Grayson
“Layla are you hungry? I am guessing you skipped dinner.” I ask her softly.
“Not hungry.” She says as she slides her hands around my shoulders.
“Want a shower?” I ask as she starts kissing along my jaw.
“Not right now.” She whispers.
“Want me?” I ask huskily.
“Yes I do.” She answers and I need no further invitation. I crash my mouth onto hers and kiss her hungrily. Her honey taste draws me in and I cannot get enough. She seems to be in the same boat as her lips match my pace. Her fingers run up my neck and wind into my hair. The gentle scrape of her nails along my scalp sends tingles all over.
Wrapping my arms around her waist I gently lift her up without breaking my lips from hers. I walk us over to the bed and set her down. When I do I break the kiss needing to breathe, I
