“BEFORE I TAKE YOU TO bed, there are some things you should know,” I say gruffly.

She licks her lips. “And those are?” Her chest heaves with the force of her exhale, and I force my gaze back to her face.

“Before you, I didn’t know what beauty looked like.”

I kiss her eyes closed.

“Before you, I didn’t know how soft skin could feel.”

I cup the back of her neck.

“Before you, I didn’t know how sweet a kiss could taste.”

Shaking like it’s my first time, I tease her lips open, but don’t deepen our kiss. I want to savor our kiss, imprint it on my brain so that if I lose every sense but touch, I can tell it’s her by the way her mouth moves under mine.

Her hands steal up my shirt, coming to rest on my abs. I suck a breath in when she scrapes her nails against the skin.

“You’re so hard here,” she says between kisses.

Curious fingers glide upward to my chest where she explores me like I’m a newfound land.

Voices echo, growing closer.

“Let’s get out of the hallway.” I pull her into my room, shutting and locking the door behind me. When I turn around, she’s got her shirt off and is busy with the buttons of her pants.

Without hesitation, I cross the distance between us, cupping her lace-covered breasts with my hands. They’re heavy and fucking perfect, and I fall to my knees to worship them.

She makes a little noise, her fingers frozen as I bite her nipples through the lace. Careful not to rip her lingerie, I work the material down until her tits pop out.

I lean back a little to admire my handiwork. Displayed like this, they’re... “A fucking masterpiece.”

I cover one hard nipple with my mouth, sucking it in and teasing the point with my tongue and teeth. Her hands grip my head, pulling me closer as I give her neglected breast attention.

I lean my forehead against the valley of her chest, rubbing my cheek against the soft skin. “I’m the luckiest man in the world right now.”

“Pretty sure I’m getting lucky, too.”

There’s no reason to reply to her joke. She’s trying to keep this casual, but I’m playing for keeps.

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed.” I stand and pull my shirt over my head while she does what I say. “You’re damn good at listening when you want to be, huh?”

She smiles shyly. “I want you.”

There’s the Layton I know. “Lay back and spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

My thumbs hook into the waistband of my dress pants and underwear, pushing them down and off simultaneously. I try to be smooth about it, but when I glance up at the bed, Layton’s propped up on her elbows, a siren smile on her face as she watches me. Her legs are spread so wide that I can see her pretty pink pussy is wet.

“Is this...” She pauses, as if a little unsure about herself, then tips up her determined little chin. “Is this how you want me?”

“Holy fuck, yes.” I throw myself on the bed, diving down between her thighs and parting her pussy lips.

She whimpers, her hips bucking as her hands curl into the bed cover. “Aiden.”

“Right here, LT.” I take a long, slow lick, my eyes closing with the pleasure of eating her out. She tastes like heaven. She’s slippery as hell, and I’ve gone to Nirvana.

Taking my time to get her worked up even more, I tease her clit, kissing around the sweet bundle of nerves until she shoves her fingers into my hair and tugs hard.

I laugh, enjoying the pain she brings me. “Something you want, sweetheart?”

“I want to come.”

I blow a warm stream of air at the dark curls on her mound. “Is that so?”

“With you inside of me.”

I crawl up her body, caressing her skin along the way. When my fingers find her sweet spot, I slide one in and cover her mouth with mine.

With slow, deliberate movements, I finger-fuck her until her entire body flushes pink. She grabs at my dick, her hands closing around it and pumping hard.

I let my head fall into the crook of her neck.

When I can’t take it anymore, I push her hand away and take my finger out.

She juts out her bottom lip. “I was so close.”

“Me, too. Now turn over and put your ass in the air.”

Layton eyes widen. “Um... I haven’t...” Her cheeks become as red as my Renegades jersey. “I’m still a virgin there.”

For a second or two, all my brain processes is I’m still a virgin, then my heart starts to beat again. “Oh, no, sweetheart. I’m too amped up, and you haven’t had enough foreplay. Besides, that’s something to save for my birthday.” I wink.

She laughs, her tits bouncing and the worry in her eyes fading away. “Good thing you already had your birthday for the year.”

“Good thing,” I agree, and kiss her again. I have the entire night to map her body, and the last thing I want to do is make her nervous or think about anything but us.

It doesn’t take very long for us to get back where we were.

Her hands on my cock.

My finger in her pussy.

I add another, and press my thumb against her clit.

She moans loudly, like what I’m doing to her is the best fucking thing that’s ever happened. Her inner muscles clench around me, rippling, and she starts to move her hips like she’s fucking my fingers and not the other way around.

“I’m going to come,” she pants.

Dipping my head, I take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck hard. She screams, her thighs coming together and almost preventing me from moving, but I elbow one open and let her ride out her orgasm.

Her eyes flutter closed, and that’s my cue. I reach over her and yank open the top drawer of my nightstand, pulling out a condom.

Ripping it open with my teeth, I use my free hand to roll it down my dick. It’s dripping with pre-come. I squeeze the head and groan.

“I want to feel you in me now.” Layton grabs my neck and pulls me to her, fastening her mouth to mine.

“You always were demanding.”

She smiles. “You always made me say what I think.”

I reposition us, straining above her because while my shoulder’s hurting, my full weight on her would not only crush her, but would ruin the moment.

“Watch me own you, sweetheart.” Slowly, I push the broad head of my cock inside of her. I don’t stop, not even to accommodate her when she winces, but a second later, she’s kissing me again.

After what seems like an eternity, I bottom out, my balls against her ass. It’s the most perfect fucking feeling in the world. I don’t want to move, but something primal takes over. Something that makes me withdraw and thrust, over and over, while Layton writhes under me.

She’s biting my ear, telling me how good this is, how she wants to do it again when we’re done.

“As many times as you want, LT.” I go down on my elbows, so I can pay special attention to her breasts. I lick the tops, then suck on each one to mark them. “Mine.”

“Yours,” she agrees.

I can’t hold my orgasm back any longer. My arm shoots out to slam my hand against the wall above the headboard, and I work my cock into her like a madman.

I need this.

I need her.

Always and forever.

Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back and I come so hard that I growl.

Layton bursts into tears. I almost lose my shit, thinking I hurt her, but then she smiles. “You know me, I cry even when I’m happy.”

“Did I make you happy?” I ask, leaning down to kiss away her tears.

“The happiest.”