Page 83 of Spin The Bottle
I let out a snort. She clearly hasn’t seen what I can do at the gym. “Leila, give me some credit. It’s not my fault you were with weak-ass boys before me.” I push through her bedroom door and drop her to her feet, turning her to face me so she doesn’t see what’s behind her just yet. My hands immediately grab her face, staring down at her, my thumb caressing her cheek as I look into my favorite pair of eyes.
I love you.
I want to tell her so bad. But knowing how reluctant she is on giving us a chance, I don’t know how that would go down. I lean in instead and kiss her. I just want one more day with her. If this is going to end with her rejecting me and breaking this off, then I want one more chance to kiss her, to make love to her, to just hold her in my arms.
“Happy birthday.” I twist her around and she gasps the minute she looks at her room. I wrap my arms around her from behind, bringing her back flush with my chest and rest my chin on top of her head.
Rose petals are scattered all over her bed, candles lit on her dresser and balloons resting on the ceiling. Damn, Gabi did a great job.
“What is this?” she asks, scanning the room. “How did you do this?”
I kiss the top of her head. “It’s your birthday present.” When I told her I’d make this night special, I wasn’t lying. “And Gabi helped.”
She turns around, brows knitted together. “Gabi?”
I shrug. “She already knows about us, right?”
A soft sigh leaves her lips which has me rethinking this whole decision. Does she hate it? “Aiden. I already told you I don’t need all this big stuff.”
I don’t need it either. All I could ever need is her, sitting around and doing face masks or teaching her how to play basketball. It’s all I will ever want, but what if Leila wants more? What if one day she wakes up and realizes I’m not enough for her? I will stop at nothing to make every one of her dreams and fantasies come true. No matter what it costs me.
“You didn’t have to do this,” she says.
I did. If I can’t tell her how much I love her, I can at least show her. I run my thumb over her soft cheek. “Do you like it?”
She grins, wrapping her arms around my neck and presses her lips to mine. “I love it.”
“Good.” My hands grip her ass, pulling her into me. “Because I’m about to fuck every other guy out of your system.” Hearing about her first time almost killed me. I want her to have a re-do, to have a night where she’s not hiding and worrying about what she looks like and what the guy will think because I’m in love with every part of her and I’m also so attracted to her.
My lips press against her neck, every breathy moan from her making me rock hard. “Take off my shirt, gorgeous.”
Her hands drift from my neck, unbuttoning every button one by one, agonizingly slow while her eyes lock on mine. “Fuck it.” I rip the rest of my shirt off, buttons flying everywhere. I can’t control myself when it comes to her, that much is obvious.
I walk us to the edge of the bed and sit her down on the edge. My belt goes next, those soft green eyes hooding with lust as she looks up at me. She licks her lips sending a jolt of lust shooting down my spine. Fuck, I want her so bad.
My hand trails down her face, my thumb brushing against her lower lip. Those juicy, pink lips open, wrapping around my thumb. Her tongue swirls around the skin, sucking my finger like she would my dick. That mouth of hers. Pulling my thumb out of her mouth, I grip her chin. “Take me out, Leila.”
Her eyes never leave mine as she pulls my jeans off until I’m standing in my underwear.
Now it’s her turn.
I lay her flat on the bed and her breath starts to quicken when I play with the hem of her dress. This fucking dress. It looks so good on her, hugging every one of those curves I love so much. It’s been such a tease, this dress. It’s made an absolute mockery of my self-control the past hour.
“Do you trust me?” I look her in the eyes, wanting her trust, needing it more than anything. “I want to see every inch of your beautiful body. I want to see all of you, but I need to know if you trust me.”
Her heart beats with every move I make. I know how nervous she is, how much she struggles with exposing herself to someone. But I’m not just someone anymore. I want her to know that. Her lips part, letting out a shaky exhale and then she nods. That one small movement makes my heart skyrocket.
I lift the dress, slowly bunching it up in my hands as more and more of her skin is exposed. I swallow a groan. This woman is so sexy. Those thighs. It’s criminal that I haven’t had my head buried between them yet. But not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to taste her, and show her what I’ve been dying to do to her.
I run my hands over the soft skin of her stomach. Every dip, every curve of her skin making me eager to see her. I lift the fabric higher and higher, until I pull it off her, revealing her to me.
Fuck. Me.
The material falls onto the ground when I take it completely off, and a low groan rumbles at the back of my throat as I stare down at her on the bed, looking like a wet dream. Her soft, tanned stomach exposed, her breasts covered by a black lacy bra, and those lacy panties completely drenched from the earlier teasing at the restaurant. I wanted to tease her, play with her, make her lose control but holy hell, I was so close to coming in my pants like a teenager that it was embarrassing.
I lift myself onto my elbows, looking down at her. “You’re perfect.” I admire her body, her golden skin in nothing but a flimsy piece of fabric. “Fucking perfect.” I move down leaving a soft kiss on her stomach. Over and over again, I kiss the insecurities away, the harsh words of her mother, of other guys who didn’t deserve her. I kiss all the hatred away and fill it with love.
I kiss my way up to her covered breasts. I can’t wait to see all of her. My hands drift behind her back, unclasping her bra and pulling down the straps until the material drops. I drop my head to her chest. “I’m going to die.” She laughs under me and I lift my head to look at her. “I’m serious.” I tilt my head. “You’re killing me.”
