One Night A Real Man - Jenika Snow Page 0,5

haven’t called me that in a long time.”

I gave her a wink and set the clothes on the edge of the bed beside her. She looked down at them as if confused then glanced at me before allowing herself to fall back, her arms stretched out above her, her shirt riding up slightly to show a swatch of her belly. I could see her navel, and my cock jerked. God, she looked good spread out like that on my bed. All kinds of obscene images slammed into my brain, and I beat them back.

“I’ll get you some ibuprofen and a bottle of water. We’re gonna need it come morning.” I went to turn and leave, when she reached out and grabbed my hand, halting me. I was surprised how fast she managed the act.

“Don’t go,” she said as she looked up at me, her hair slightly rumpled, this glow surrounding her.

I had to go, because the temptation of her was way too fucking hard to resist.

I ran my free hand over my jaw and shook my head. “I think we should both crash, Leila.”

She nodded. “Just sleep here. I won’t bite.” She grinned.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t slept beside her plenty of times, but that had been years ago when we’d still been kids.

I didn’t know what was going on with me that I couldn’t keep my control under a lock and key. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was that my love for her was boiling over the top, and I couldn’t contain it anymore.

What I did know for sure was that I had to leave this room, or I wouldn’t be able to control myself where Leila was concerned.

4

Leila

I was drunk, but not so trashed that I didn’t feel the lust consuming me as I stared at Devon. He’d given me a change of clothes, saying I could take his bed while he took the couch. But we were both adults, had slept in the same bed plenty of times. Granted, we’d been young, but even then, my desire for him had been tangible.

I patted the bed beside me right before I let myself fall back again and closed my eyes. It felt good lying down, but not nearly as good as the scent of Devon that surrounded me or the feel of his sheets right beneath me. The noise that came from me was all about how good I felt being here with Devon and amongst his things.

I’d seen the hesitation on his face when I mentioned sharing the bed, when I told him to sit next to me. Surely he didn’t feel weird about it? Maybe he noticed how I stared at him, came to the conclusion I felt more than just being friends with him? But I felt the mattress give way a bit as he got on the bed beside me, and then he was lying down, both of us quiet.

I should have just gone to sleep, let the alcohol take me away, but I was too strung out on the pleasure I felt for Devon, at the feel of his big, hard body right beside me, and of the feeling of his arm pressed against mine.

I rose up and braced my upper body with my elbows, looking over at him. His legs hung over the end of mattress, his right arm over the side. I breathed out heavily, trying to catch my breath, because Devon was a big guy, alpha and strong. He made me feel so very feminine.

His chest rose and fell evenly, his eyes closed. I stared at his face, the way his dark hair was mussed. He’d been running his hands through it a lot tonight. I knew he’d been upset about why I’d lost my job. But he controlled himself and hadn’t brought it up again. Although I knew he wouldn’t let it go.

God, I wanted Devon so much, and the fog, the blur of the liquor racing through my blood, had me reaching out and running my fingers along the center of his chest. Even though I only had a few fingers pressed to him, I felt his heat, the hardness of his muscles. My body was on fire, my pussy wet, my nipples hard. Every part of me tingled, so alive I didn’t know how to breathe in that moment.

My love for him was so strong, so fierce, that it sucked the life out of me, had my stomach, my chest clenching so painfully I