Page 40 of Castaway Whirlwind
“I love being your little darlin’,” she mumbles, dropping her knees wider.
“I love you, Layla,” I confess before licking the fabric, her feminine scent and taste embedding themselves in my memory. “I don’t remember what it’s like tonotlove you.”
“You do?” Her voice is soft when she says dreamily, “I love you, too.”
I pinch my eyes shut and turn my head away, a tear forced from the corner of my eye, knowing she’s only half awake and won’t remember what she said in the morning.
She stops wiggling her hips during my inner breakdown, where I lie still, trying to hold the engulfing grief at bay. Her fingers disentangle from my hair, and she tries to straighten her legs. “It’s ok. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
I whip my gaze up on high alert, finding Layla’s eyes wide open, no longer in between the sleep realm and the real one.
Chapter 13
Layla
I look away quickly, chewing the inside of my cheek while I try to think of anything except how embarrassed I am that I’ve asked him to do something he probably thinks is as disgusting as Steven did. My head pounds with tears behind my eyes, and I want to curl up in my closet and hide.
Russell’s voice is distressed, his body rigid when he lifts himself up on his elbows. “How long have you been awake?”
“Since you kissed me.”
“Kissed you where?”
Maybe there’s some salvaging things. We don’t have to dothat. We can do other things, especially since today has been on the lower end of the pain scale.
I finally face Russell, wanting to see his reaction when I arch my back and touch the hollow of my throat. “Here.” I trace the line of kisses he left on my chest and draw the triangle of fabric to the side, exposing my left breast. I touch the tip of my nipple, where I can still feel his tongue. “Then here.”
His eyes are locked on my hand when I cup my breast when he asks, “Why didn’t you stop me?”
“Because it felt good, Daddy.” Ilovecalling RussellDaddy. I don’t even mind so much that he knocked my teddy bear out of the way.
“Even though…even though I touched you when I thought you were asleep?” He sounds as guilty as I do when I take advantage of him,him having taken advantage of mebut in a much different way.
“Yes,” I confess. “I was hoping you would.” I bite my tongue, wondering if I should reveal this next part or keep it to myself. Deciding it would be better to be honest, I tell him, “I liked it when you touched me the first time.”
“What first time?” he asks quickly, his voice pitched higher.
“That day you brought me home from the diner. When you unbuttoned my uniform.” I palm my ribs as he had done.
“Oh fu—” It warms me that he cut off his curse word. “I’m sorry. I tried not to.”
I reach out to palm his cheek, longing to take away his guilt. “I wanted you to keep going.”
“When you rolled over and we almost kissed…you were awake?”
“I thought I was dreaming.”
Russell’s eyes flash. “Did you want me to kiss you?”
“Always.”
“Darlin’,” he says with a moan before climbing up my body, bracing himself on either side of my shoulders. “Always?”
I nod and pull him closer. “Always.” I drop my voice lower, sharing my secret. “Even when I knew it was wrong.”
“Me too.”
We move at the same time, our lips crashing together. A real kiss. The kind that rocks a person to their core. I circle my arms around his neck, wanting the full weight of him on topof me.
