Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 162138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
I pinched her nipple. “Open your eyes.”
She moaned, biting her lip as she shook her head. I stopped moving.
“No.” She gasped. Her eyes popped open as her hands flew from the sheets to my thighs. “Oh my God, Lachlan, please don’t fucking stop.” She ground her hips against me, and fuck, while it felt amazing, I held her and stopped the movement.
“Look at me when I fuck you.” I tightened my grip on her hips when she tried to move again. “I want to see you come. I want to see everything.”
“I don’t know if I can,” she whispered. “I’ve never done. . .I don’t do that.”
“You think I do?” The chuckle made my dick twitch inside her. “I don’t do a lot of the things that I do with you.” I leaned down and kissed her. “Look at me, Lyla James. Let me have this.”
“I’ll try,” she whispered.
I lifted her hips off the bed when I started fucking her again. She kept her eyes on mine. Okay, I said I wanted it, but this was intimate as fuck. It was intense. I pulled out nearly all the way and thrust deep. She clenched around me again.
“Holy fuck. The way you squeeze my cock.” I gripped her hips tighter, fucked her faster, faster, and harder.
Her legs started to shake. Her pussy clenched tightly around me as she started to come. She opened her mouth and let out little gasps, biting her lip as her eyes started to roll back. My pace grew wild. Heat engulfed me from head to toe as I came apart, growling and throwing my head back as the last drop of my come hit the condom. I’d never seen anything more beautiful than the sight of her coming on my cock.
CHAPTER 13
LYLA
I was spent. I got more condoms from Marissa’s room, and we had sex three more times in different positions. It was like he had memorized a Kama Sutra manual. We were lying in bed after going to the bathroom, cleaning up, and putting on some clothes. We both put on our underwear, and I threw on a t-shirt as if a few articles of clothing would stop us from doing it again. We were back in bed. I linked my fingers with his. I didn’t know why I did it, but it felt natural. Too much of this felt like we’d been doing it together for a lifetime. When he asked me to look at him during sex, I didn’t think I could. At the moment, I almost looked away, but the intensity in his eyes held me captive.
“I don’t do sleepovers,” I said. His body coiled beneath me. I looked up and met his gaze. “I mean, I’ve never done it, but you can stay. . .if you want.”
“Why?” He turned his body, brought his elbow to the pillow, and propped his head on his hand. I did the same. I knew what he was asking: why was I letting him stay?
“I don’t know.”
He searched my eyes. “You don’t know, or you don’t want to tell me?”
“No, I really don’t know.” I landed on my back and looked up at the ceiling. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I shouldn’t be doing any of this, but I can’t stop because you’re just. . .I can’t. . .”
“Come here.” His large, rough hand gripped my hip and turned me toward him again. “You said you were going to tell me something after.”
“Did I?” My heart pounded.
Why did I say that? I couldn’t tell him now, not after everything we’d done, not after he’d made me hold eye contact during sex each time we’d done it. Well, he’d made me do it the first time, but we’d done it without speaking of it in the times that followed. It was intense and not necessarily comfortable, but Lach was right. The look in his eyes was a sight to behold when he came apart. I’d never do it again. Not with anyone else, at least. It was too personal.
“You did. You told me to remind you.”
“Hm. I don’t remember what it was.”
“Well, I’ll have to stay until you do.” He smirked.
“Do you stay over at girls’ houses after you hook up with them?”
“Lyla.” He stared at me.
I bit my cheek, trying to fight the jealousy that crept up on me as I awaited his answer. Maybe it was better that I didn’t know the answer to that.
“You don’t have to answer that,” I said quickly.
“I don’t even kiss the girls I hook up with. What makes you think I’d stay over?” His expression was serious. “This is. . .” He shook his head again like he couldn’t find a way to describe it.
“I know.” I scooted closer to him and ran the back of my hand over his face. He looked at me for a long moment. I opened my mouth to speak and shut it quickly, averting my eyes as I thought about how to broach the topic I needed to discuss with him.