Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Once we’re in my room, I slam the door closed, then walk us over to my bed. I set her down in the middle, loving her here, in my bed, in my home. She’s naked and on display and so goddamn beautiful.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, raising a single brow.
“That I can’t believe you’re actually here, naked in my bed.” I reach down and stroke her soft cheek. “I dreamed of this so many times.”
“Well, believe it.” She beams up at me, her brown eyes twinkling with happiness. “You know what would make this even better?”
“What?”
“You taking off your clothes.” She grips the edge of my shirt and lifts it over my head. When her gaze lands on my naked upper body, her eyes turn molten with lust. “Sometimes, when I would watch your concerts online, I would pause it on the parts after you took your shirt off.”
“You used to watch us?” I smirk, loving her admission.
She grabs the necklace, the one she gave me years ago, and tugs on it gently, bringing me close to her. “The first time I saw you wearing this necklace, I thought I was seeing things. I zoomed in and couldn’t believe it. Every concert I would watch, I’d check. As soon as your shirt would come off, I’d look for it. And every time you were wearing it.”
She shakes her head. “I thought maybe it was a sign not to give up on our friendship. I wanted so badly to call or text you, but I didn’t know what to do. So I just kept watching, telling myself the day I saw you without it on would mean you’d moved on from our friendship. But you never took it off.”
“Never.” I brush my lips against hers. “It was my only connection to you. I never took it off. When we were doing a cover for Rolling Stone, they tried to make me, but I refused.” I move to her neck, and she tilts her head, giving me better access to trail kisses along her heated flesh. She visibly shivers, and I chuckle softly, loving the way I affect her.
“I love that,” she breathes, her fingers dragging through my hair as I kiss my way downward, stopping every couple of inches to suck on her flesh. Layla moans, her legs tightening around me. “I missed you so much. Every day… I hate that—”
“Stop,” I tell her, pressing my lips to hers. “What’s done is done. All that matters is that we’re here, right here, right now, together.” I kiss along her jawline, then work my way down to her chest, inhaling the sexy as fuck vanilla scent she slathers all over her damn body. When I get to her nipple, I wrap my lips around it, darting my tongue out and slowly licking the hardened peak until she’s squirming under me. Then I switch to her other breast, giving it the same attention. Layla gasps and moans, grinding against me.
“Cam, please,” she begs, wanting more.
“Shh.” I kiss my way down her torso. “Stop rushing me.”
“But—” she whines.
“No,” I say firmly, spreading her legs and planting a kiss on the top of her pussy. “I’ve waited too damn long for this.” I glance up and find her looking down at me with hooded eyes. “I’m not going to rush. I’m going to explore every…” I part her lips. “Single…” I run my finger along her seam, finding it dripping wet and ready for me. “Inch of you.” I dip down and dart my tongue out, licking up her center and stopping at her clit. One taste and I’m already addicted.
I eat Layla’s pussy, listening to her moans of pleasure, learning what she likes and what turns her on. I work her up higher and higher until she screams out my name, coming so hard, her body arches off the mattress, her legs shake, and she leaves a wet spot on my sheets. Goddamn, I’m never washing these fucking sheets.
“Come fuck me,” she says, her voice soft and sated. Her eyes are barely open, and she looks like she’s flying on a damn cloud. Mentally, I thump my chest with my fist because I did that. I brought her pleasure. And I’m nowhere near done.
Shucking off my pants and briefs, I crawl up her body, kissing her flesh. When I get up to her face, I palm it with one hand, using the other to hold myself up, and look into her eyes.
“I need you inside me,” she says, wrapping her legs around me, causing my dick to stroke her pussy lips.
“Soon,” I tell her, pressing my lips to hers. “But first, I need to make sure we’re on the same page.” Her brows furrow, and I drop a kiss to the middle of them. “This isn’t a one-time thing or just two friends reconnecting. I want you in every way that matters. I want all of your days and your nights. Your happiness and your sadness. I want your tears and your laughter. I want your body…and your heart.”