“Well, I’m fine, so now you can leave.”
“Okay. Do you need help getting out of your dress?”
Holy shit, I don’t like that offer. Not one bit. I almost come out of my hiding spot to tell him I’m the only one getting her out of her dress when she says, “No, thanks.”
“Okay. Well, then I guess I’ll go. Good night.”
“Good night,” Lyla responds. The door opens and then closes again. I hear her turn several locks.
“Who was that?” I ask when she walks back around the corner that I’m leaning on.
“One of my dad’s guys. He’s a newly patched member of the Devil Hounds and my date to the wedding. I left without telling him.”
“Your date?” I repeat.
She rolls her green eyes. “He was ordered to take me, but he’s not interested in me.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because he told me so. And that’s fine with me.”
I’m not sure why I care if she had a date to her sister’s wedding or why I’m relieved that there’s nothing going on between them. But I feel a little drunk on jealousy and find myself doing the opposite of what I just mentally promised myself.
“Turn around.”
Lyla’s lips part as if to ask why before her gaze skims down my bare chest. Her cheeks are flushed when she dutifully turns around.
I lift up her hair this time before she can. Running my fingers through the thick, soft red waves, I gather them up like a man usually does when a woman’s mouth is on him.
Holding her hair up with my left hand, I start unzipping her dress with the right. I was still half-hard from before, and I’m suddenly at full mast again.
This, helping a woman out of her dress, is as close to sex as I’ve had in years. I savor every slow, descending inch, going a little lower than the first time, just above her panty line where the zipper ends. Her entire back is exposed to me. The lace of her white bra is sexy and alluring as hell.
As if reading my mind, knowing how hot undressing her has me, Lyla says softly, “You can undo my bra too…if you want.”
God, yes.
I don’t have to be told twice. I let her hair down to use both hands on either side of the hook to unlatch the three prongs. Before the sides part, Lyla shivers at the brush of my knuckles on her skin. She tries to hide it by grabbing up her hair again with both hands.
“My necklace’s clasp?”
Now she’s just taunting me.
But I can’t resist reaching for the thin, silver chain. I have to spin it around her neck to find the clasp on it. It takes my big fingers longer than it should to get it done.
As soon as it’s released, the chain starts sliding down her chest before I reach around to lay my hand on it, catching it since her hands are holding her hair. The move puts the front of my body flush with Lyla’s backside. My bare chest to her bare back. The kind of skin-to-skin contact I forgot I even missed.
“Oh,” she says in surprise, either from the feel of my slick skin or because she feels me, long and hard, as she drops her hair. “You’re still…”
Looks like it was the second one.
I try to think of how to respond, to pretend it’s no big deal when it is a huge deal to me and getting bigger by the second.
The decent thing to do would be to apologize and go jump out that bathroom window before I do something stupid.
But then Lyla pulls her dress sleeves down her arms. When she lets go, it puddles on the floor around her feet, leaving her standing before me in nothing but her white lace panties that match her bra. The bra itself is hanging on, the straps lowering down her arms but not completely off yet.
“Touch me,” she says quietly as she covers my hand on her chest with hers. “Please.”
“That’s a bad idea,” I tell her honestly, my voice several octaves deeper. “If I start, I may not be able to stop. It’s been so long…”
“Then don’t stop.”
“I should go. This isn’t why I stayed,” I reply but can’t make my hand move away from her.
“I know, but it’s why I wanted you to stay.”
“You…you were having a bad night. You got hurt,” I remind her.
“I’m not that hurt. It’s just a few scratches.”
“Lyla…”
“I want to feel wanted. Just for tonight.” Her hand pushes mine down lower, inside one of her loose bra cups. I fill my entire hand with her heavy breast, and goddamn, there’s still more of it.
I’ve always been a tit man. When I used to enjoy watching porn, a nice pair of bouncing breasts was all it took to get myself off. I stopped watching that shit a long time ago because it felt empty, made me feel hollow.
This – holding, squeezing one of Lyla’s breasts in my palm, making her gasp loud enough for me to hear it – is everything. Every cell of my body feels alive again. I want to touch and taste every inch of her.
The fact that she’s the last person I should be with tonight for so many reasons doesn’t seem to matter. If anything, the forbidden aspect only makes me want her even more.
It’s not even about her sister, whose name I can’t recall right now. I’m just desperate for Lyla.
She said she wants me too. So, I’ll give her that night to remember she asked for and maybe find a little part of my old self in the process.
CHAPTER TEN
Lyla
I’m afraid to move. If I breathe too loudly, I fear that Barrett may stop touching me and leave.
If he leaves now, I think I would cry.
But I don’t want my first time to be standing in a hallway. I believe what he said, about how once he starts, he won’t be able to stop. I don’t want him to. I just want to lie down on a soft surface before my trembling knees give out.
I know we shouldn’t. I do. But the forbidden aspect of it has me so turned on I’m burning up inside.
That’s why I cave and ask, “Should we…do you want to go to my room?”
As if those were the magic words, Barrett snaps. He jerks my bra down to get both of his greedy hands on my breasts, squeezing them hard while rubbing himself against my backside through his jeans. His mouth attacks my neck, kissing, licking, biting, sucking. It’s like he’s in a frenzy, and I love it. Everything he does feels so good and sends a jolt of surprise through me. I’m tingling all over, throbbing between my legs.
Eventually, Barrett spins me around, which is both scary and exciting. I’m scared the magic will stop when we’re face-to-face, that he won’t be as horny as he seemed to be from behind me. But at least I finally get to put my hands on his hard body now. His shoulders are still slick from the baby oil when I grab them. And all I can think about is wanting to take his pants off and rub some oil on that long, hard part of his body I first felt in the bathroom. I thought I was mistaken until the second time it happened…
Cupping either side of my face, Barrett tilts it up so I’m forced to meet his gaze. “Lyla, are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes.”
My answer is instantly rewarded with his mouth crashing down on mine. It’s a ferocious first kiss that would’ve made me stumble backward if Barrett’s arms didn’t wrap around me so tightly. The fronts of our bodies press together for the first time, his hard, hairy chest against my own soft one. It’s new and different but comforting all at the same time, like being wrapped up in my favorite cozy blanket in front of a fire. Every inch of my skin is overheating, yet I still want more of his warmth against me.