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Slowly, he reaches out and touches the tiny bow between the cups, his jaw tight. “Shit,” he says succinctly.
I smile. He runs his finger lightly over the lace, tracing the line of the cup, then looks up at me. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Let me show you how okay I am,” I practically purr.
He groans as I push him back and tug at his shirt. Buttons pop as I yank the panels apart, baring his hard chest. I run my fingers down between his abs, and they crunch under my touch. I smile like a shark.
Yes. This is better. Meeting Donny made me feel weak and sad, but now I’m back in control. Josh grabs my hips, twisting like he wants to flip me over. I push his hands away.
“No,” I order. “I’m on top.” I soothe the sting of the order by ducking and pressing a kiss to his pec. He sinks back against the couch cushions as I kiss down the side of his throat.
“You’re incredible,” he murmurs. “Amazing.”
Emotion ripples through me, and I quickly tamp it back down. No. I don’t want to feel right now, I want to shag. “Shh,” I order. “No talking.”
“No?” He sounds amused.
“No.” I pull back for a second, rubbing my sternum. “Don’t want to talk.” I go back to necking him.
“Hey,” Josh says.
“Mm?” I suck on his Adam’s Apple, breathing hard. My heart is hammering painfully. My lungs squeeze as I slide my hands down the front of his muscled chest, reaching for his belt.
“Layla.”
I tug at the belt, pulling it loose from the buckle. “Yeah?” My voice is breathy. My fingers are trembling.
“Layla, look at me.”
I don’t. My sweaty hands slip on his belt. I swear under my breath, my fingers fumbling with the buckle. My head is swimming.
“Layla.” Josh’s voice hardens. He reaches down and grabs my wrists, pulling them gently away from him. “Layla, stop.”
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THIRTY-FOUR
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LAYLA
I freeze, blinking up at him. “What?”
He cups my face and tilts it up. His thumb strokes across my cheek as he studies me. He looks so concerned that it makes something in my stomach tremble. “You still don’t look right.”
“I’m fine,” I whisper. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like… you think I’m about to fall apart.” I squirm as my throat tightens. I’m uncomfortable, and sweating, and there’s a pit in my stomach that’s hurting so much I feel sick. I guess it must show on my face, because Josh just looks even more alarmed, dropping his hands.
“Layla,” he says softly. “What is it? You want to talk about it?”
“I’m not upset,” I sputter. “At least—I don’t think I am.”
Josh doesn’t say anything. I can’t handle his eyes on me anymore. Embarrassed, I slide off the sofa and grab my empty water glass from the coffee table, skittering towards the kitchen. Refilling it at the sink, I lean against the counter and gulp it down. The cold liquid slides through me, cooling my insides, and I take a deep breath as my heartbeat steadies. Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s fine.
Setting the glass on the drying rack, I turn back to the sofa, but Josh is gone. The door to my bedroom is open, light spilling into the hallway, so I follow him inside. He’s standing shirtless and barefoot by my bed, plumping up my pillows.
