“I am sure.” She rose on to her tiptoes and guided his face down to hers.
Trees groaned and covered her mouth with his own. Her pillowy lips parted, cushioning his entry. As she curled her hand around his neck, her tongue met his shyly. Her breasts pressed to his chest, and she exhaled with him, into him.
Desire gripped Trees, choking him with need. After making herself so emotionally vulnerable, she seemed ready to open herself sexually. It was far more than he’d ever expected.
He pulled back and thumbed her swollen lower lip, his heart jacked up on more than desire. “I’m going to make love to you, honey. I’m going to lavish every bit of pleasure I can on you. Tell me when you’ve had enough.”
She nodded and reached for the hem of the sweatshirt.
He gripped her wrists. “Let me do that.”
Obediently, Laila dropped her arms to her sides.
Trees tucked his fingers under the baggy fleece and slowly lifted it over her head. Underneath, she still wore the threadbare pink tank and the nearly illegal shorts that clung to her every curve and took his breath away.
He swallowed as he reached for her thin top, deliberately lifting it to give Laila a hundred opportunities to object. She said nothing, just affixed her darkening stare on him.
He swallowed as he shed the tank and tossed it to the floor. Next, he popped the button at her waistband. Her zipper followed, a sensuous scratch of noise in the quiet room. Then he peeled the shorts past her hips, eased them down her thighs, and let them drop to the hardwood floor. His breaths turned harsh.
In the winter chill, she shivered, nipples beading inside her plain cotton bra, but she made no move to cover herself. His gaze swept over her every petite curve and soft swell. Yeah, he wanted her. Of course. But not just because she was beautiful or his type. The way she was giving herself honestly made his desire surge. She had no hidden agenda to escape him, test him, or work him over. She simply wanted him.
“You okay?” He skimmed his knuckles over the swell of her breast. “You still want this?”
“Yes.” She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra.
The tiny scrap of cotton fell between them. Suddenly, his view went from leaving little to the imagination to leaving nothing at all.
“Laila…” His stare swept down the heavy hang of her breasts and tight rosy-brown nipples, then scraped the valley of her waist, finally settling on the lush curve of her hip—interrupted by soft beige cotton.
It had to go. He needed her bare.
“You have seen me naked before.”
“You get more beautiful every time I do.”
“Pretty words are not necessary.”
Trees braced his hands on her hips and brought her against his cock, which filled and throbbed for her. “I’m horrible with pretty words, but I’m really damn good with the truth. And that’s what I’m telling you.”
Then he didn’t waste more time talking before he peeled away her underwear. He knelt as she stepped out of them, then tossed the little garment aside. That left him with a face full of her gorgeous pussy. The memory of her taste made him eager to get her on his bed, plant her on her back, and settle his shoulders between her legs again.
Later. Right now, he wanted to merge himself with her. She’d asked for pleasure, but he’d given her that once. He suspected Laila was aching for more, so he intended to tell her he loved her without saying a word.
Trees stood and lifted her against his body. Automatically, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, tilting her head for his kiss. She felt so fucking perfect in his arms as he closed the distance to the bed and laid her across the mattress. He followed her to the fluffy comforter, never breaking their kiss. She opened wider to him, her lips soft and sweet. Trees burrowed into her mouth, sweeping in to tell her silently how beautiful she was. How much he desired her. To promise her that, even after she left, she would always be in his heart.
Beneath him, she parted her thighs, trailing her hands down his back, then under his shirt. Her fingers on his spine made him shudder.
Laila slid the tee up his torso until it gathered around his chest. He had no patience for it—or anything else—coming between them, so he yanked it over his head, breaking their kiss only long enough to tear off the shirt. Then he swooped down to take her lips again, not giving a fuck where he tossed the garment.
Skin to skin, he pressed against her with a groan. Her breasts plastered against his chest so tightly he could feel her heart thundering.
Her fingertips gripped his shoulders, her nails pressing in as she broke away to trail her lips across his jaw and up his neck with rough little pants. “Trees…”
“There’s no rush, little one. We have all night.”
Tomorrow would be a different story. The bosses would likely be up in his business about Laila by morning. But goddamn it, between now and sunrise was theirs.
“I ache for all of you now, but I want it to last forever.”
Holy shit. That was the closest she’d come to expressing feelings for him. Had he managed to steal into her heart more than she’d let on?
“I’ll do everything I can to make tonight feel like a lifetime.” He sealed that vow with a kiss, falling deeper into her mouth as he fell deeper under her spell.
Laila was wide open to him. She wrapped her arms around him and melted against him with a breathy sigh. He skimmed the curves of her torso, feeling his way down to her hips and anchoring her under him. She writhed against his hard-as-hell cock, tearing her lips free to skim them along his neck. God, she was everywhere—rosy-cheeked and breathing hard—pumping out a musk that teased his senses and told him she was aroused.
She nipped at his ear. He twitched and jerked as sensations ricocheted through his body. He growled. In return, she whimpered and offered her mouth to him again. Dizzy and impatient, he covered her lips and took control of their kiss, losing himself in her. He was in so deep he wasn’t sure he’d ever find his way out.
He didn’t fucking care.
Then he stopped thinking and his body took over, ripping at his jeans and toeing off his shoes. Fuck, he’d meant to make this gentle and unrushed, love Laila the way she deserved to be loved, the way she never had been. But she kept urging him on and destroying his restraint.
With a curse, he stood and shucked his pants. “If you need me to slow down, honey, tell me.”
But a glance at her through the shadows told him her nipples were hard as stones. Her pussy was swollen and slick.
“No. I need all of you now.”
They were on the same page—desperate to bond, to feel each other in a way they hadn’t before.
“I need you, too.”
But he had to stop himself from shoving every inch he had inside her, as he had their first time. It had been the tightest fucking fit of his life. She’d closed around him, clinging to him, clutching him every moment he’d been buried deep. And he hadn’t gone easy on Laila, crashing into her stroke after stroke. This time, he needed to hold back, at least a little.
Trees repeated that objective in his head like a litany. And he was on board—until he lowered himself on top of her. He couldn’t resist taking one of her breasts in his mouth and sucking at her like a starving man while working the other between his thumb and fingers.
Beneath him, she arched and cried out, threading her hands through his hair and wrapping herself around him even tighter. “Yes. More…”