Page 87 of Never Really Over

“Because.” She lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “It makes me think things it’s too soon to think.”

“It’s soon, yes, but I’m thinking them, too.”

The smile she gives me makes my heart damn near explode.

“When we were younger, I thought you were the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. I couldn’t imagine how much more beautiful you would become.”

“Colt…” she whispers.

And then we’re kissing. It’s not the first time we’ve kissed, but it might as well be. The questions between us are answered. The concerns faded away. Now it’s just us, nothing holding us back.

She climbs on my lap, straddling me and thank goodness she chose to wear a dress. Sliding my hands up the back of her legs, I cup her ass and give it a squeeze. Layla grinds against me in response and I almost come unglued.

Our mouths stay connected and she continues to move against me in a way that I know we’ll have a repeat of two nights ago if we don’t move off this couch.

“Not saying I don’t love this, or that we have to…”

She jumps off my lap and dashes toward my bedroom before I even finish what I was going to say.

I race after her, peeling my shirt off and tossing it behind me along the way. I catch up to her easily, pinning her against the hallway wall with her arms above her head. “Trying to get away from me?”

“Never. Never again.”

I kiss her hard, pressing myself against her. She cries out, wiggling her hands so I release them.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart,” I say in a low voice, keeping her hands held tightly. “They stay here, you understand?’

She whimpers and nods frantically. “Yes, mm hmm. Yup.”

The skirt of her dress is bunched up and I reach between us, rubbing her over her underwear. She squirms and wiggles, making our kiss sloppy and clumsy. I can feel her wetness through the thin material.

Needing more of her, I move us to my bedroom, carrying her down the short hallway.

“Are you ready for this? If you aren’t, tell me now and we’ll slow down.”

With her hands cradling my face, she kisses me hard, causing me to stumble through my door, kicking it shut behind us. “If you slow down, I might just have to hit you.”

“No hitting required,” I say, chuckling. I set her on her feet and she sways a little, watching me as I unbutton my shorts and let them fall to the floor along with my boxers. “Now,” I snap and point at her, “I want to see all of you.”

“Ask nicely.”

“You really want to play that game?”

She nods, biting her lip.

“All right then. Now, Layla.”

“Such sweet words,” she croons, pulling my sweatshirt off. Then she reaches under her dress and like the little minx she is, pulls off her underwear and steps out of them.

“More,” I demand, beginning to stroke myself.

Her eyes linger on my erection and she licks her lips. She looks as eager as I am.

“If you insist.”

Her dress comes off next, leaving her in only her bra. I raise an eyebrow and give her a pointed look and I half expect her to protest but she doesn’t. Just reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of our discarded clothing. Her breasts fall free and my heart pounds. Her pink nipples are hard and taunting me. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting every part of her.

Continuing to stroke, I step forward. Lifting a finger, I instruct her to spin around so I can see everything. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Every inch of you. The things I want to do to you…”

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