Page 108 of The Tryst

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I’m in her bedroom, lying down on the king-size bed, my hands parked behind my head, desire filling every cell in my body. “Undress for me, beautiful,” I tell her.

After a good long stretch of dizzying kisses, we finally made it to the bedroom, where she pushed me down on the mattress and stripped me. Fair’s fair. Now I want to enjoy the show.

“If you insist.” Layla nibbles on the corner of her lips, then lifts her hands behind her neck, untying the pink strap of her dress.

When it falls, freeing her beautiful tits, I growl.

I’m up and out of bed in a heartbeat. “I’ll finish the job,” I command, and I slide the dress off her lush body, kissing her as I go. Her neck, her throat, her nipples. Then I’m down on my knees, kissing her soft belly.

I savor the jasmine scent of her skin. The feel of her soft flesh. The way she shudders under my hands. I press a kiss to the top of her panties and then whisk those off her too.

She steps out of them, roaming her hands through my hair, gazing down at me as I look up at her. “Are we really doing this?” she asks with wonder.

I kiss her stomach reverently. “We are, sweetheart. You’re mine. I need you,” I tell her, desperate for her once again.

Her soft fingers tighten in my hair, and she forces me to look up at her. “I need you too. But you have to be here for me.”

My brow knits, and I rise, sweep her hair from her face. We’re both naked, and it’s an odd moment. Standing in our birthday suits, pressing pause on the fucking. But her concerns are too important to ignore. “I will be,” I tell her, meaning it completely.

“I want you all the way. I want you in my life,” she adds, emphatic.

“That’s what I want too,” I say, then I lift a brow. “I thought that was clear?”

She swallows, maybe a little uncomfortably. “It is. But I just want to make sure. I’ve never felt this way. I don’t want to feel like this and then have you walk away.If…”

I get her meaning. I haven’t done the hard thing yet. I haven’tdeclaredus. But she deserves this promise. She’s giving me not just her body, but her big, beautiful heart. “I promise, Layla,” I tell her, with all the conviction I feel. “I’m not backing down. You can trust me.”

She cups my cheek, then runs her thumb along my jaw. “I do trust you. I always have.”

“Good.” I kiss her tenderly. When I break the kiss, I say, “We can wait. We can stop. We can see each other in New York after—”

She laughs then rolls her eyes, pushing me back to the bed again. “I believe you’ve been wantingsomethingin particular for some time.”

A rumble works its way up my chest as I settle onto a pillow, then pat my shoulders. “Fuck my face. And don’t hold back.”

In seconds, she’s climbing over me, her knees on the pillow, her hands on the headboard, and her hot, sweet pussy on my mouth.

Grasping her hips, I pull her close then moan salaciously as I taste her. “It’s only been a day or two, but it’s been too long,” I murmur against her.

“I think you’re insatiable,” she says.

“Ya think?”

“And I like it.”

With a pointed flick of my tongue, I mutter, “Good.”

But then I’m done talking. My lips and tongue are busy pleasing her.

Devouring her.

Savoring her moans, her cries, heroh gods.

She tastes so good and sounds so sexy that my dick is thumping, begging for attention. I don’t deny myself either. My Layla likes it when I’m horny for her. I let go of one hip, grab my cock, and stroke.

“Nick, that’s so hot,” she says on a breathless pant.

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