Chapter Six #2
Her long, sexy moan when I put her on her feet and penetrated her with my fingers nearly broke me. I was beyond ready to flip her on the bed and sink into her in one thrust. But I didn’t. This was more than physical gratification.
My hand reached for a condom in the nightstand. Furiously, I freed it from the wrapper and slid it down my rock-hard cock.
Her hungry eyes watched my every movement.
I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. I wanted her the way we’d almost been in the shower, so I backed her against the wall to duplicate our position. After allowing her to align us, I thrust up, slowly at first and then all the way to the hilt.
My mouth devoured hers in a kiss that couldn’t scratch the surface of how I wished I could express my emotions. All of my pent-up feelings were manifesting themselves in carnal form.
With a thud, her head smacked against the wall.
She didn’t seem to care. Her fingernails raked over my shoulders.
She was getting close. I’d learned her body, her tells and the hidden clues as to what got her off.
Readjusting my angle so I was hitting the spot I’d come to know well over the last couple of days, I brought her toward climax.
“Yes. Please, yes.” Her words were music to my ears, pushing me to go faster. Harder. Taking her over the edge, where I reveled in the sounds filling the room, those of her orgasm, followed by mine.
While we caught our breath, we stayed joined, with me supporting her weight against the wall. Finally, I eased out of her and set her on her feet.
“Be right back,” I murmured after giving her a quick kiss. Not only did I need to dispose of the condom, but I also needed a moment. A moment to gather my senses. I was in too deep and needed to pull back some so I didn’t spoil our last couple days together.
By the time I returned to the bedroom, I’d stowed whatever emotions I’d been experiencing and was operating in safer territory. Thankfully, she made it easy to get there by keeping things light.
“So, are you going to feed me or what?” She pinched my ass when I went for my dresser, making me chuckle.
“Yes, ma’am. Let me get some clothes.” I opened a drawer, searching for something comfortable.
“That would be a shame. You could at least go shirtless for my viewing pleasure.”
After pulling out some sleep pants, I put them on and turned toward her. “Does the same apply to you?”
“How about I steal one of your T-shirts, leave off my bra, and put on a thong?”
“No arguments here.” I handed her a folded white T-shirt and watched as she put it over her head and sniffed the collar.
Next, she grabbed a pale pink thong out of her bag.
What was there about a woman in a man’s T-shirt that was so innately sexy?
Of course, seeing her lips swollen from my kisses did something, too.
“I’d better get downstairs before we both starve. ”
In the kitchen, we made small talk while I chopped up veggies for a salad. She sat at my island on a stool, crossing her perfectly toned legs as she watched me.
“You sure I can’t help? I may not be a great cook, but I can be a decent sous chef.”
I flashed her a grin. “Nope, you sit there looking beautiful.” The salad was simple, with lettuce, cucumber, peppers, and tomato. “What do you have on your schedule for tomorrow?”
“Dentist appointment. Then I have to go shopping for some things I’ll need.”
I wanted to ask what those things were in order to obtain some clues about her destination. But I decided to stay with our game instead. “They let you take stuff into the witness protection program?”
She grinned. “Perhaps. Maybe I’m in witness protection now, and Layla isn’t my real name, and my hair isn’t really black.”
“It’s quite the cover, having your brother a part of it. Perhaps the entire family’s involved?”
“In that case we’re screwed because my mom can’t keep a secret. At all.”
“Guess now I know who to call to find out where you’re off to for the year.”
I was joking, but a look of panic crossed her face, which drained of blood.
“I was kidding,” I assured her. “I respect your privacy.” Even if it was driving me crazy she couldn’t or wouldn’t tell me where she was going or what she’d be doing.
“Thank you,” she murmured, seeming to relax at my apology.
After the vegetables were chopped, I took the chicken out of the refrigerator. I was decent at grilling any meat, but chicken parmigiana and lasagna were my two put-some-work-into-it type of meals.
“Are you seeing your parents again before you leave?”
“No. This last weekend was enough. Especially with my mother. Unfortunately, she never got over my rejection of the plans she had for me when I was younger.”
Suddenly, I recalled a snippet of a memory from my college years when I’d seen family pictures at Russ’s house the times he’d invite me over for a weekend dinner. “Wait. Did you model or do some sort of contest when you were a kid?”
She groaned, clearly not loving the recollection. “I was in beauty pageants up until age fifteen. Did Russ tell you?”
“Maybe. But I also remember seeing pictures at your house. Years ago during college, Russ used to invite us over for dinner sometimes. You were living in LA.”
“Those pictures remain. A shrine to what could’ve been. My mother was Miss Washington 1984.”
“I take it that was her dream for you, then?”
Her sigh told me this was a sticky subject. “Yeah, it was. One I unfortunately shattered when I refused to be her personal Barbie doll any longer. How about your parents? Are they local?”
“They live a few hours south of here. Along with my little sister, they’re in Portland. She’s finishing up her master’s degree down there, and my dad and mom both retired last year. I suspect I’ll get a few more visits now that they have the freedom to travel.”
“Is that a good or bad thing?”
I chuckled, understanding what she meant.
“My mother will fuss about whether I’m eating or sleeping enough.
My father will complain about politics and the Seahawks offensive line, but I don’t see them enough to mind it.
Of course, that being said, I don’t think I could last more than a week together with them. ”