Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
She laughed. “Yeah, same. Although—” She held up her hand in front of her face. “—I see two of these.”
I laughed and didn’t stop myself from lifting my hand and pushing away a stray lock that brushed along her cheek. I swore she tensed, her cheeks getting redder. Was it from my touch or the alcohol?
I cleared my throat and let my arm fall back to my side, curling my hand into a fist to keep from touching her again. “You can take my bed. I’ll crash on the couch.”
She snorted and waved off my statement. “You sleep on the couch? Don’t be ridiculous.” She tipped slightly to the side but righted herself. “Come on, help me to bed, because as it is, I’m gonna end up falling and tripping over my own feet.” As if to emphasize her point, she spun on her heel, nearly losing her footing.
I reached out and pulled her in close to me to keep her from falling. Her chest was pressed right up on mine, and the feeling of her breasts against my hardness, her softness against my masculinity, had my fucking dick getting even harder. I could’ve groaned at the feel of her. She had her hands on my pectoral muscles, and I didn’t miss how she curled her nails gently into my shirt. Electricity shot through my veins at that touch.
I pulled away a little too quickly, and she stumbled, but I kept my arm wrapped around her waist, steadying her. I cleared my throat and lifted my free hand to rub it over the back of my neck. “Come on, let’s get you to bed before you pass out right on the kitchen floor.” I was doing everything in my power not to just stare at her, not to let all the emotions I had inside me for Leila just explode forth until it consumed both of us.
We walked down the hallway, and I pushed open my bedroom door, turning on the light and leading her over to the mattress. She sat down on the edge unceremoniously, making a noise as if it were the best feeling in the world.
I walked over to my dresser and pulled open the drawer, grabbing a white T-shirt and a pair of sweats. She’d be swimming in them, but it was better than the clothes she’d been wearing at the bar. I knew I just needed to crash, sleep this off, and wake up with a fresh head before I did something that would be crossing lines.
Leila braced her hands on the edge of the mattress and stared at me, this little smile on her face. It had my heart jumping in my chest.
“Peanut.” She giggled. “You 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.