Page 24 of His Lair
“What products do you use on your skin to get it so soft?” I admit.
He chuckles. “I don’t use products, babe.”
“Sure you don’t.” I roll my eyes.
“On a scale of one to ten, with one being I have no chance of getting laid to ten being you’re going to let me rock your world, how pissed are you that I broke in and woke you up?” He peeks one eye open to look at me.
I consider his scale. Am I pissed that he came in and woke me up? A little, but a part of me was also relieved to see him.
“Ten,” I say with a wide smile, because I know for a fact there won’t be a lot of anger left after I let himrock my world.
Sammie moves lightning fast. He jumps out of bed and runs into my bathroom. “Don’t move,” he calls out over a shoulder.
I hear the faucet running. “What are you doing?” I call back to him.
“Brushing my teeth,” he says. “I don’t want you to be revolted when I kiss you.”
“Shit.” Cupping a hand over my mouth, I breathe out and try to smell my morning breath. Then I get up and walk into the bathroom. “Are you using my toothbrush?”
“Yeah,” he says unapologetically, then continues to rinse out his mouth.
I open the drawer, find the spare toothbrush I have on hand, and unwrap it. “You can keep that one,” I tell him.
“Babe, we’ve shared bodily fluids. I don’t think sharing a toothbrush is going to hurt.” He pulls his shirt over his head, and my eyes are drawn to his torso. All hard lines and muscle.
Sammie drops his shirt on the floor and then his pants before reaching into the shower and turning on the water.
I make quick work of brushing my teeth, then undress, and join him. Sammie’s arm snakes out and wraps around my back, pulling me hard against him. His mouth lands on mine, devouring me while his hard cock presses into my lower stomach.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking sweet,” he growls, and that little bit of guilt creeps up again.
I shove it down. This is temporary. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t know the real me, because this is casual. Right? It has to be. I can’t have any other kind of relationship.
Draping my arms around his neck, I lift myself up at the same time I circle my legs around his waist. “Sammie, rock my world, please. I need it,” I tell him.
“What do you need?” he asks, pressing my back against the wall.
I can feel my cheeks flame. I am a lot of things. Vocal in the bedroom has never been one of them. “I need you.” I lock my ankles together and rub my center over his cock.
“Yeah? What part of me do you need, babe?” His lips trail down my neck.
“I need… please,” I moan as he bites down on that soft spot right near my earlobe.
“What do you need, Lailani?” he asks again.
“I need you to… I need… Fuck me,” I whisper.
Sammie looks me dead in the eye. “Such a good fucking girl.”
Shifting his hips, he lines his cock up with my entrance, and he slams into me. In one hard thrust, he’s bottomed out. I cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The sharp sting quickly dissipates and pure bliss erupts through me.
“I’m not that good,” I tell him.
“You’re good for me, though. Fuck, your pussy is so tight.” He draws out and then slams back in, my back pressing hard against the tiled wall as he continues to fuck me.
Chapter Eleven
Iwatch as Lailani wraps a towel around her body. “You need to stop breaking into my place. What if I didn’t know it was you and—I don’t know—I shot you or something?” she says.
