my lips to his every single one of those seconds. Staring at his face and watching how tightly he clenches his jaw to keep himself in control is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Unable to help myself, I lean forward to suck and lick the side of his neck, letting my teeth graze his skin. He hums and moans his approval, and I can feel the vibrations against my lips as I move faster and harder, up and down on top of him.
My orgasm is building quickly; I can feel it pulsing just within my grasp, and it makes me take him in deeper, hold him in place, and grind my hips roughly against that perfect pubic bone of his that hits just the right spot.
My lips continue kissing and sucking at his neck until he speaks softly to me.
“Let me see your face. I want to watch you when you come.”
I immediately pull my head back and stare down into his eyes. I force myself to keep my eyes locked on his even though I want to roll them in the back of my head as I push, thrust, and swivel my hips. He's buried inside of me to the hilt, his hands squeezing and kneading my ass as I move.
“That’s it, baby.” His voice is breathy and soft as he moves one of his hands off of my ass and brings it between us. His thumb finds my clit, and he immediately slides it back and forth over top of it. “Let me feel you come.”
His quiet, whispered words and his thumb moving in small, frantic circles makes me tumble quickly over the edge, my orgasm rushing through me so strongly it forces my toes to curl and keeps my body frozen on top of him, only my hips jerking slightly against his hand as I come.
I don’t even know if I’m making a sound or if the shouts and exclamations are all in my head because my ears are ringing, and I can’t think of anything but the way my body squeezes and pulses around Brady. He grabs onto my hips tightly with both of his hands and slams me up and down on top of him three more times until he thrusts his hips up and holds himself suspended inside of me while he curses through his own release.
“Fuck, Layla! Oh fuck!”
He pulls out and pushes back in roughly one last time before his ass slumps back down on the seat and I collapse on top of him, burying my face into the crook of his neck.
We remain like that for several long minutes, both of us breathing heavy, not saying a word. He’s still inside of me, and I can feel myself pulsing around him. It just makes me want him even more.
The ringing of Brady’s cell phone cuts through the euphoria, and I push myself up from his chest and off of his lap, wincing as he slides out of me. Brady zips up his pants before lifting up his hips and pulls his cell phone out of his back pocket, wrapping his other arm around my shoulders and pulling me against his side.
His kisses the top of my head before he answers, and I have to smile to myself at the sweet gesture.
“Um, yes. She’s right here. Would you like to speak to her?”
I tilt my head back to look up at Brady’s face and he mouths, “Your mother.”
I roll my eyes and sigh, holding my hand out for the phone. He gives it to me and I bring it to my ear, regretting that decision as soon as I do it.
I roll onto my side and check the clock on the nightstand, realizing it’s only one in the morning. I’ve been lying in the king size bed in Layla’s spare bedroom, staring up at the vaulted ceiling for what feels like days, but it’s only been about a half hour.
I flop onto my back with a groan, scrubbing my face with my hands.
Normally during a case, I would be restless from thoughts about the job and what I could be doing better, who I need to talk to the next day, and follow-ups that need completed.
Not this time. This time, my thoughts are occupied with a blonde-haired, blue-eyed enigma of a woman. Every time I drive my truck from now on, I’m going to picture her sitting on my lap, taking me inside of her. I’m going to remember the way