“Your thighs,” he says, that wry smile turning into something a little more sinister that makes my slick flow even heavier.
“Damn it, Zayd.” I giggle and smack his shoulder.
Zayd shrugs and chuckles. “How could I resist?”
“Anyway…” I say in an effort to move things along before I drown in a lake of my own slick.
Zayd finally explains, “The heat you produce there would mix your scent with mine and be more effective, but it is, as you know, a more intimate endeavor.”
“Yes.” My breathing is heavy as the image in my head returns and develops into a whole scene, playing out like a dirty movie.
There’s no stopping the slick now.
But I can’t let him go down on me. Even if he kept his mouth closed, it would still be too much. “It would be wrong,” I say, barely able to form the words because a part of me doesn’t want to say them.
Especially seeing how he looks at me.
So… Eager.
“There is one other way,” he says, his chest heaving. “It is not very efficient; you would have to wait another day or two to leave your room, but it would be even more effective.”
“What is it?” Please say it quickly before I give in and pull his face down between my legs.
“We can sleep together.”
“Zayd, I told you, I’m not having sex…” My pussy is aching for relief of any kind, but that is still too far. Letting him rub his cheeks on my thighs is too much.
Talk about a sobering thought.
“No. Not sex. Just sleep. I would have to hold you, and we would have to be naked, but the closeness would allow my scent to take hold of your whole body.”
I shock myself when I don’t instantly blurt out, no.
Sleeping with Zayd would still be less intimate than what we did when I was in heat. And it would be nice not to have to sleep alone anymore. “I still don’t want you to see me naked.”
“It can be arranged,” he says, a smile in his eyes.
“Just holding. No wandering hands or anything.”
He holds his hands up. “You have my word.”
If it were anyone else, I’d have my doubts and never would even consider saying yes.
But Zayd’s kept every promise he’s made to me. Zayd’s word is as good as gold.
“Your place or mine?”
Chapter 15
Zayd
Everyday,Icatchan hour or two of sleep before every night, I pull the blindfold over my eyes and lie awake, wrapped around Layla’s naked body. It is torture, but I endure it. For her.
I will do anything for Layla. For the rest of my life. If that is how long I have to hold her against me, for hours, unable to do anything about the aching in my loins and in my heart that is never satisfied, I will endure it.
Though the blindfold renders it completely unnecessary, I squeeze my eyes tight when Layla moans in her sleep and turns in my arms, pressing her breasts flat on my stomach and throwing a leg over my hip, pressing her mound against my neglected length.
I have to remind myself why I am here. The ease of marking her while she sleeps. The closeness we are experiencing is for that purpose alone.
