Slay
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 Nina Levine

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Her eyes searched mine, and she brought her hand up to my face, gently resting it on my cheek.  “I’ll never want you to change,” she whispered.  “I want you, flaws and all, Donovan, because you’ve been there for me in ways no one in my life ever has.  And you might not want to hear this so soon, but I’m fairly sure I’m falling in love with you.”
Fuck.
I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.  This woman fucking owned me, and she had no idea.  I used my mouth and my body to show her just how much I wanted to hear what she’d just said to me.  And I knew she felt it when her arms wrapped around me, and she sunk into my embrace.  It was like the barrier she’d erected between us four days ago came crashing down, and she let me back in.
Reaching my hands down to cup her ass, I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bed.  After I deposited her there, I stripped out of my clothes, and enjoyed the feeling of her eyes on my body.  Layla never hid her hunger for me, and that turned me on more than anything.  I watched as she removed her towel and revealed her body to me.  Fuck, she was beautiful.
I moved to position myself over her and bent my face to kiss her again.  She opened her mouth to me, and our tongues danced as we lost ourselves to the kiss.  Her hands were urgent on me, pulling me closer.  I didn’t need encouraging, though.  I fucking wanted her as much as she wanted me, and when her legs wrapped tightly around me, I knew this wouldn’t last long.  Our needs demanded to be satisfied quickly.
As she rocked herself against me, I thrust inside her.  Hard enough that she cried out and clawed my back.  I pulled out and thrust in again.
“Fuck,” she yelled out as her head arched back against the pillow.
I worked us up into a relentless pace, and as I felt my orgasm hit, I thrust hard one last time before burying my face in her neck, marking her.  I’d never wanted to sink my teeth into a woman as much as I did with Layla.  It was as if some primitive desire came over me that I was helpless to control.
Her pussy squeezed around my dick, and she gripped me tighter as she let her orgasm take over.
She eventually let me go, unwrapping her arms and legs so I could shift to lie next to her on the bed.  I put my arm out and pulled her against me so her head rested on my shoulder.  She entwined her leg with mine and whispered, “Maybe I should tell you I’m falling in love with you more often.”
I squeezed her against me.  “Maybe you should.”
I could hear the smile in her voice when she said, “I like it when your voice goes like that.”
“Like what, sweetheart?”
She shifted so she was looking up at me.  “All growly and hot.  You should talk to me like that more often, cause you’d get laid more.”
“Fuck, Layla, I get laid plenty.  You’ve got demands on my dick morning and night as it is.”
She grinned.  “Stop your grumbling.  Any man would love to have that problem.  I’m thinking of adding in a lunch time session, too.”
Fuck me.
I moved fast so I had her on her back, and I was on top of her again.  Possessed by desire I growled, “If that’s what you want, it can be arranged.  You just say the word, baby, and my dick is all yours.”
A soft smile spread across her face.  “Is that your way of telling me you’re falling in love with me, too?”
I heard the hesitation in her voice, the vulnerability behind her words.  Bending my face closer to hers, I whispered, “No, this is: I’m falling in love with you, sweetheart, and there’s not a damn thing you can do to keep me away.”
I didn’t miss the slight intake of breath or the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her breathing picked up.  And I sure as hell didn’t miss the way her body pressed up into mine as she murmured, “Fucking hell, Donovan, why did we waste all that time?”
My thoughts exactly, but fuck, life was a mysterious bitch and worked her shit out in her own good time.  Thank fuck we got here in the end.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Layla
I stood in the morning sunshine and looked up into Donovan’s eyes as he murmured his goodbye.  Wrapping my arms around him, I grumbled, “I don’t know why you can’t take the day off and spend it with me?”  Last night had been amazing, and I just wanted to spend the day in bed with him.  I didn’t want to let him go.
Trying to extricate himself from me, he said, “Baby, we’ve been over this.  You’re not safe until I deal with Phil, and I need to do that today.”
I pouted.  So unlike me, but he brought all kinds of weird behaviour out in me.  Fuck, was that what they meant when they said women did crazy shit when they were in love?  I’d never really loved a man before, but I knew what I felt for Donovan was off the charts crazy.  “Send him to me and I’ll deal with him, and then you and I can get back to what we do best.”
His heated gaze shot more desire through me.  God, this man was too much.  When his hand slid around me a second later and yanked me to him, I wanted to climb up into his arms and force him to change his plans.
With his hand planted firmly on my ass, he growled into my ear, “Get ready, sweetheart, ‘cause once I’ve sorted this shit out, I’m coming back here to fuck you until you can’t walk properly.”
My legs swayed under me at his promise.  I grasped his face and said, “You don’t play fair.”