Chapter 36
Layla
Rushing around my kitchen, my hips sway to the light jazz as I hurry to set the table with simple white dishes and black and white patterned placemats.
I want everything to be perfect. Tonight, I need to let go of my worry and talk to Levi.
There’s no more procrastinating. I got the job with the Mavericks.
My stomach churns, terrified he’ll walk away when I’m already falling for him.
The skirt of my black dress adorned with white polka dots swishes by my knees as I hurry knowing he will be here any minute.
A knock at the door stops me in my tracks and I spin around, my ponytail slapping me in the face. Pausing at the mirror, I reassess my appearance, tugging at the straps on the top of my outfit, a halter, hooking at the back of my neck. Quickly, I reapply my red lipstick and pucker my lips.
“Coming,” I call, my bare feet slapping against the wood floor as I run to the door.
Yanking the door open, I look up at Levi, dressed in faded jeans and a dark green V-neck shirt and smile. “Hi.”
“Wow, Layla, you look gorgeous.”
“You’re so sweet,” I say, feeling my cheeks warm. “Come in.”
As I move back from the door, he grips my waist and pulls my body flush to his, sealing his lips over mine. Trailing his fingers up my side, to my jaw, he holds me in place his mouth gliding, in a tender caress.
Breaking the kiss, I gasp for breath at the unexpected but welcome onslaught. Looking into my eyes, he gives me a crooked smile. “Sorry. I couldn’t help myself. You wore this dress on purpose didn’t you?” he asks eliciting a giggle.
“Dinner is almost ready. I’m not the best cook, but I do okay.”
He inhales deeply. “What are we having? Fish? It smells delicious.”
“Thank you. Yes, you’re right. I made salmon with rice pilaf and sautéed broccoli and garlic. Why don’t you sit down at the table and I’ll bring it out,” I suggest, nibbling on my lower lip.
“Let me help you.”
I shake my head. “Not today. I want to do this for you. You’ve made me so many meals and I’ve helped you with a few, but it’s my turn this time.”
Grinning, he agrees, “Okay, I enjoy doing things for you though. You don’t ever owe me anything.”
“I know.”
“How about I’ll stay here for a kiss.”
I snort and cover my mouth. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I love your laugh,” he claims, only making me laugh harder. “It’s cute.”
Pushing up on my tiptoes, I give him a chaste kiss. “There’s your kiss,” I taunt, spinning away.
Chuckling, he says, “That’s not nearly enough.”
The buzzer goes off on the oven. “Too bad. You’re going to have to wait. I’m not about to let dinner burn.”
A few minutes later, I return to the table, setting a plate in front of him and another directly across the table. “This looks and smells incredible, Layla.” I sit down, watching him as he takes a bite, his eyes lighting up. “Wow, this is so good.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“Thank you. Can I ask what the special occasion is?”
“Does it have to be a special occasion to do something nice?”
“No, it’s better when it’s not.” My stomach twists at his words. “So, where is your brother tonight?” he asks, giving me a reprieve.
“He went to Las Vegas for the night.”
“Seriously?” He arches his eyebrows in surprise.
“Yeah, he’s meeting up with a couple of his teammates.”
“So, I have you for the entire night without the risk of someone walking in on us?”
My cheeks flush, and I swallow the salmon in my mouth. “I guess you could say that.”
We finish eating and he steps around the table, holding out his hand. “Dance with me?”
“What?”
“You have music on. Dance with me, please.”
I grasp his hand and he playfully jerks me into him. Laughing, I stumble forward. His palm splays across my back, his pinkie dusting my ass. My hand rests on his hard chest, the feel of his thundering heartbeat causing my fingers to tingle.
We sway back and forth, pinpricks spreading across my skin and my chest tight. When I’m close to him like this, it’s hard to focus on anything but how I’m feeling. He spins me around and brings me back to him once again.
Reaching up, his hand gently grips my ponytail, tilting my head back until I meet his smoldering gaze. He lowers his head, eliminating the space between us. Our mouths move in time with the music and I melt into him. Gasping, he breaks our kiss. His lips trail down my neck giving me goosebumps.
“Levi,” I whimper, “I want you.”
Suddenly releasing my hair, his arm zips down my back to my knees and he scoops me up, sweeping me into his arms. I squeal and he chuckles over my mouth. “I’m taking you to your room.” His lips come back to mine and he kisses me as he strides down the hall into my bedroom.
Laying me on the bed, he looks down at me full of desire. Reaching back with one arm, he grasps his shirt and yanks it over his head, tossing it on the floor. “You look gorgeous in this dress, but I want to worship you out of it.”
My breathing picks up its pace and I beg, “Please.”
Rising to my knees, his head falls to the crook of my neck and he places open mouth kisses along my collarbone while he unhooks my dress at the back of my neck.
Grazing his hands down my back, he finds the short zipper and slowly drags it down.
Letting go of the dress, it drops to the bed, pooling around my knees and leaving me in nothing except my black, lace thong.
He exhales harshly. “You’re absolutely breathtaking.
” Pulling me close, his body covers mine, his hard shaft pressing into my belly.
Laying me down, he slides my dress off the rest of the way and drops it to the floor.
He crawls over me, my hands wandering over the lines of his muscles from his chest and down his abs.
“I have it on authority that I’m cleared for all activities. ”
“You’re cleared, huh?”
“Mm-hm,” he hums. His tongue juts out, licking my neck in the spot behind my ear that drives me wild. Moving down, he kisses my collarbone, continuing on to my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple. “Ah, Levi.” Arching towards him, my body prickles, coming alive. “I want…I need…” I pant.
“I know baby, I’ve got you.”
One hand covers my breast, kneading and then, pinching my already pert nipple between his fingers. At the same, his mouth covers my other breast. His tongue swirls around my nipple, flicking it before he sucks it into his mouth, slowly releasing it.
My hands continue roaming his body as he switches, giving the other breast the same treatment with both his mouth and hand.
Releasing me with a pop, he licks and kisses his way over my belly, along my thigh and nibbling over my sex, his hot breath causing my juices to flow, soaking my thong before he removes it completely and tosses it on the floor.
Sticking his tongue out, he firmly glides it along my slit, my body nearly bucking off the bed. “Ahh!”
“Fuck, you’re so sensitive tonight.” He licks me again, gently sucking my clit into his mouth.
Releasing it, his tongue moves in slow circles around my clit, down my folds and back up to my bud circling it once again.
The slow, firm licking, circling and sucking has my body on fire.
Both my hands weave into his hair and gently tug him towards my pussy, but he can’t get any closer.
Instead, he continues the leisurely, methodical, repetitive assault on my pussy.
Breathless I gasp louder, pleading, “Levi, please. Don’t stop.”
Reaching up, he pinches and rolls my nipples, while he feasts on my pussy. Burning deep in my belly spreads like wildfire, my insides swelling and tingling. Grasping his hair, I scream his name as I explode on his tongue. “Levi!”
Grabbing his pants, he slides a condom out of the pocket and drops them to the floor. Ripping the wrapper, he rolls it on, staring at me, watching me as he licks his lips. Climbing over me once again, he stares down at me, hovering at my entrance. “Are you ready?”
I nod and he plunges inside me in one move, filling me up and making me gasp. My walls squeeze his cock, instantly reigniting my desire. My body thrums with awareness and I know it won’t take much to drive me over the edge a second time. “I need you to move,” I beg.
Pushing up on his arms, he looks down on me and holds my gaze as he rolls his hips slow, and diving deep, hitting the back of my pussy.
I arch my back to meet every thrust, our bodies gliding in a slow dance.
My breathing picks up and my insides wrap around him like a glove.
Every lunge, and every circle of his hips towards mine has me desperate.
His intense gaze, his cock, his rigid body, his kiss, it’s all too much, but I want all of it and more.
Increasing his pace, he slides into my hot, wet pussy, skin slapping on skin, both of us gasping. Both of my hands slap his ass and squeeze as if yanking him towards me and urging him to come inside.
My eyes blur and I struggle to breathe, feeling like I’m about to burst. “More, Levi,” I beg and he impossibly does as I ask, harder and faster, my insides sparking and taking me to the edge and letting me fall.
“Levi,” I whimper, finally letting go, my pussy squeezing him as I feel him reaching his climax, his eyes never leaving mine until he can’t take it anymore and they flutter closed.
“Fuck, Layla,” he mutters, pounding into me, my walls clenching, milking him. He finally collapses, dropping his head to my chest making me realize my fingers are still grasping his hair. Loosening my hold, my hands smooth down his hair.
Lifting his head, he looks at me and grins. “I’m going to go clean up. I’ll be right back.” He slides out and I immediately feel the loss.
Returning quickly, he lays on the bed and gathers me into his arms, both of us breathless. Running his hand up and down my back, a smile curves his lips as he whispers, “I love you, Layla.”