Ever After Awaits (Layla) novel Chapter 37

The kiss spins my whole life on its axis.

This is the first time Layla has instigated a kiss, and I will not be taking it for granted.

I know I placed my hands on the roof of her car to avoid pawing at her like a wild animal. But goddammit, I need to touch her skin and feel her squirming in my arms.

My left hand goes to her hip but immediately dips below the hem of her shirt – wanting, no, needing skin–to–skin contact.

A breath of contentment leaves me when I feel how silky–smooth she is, how warm she is underneath my touch, and how responsive she gets when goosebumps pebble beneath my fingertips.

My right hand tangles in the silky strands at the nape of her neck, pulling ever so slightly to get the perfect angle, enabling me to consume her.

Nudging my thigh between her legs, she instinctively opens them wider so I can fit perfectly against her mound. Her soft moan that spills into my mouth makes me harder than I’ve ever been and is the final confirmation that Layla is the girl for me.

Reluctantly, I break the kiss, but I don’t go too far. I peck and nibble my way across her jaw to her ear and whisper, “I want you to be a good girl for me and ride my leg. Make yourself come. I want to see you fall apart for me.”

Tilting my head back, I gaze into her eyes, needing to see if I’ve pushed her too far too soon. We are in a parking lot, after all. And even though it’s dark with only a few working lampposts, anybody could saunter over and discover us.

But a look of need and unadulterated desire burns in those beautiful amber eyes, almost making them glow like melted gold. The sight makes me happy. I can’t believe I’m the one who’s eliciting that reaction and that I’ll be the one who’ll reap the rewards.

While holding my gaze, she starts grinding on my leg, slowly and tentatively at first and I can’t help but watch her because I’ve never seen anything beautiful and erotic.

“That’s it, baby. Take your pleasure from me,” I encourage her before leaning down to resume our feverish kiss.

Her movements become more pronounced as she builds her confidence. Her need to crest that hill of pleasure is taking the reins, and I can feel the tension building in her body. Her soft whimpers and moans enthrall me, enslave me, and ensure that I’ll never look at anybody but her.

I have a sneaking suspicion that Layla might still be a virgin, or at the very least has minimal experience when it comes to sex. So, I’m walking a thin line here. Wanting to coax her into exploring her desires without making her feel as if I’m pressuring her into doing something she’s not ready for.

For this girl, I’m willing to wait months or even years until she is ready, so long as I’m the one she shares those intimate moments with.

Her hands have slipped to my back and underneath my shirt. She’s digging her nails into my back as if attempting to ground herself to me in this moment. And that slight bit of pain mixed with the pleasure that is coursing through me like a live wire, is making it extremely difficult not to blow my load in my pants like a teenage boy who just discovered his dad’s porn collection.

Slipping my left hand slowly up her back and somewhat towards her front, my thumb grazes the side of her full breast. I stay there for a bit, lazily swiping my thumb against the laciness of her bra, giving her time to push me away should she not feel comfortable.

But her sudden intake of breath, coupled with her more forceful thrusts against my thigh, tells me I’m on the right track. God, she’s beautiful like this.

Deciding to push my luck somewhat, I bring my hand forward, cupping her luscious tit, my thumb skimming over her hardened nipple in a gentle circular motion.

Oh god, Cade,” she breathes out in a ragged voice, tipping her head backward, allowing me to explore the elegant column of her neck. Nipping, licking, and sucking her delicate skin, my control is quickly slipping.

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I have an urge to bite her so I can mark her as mine. I want to give her a hickey that can be seen from outer space. Every other man on this planet (except for Hunter and Al) needs to know that she is off–limits. How mad would she be if I gave in to my caveman tendencies?

Our movements are becoming more feverish. I’m attempting to touch every inch of her skin within my reach. She’s clawing at my back. I’m pushing my thigh harder into her, trying to place more pressure on her sensitive bud so she can find the release she is after.

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Chapter 37: Cade POV

I pinch her tight nipple between my thumb and forefinger and in the next breath the explodes.

Grabbing onto me, she buries her face in my neck and bites down on my trap muscle, effectively dampening her cry of pleasure, while slowly riding out her orgasm on my thigh.

Everything comes together like the perfect storm, and I come right alongside her, feeling a wet patch spreading in my bozers. Do I feel a thamed! No. 01 regret it? No. Would I do it again? A million times yes if it meant I could do it with Layla.

We stand there for a bit, catching our breath, allowing our bodies to settle down, and enjoying being in the other’s arms in this moment of silent bliss:

I’m the first to pull away, cupping her cheek and dipping my head so I can look her in the eye. “You okay, Sunshine?”

She sighs in satisfaction and says, “I’m good,” before giving me a tentative smile.

“No regrets?” I ask, needing to know if I took this too far. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if she felt that I backed her into a comer, and she only went along with it so I wouldn’t be disappointed.

“None at all,” she says with a flirty smile that instantly settles my agitation.

Giving her a final peck on the lips 1 gently usher her into her car, “Now get into your car and go home woman, before I pull you into the backseat and finish what we started.”

She giggles but doesn’t argue, closing her door and opening her window once the car is on.

Not able to let her go just yet, I lean down, resting on my forearms, and give her a filthy kiss through the window. I’m rewarded with anotser groan from her and that’s my cue to step back so she can leave.

“Drive safe. Let me know when you are home, please?”

“Yes Dad,” she snarks at me while rolling her eyes.

Walking backward, I wink at her and say, “I like it when you call me Daddy.”

In her eyes, a look of utter shock is immediately followed by banked heat. Interesting.

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the stranger is Xavier. he needs to tell all of them his feelings. I hope he becomes part of this polygamous relationship. there is way more to his story then even his friends k…

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