, still hovered over him. Every few seconds, he raises his hips, but I pull back far enough so he doesn’t part me.
“Your laugh. It’s so untainted by anything. You’re laughing because you’re laughing, not because you think something I said was funny or drawing attention to yourself.”
“I think I have your attention without laughing, handsome.”
