Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“Falcon, how could you?” I glance over my shoulder and get a glimpse of her angry face before the doors shut.
“Shouldn’t we –” Layla begins, but I stop her with a shake of my head.
“I didn’t hear anything,” I whisper while I lower my mouth to her neck. I suck on her soft skin, my tongue tracing circles around her racing pulse until we reach the top floor.
Layla lets out a moan when I pull back, and it makes a grin form around my mouth.
“Dear, Lord, of course, you have to give me that grin as well,” she mutters under her breath.
Holding her hand, I lead her to the stairs, as I ask, “What grin?”
She points to my face and narrows her eyes. “That grin. The sexy one which makes me forget all the warnings my dad gave me.”
“Warnings?” I step out onto the roof, and as soon as she’s next to me, I cover her eyes with my hand. Moving in behind her, I wrap my arm around her waist. Leaning down to her ear, I whisper, “Warnings to be careful of guys like me?”
She nods and brings her hands up, taking hold of my arms.
I blow a breath out over her skin and feel a shiver rush through her body. “Who wants to kiss you?”
She nods again before swallowing hard.
“Who wants to kiss every inch of your body?” I brush my mouth over her thundering pulse.
Her body sinks back into mine, and she tilts her head to the side.
“Who wants to leave his mark on your soft skin?”
Layla’s breaths rush over her parted lips as I close my lips over her pulse and I suck hard. When she moans, pushing herself against me, I suck harder, making sure it will leave a mark.
The attraction between us is overpowering. It paralyzes my worries that we’re moving too fast and falling too hard. It heightens my need to conquer and seize her, to bury myself so deep inside of her, there won’t be space for anyone else.
Wanting to make this night last longer than five minutes, I remove my hand from her eyes and reluctantly turn my face away from her neck.
She opens her eyes and blinks a couple of times before a slow smile spreads across her mouth.
“Falcon.” It’s a whisper filled with awe.
I drop my arm from around her as she steps forward and watches while she walks through the aisle of candles.
“I didn’t think you were the romantic kind,” she says, turning in a full circle while she looks at all the flickering flames.
“I didn’t think so as well,” I admit. I walk to where she’s standing nearby the blankets I had the freshmen spread out.
She sits down and smiling up at me, she pats the spot next to her. Her eyes are alive with galaxies of dreams.
“Have you ever been addicted to anything?” I ask as I lower myself to my knees.
“No.” Her eyes widen. “Have you?”
“Not until now,” I admit. I move forward and taking hold of her face, I crush my mouth to hers. I lose myself while sucking, licking, and biting until our lips are swollen, and we’re only focused on one thing – consuming each other.
“I’m addicted to how you taste,” I murmur against her mouth. I use my body to push her back until she’s lying down.
Layla’s eyes are clouded with desire as she looks up at me.
A drop of water splats on my hand that’s resting next to her head. Another hits my back. “It’s starting to rain,” I say, but I don’t move, sheltering her against the drops.
Layla lifts her hands to my face, and taking hold, she pulls me down. “I don’t want you to stop. I want you to continue until you’re addicted to more than just how I taste.”
I let out a breath, which becomes another as they speed up along with the rain falling down on us.
“I want you addicted to how my skin feels against yours.”
Holy fuck.
Layla’s magical. She weaves a spell around me until I’m willing to do anything for her.
I move my one hand down to her waist and taking hold of her shirt, I push it up until she arches her back so I can shove it over her breasts. She quickly takes over and yanks the fabric off. Placing a hand on her ribs, I caress her silky skin and lower my head to her breast. I brush my mouth softly over the lace covering her nipple until it puckers into a hard bud, then draw it into my mouth.
The rain comes down in a light shower, and it helps to cool down the blazing heat our bodies are creating as we begin to explore each other.
“I want to be inside of you so badly, Layla,” I say the words, thinking she’s on the same page as me, but wanting to make sure.