I had to laugh at him, and the dark cloud dissipated. The computer could wait a few hours.
Chapter Nineteen
I found him, exactly how he’d said, naked, reading a book, in nothing but his socks. He’d neglected to mention the heavy black hipster glasses that made him look borderline ridiculous, but given my proclivities, it pushed him over to the side of delectable. I crawled on hands and knees up him and trapped him beneath me. He peeled my T-shirt off. I did the same with my pants.
I rolled one of his socks off. Then the other. His toes curled, and he giggled like the Pillsbury Doughboy. I ran a finger along his arch, and he yanked his foot away.
“You’re ticklish.”
“Am not,” he lied.
“No?” I dragged my fingernails along the back of his knee, and he hissed.
“Do that again.”
I did.
His calves were slender but toned, covered in red hair that would match my own if I hadn’t shaved. But I had, because it was nearly summer, and I’d been wearing skirts. And banging a drummer.
Speaking of which, when I got to his thighs, which were substantially thicker than his calves, like he did squats for a living, and maybe he did when he half crouched in front of that drum set, I ran my tongue along the inside of his leg. His groan satisfied me.
“Will you please hurry up, Layla? You are going to drive a man insane.”
I pushed his knee to the side, knocking his legs apart, and despite his griping, he let me. His erection stood out like a neon marquee, demanding my attention, but I zeroed in on his taint, just below his balls. When I licked him, he cursed, and I smiled. I did it again.
“Layla. My God.”
His balls drew up tight, and I took one in my mouth. Then the other. His back arched. I wrapped my hand around his cock, wondering for a humorous second if his dick had done squats as well because, phew, Shane was a handful. I loosened my grip enough to slide up his length while I focused my mouth on the nether regions. The guttural sounds coming from him now were making me moan.
“I’m going to come if you keep that up. And you’re going to regret it.”
I never would. But he made a fair point. I retreated and slithered up beside him. “You are delicious, Shane.”
He kissed me while his hand trailed down my torso to my own wet heat. “You want me.”
“I want you.”
“Because you like me.”
“You know I like you.”
He grinned. “We’re perfect together.”
I couldn’t disagree at the moment. Instead, I threw my leg over him, and he gasped as I centered him beneath me.
“Layla.” He swallowed. “The condoms are in the drawer. Or maybe the bathroom. Somewhere.”
“Do we need one, Shane?”
His fists grasped the sheets, and his eyes closed. “We should use one.”
“I’m on the pill. I’m clean. You?”
“Last I checked, yes. Same. But are you sure?” His eyes were liquid night. “I don’t mind using one.”
His breathing was shallow, and I made a decision to trust him. He was so hard, all I had to do was settle onto his tip and then sit slowly down onto his hips. He said something unintelligible, and I lifted back up.
“Jesus.” His head tilted back, and I took control of him, touching his chest and the muscles along his abs, watching them ripple as I settled into a rhythm. He met me with his thrusts, his hands gripping my hips, helping me up and down.
I fell forward so I could press my lips on him, and as we started to kiss, I slowed, so we could experience this moment together. Skin to skin.
His eyes locked onto mine, and we stared into each other’s souls as I rocked against him, as he rolled into me, an easy beat. Excruciatingly up, deliriously down. He stretched me out and hit that spot deep inside me, again, again, again, until I felt nothing but waves of pleasure. And they built and crashed over me with a sudden intensity.
I groaned out his name, aware that he hadn’t come yet. My forehead fell onto his chest and he flipped me onto my back, still hard, still pumping in me, sweat dripping from his hair, falling onto my forehead, and he picked up the pace, slamming into me harder, faster, uncontrolled, and I went over the brink again, grunting out an animal cry. The word