Layers(44)

Intent narrow eyes observe me closely; his mouth hastily finds mine again, consuming it with growing hunger. With his body’s weight he pushes me slowly toward the couch behind us. As we get near he gently lays me down. Staring at me, radiating desire through his hazel eyes, he unbuckles his belt and gets rid of his jeans and underwear. I stare at him, mesmerized, aching for his union   with me. He attends to my jeans and helps me out of them. My shirt follows.

“You are so hot,” he murmurs. He slowly takes off my thong, but stays to gaze at me, fire in his eyes. I am burning with blistering heat, my breath heavy, my mouth dry.

He says, “The results are okay, we’re good to go.” With a pleased, naughty smile he lays on me, in between my legs. I find it hard to inhale to the tightness of yearning in my chest that releases once we unite. Sinking in me, he stops to stare into my eyes and kiss me. He pulls my leg to hold it bent against me and resumes his slow thrusting dance in me, changing his pace to fit my motions. I grab his lower back, pulling him closer to me; he takes it as a cue to accelerate his rhythm, quickly making me shatter shakily. I lay my head back and close my eyes, letting the serenity reach every part of my body as I hear him exhale heavily; he falls on me as he does. Daniel kisses me and I open my eyes to look at him. His look sincere and warm.

To my complete surprise he says, “I felt disturbed after our call. Hayley, I never feel that way.”

I stare at him and my heart skips a beat.

“I don’t do obsessing; I just move on. This is a first for me.”

“That’s why you came to the apartment?”

“Yes.” His expression morphs muddled, pensive.

I am speechless. I reach to hold his face with both hands and pull him next to me, kissing him so deeply, breathing him in. Who is this guy and what did he do with Daniel? The moment we just had leaves me utterly dazed.




“Oh f**k, what’s the time?” He looks at his watch. “For f**k’s sake, I missed the call.” And Daniel is back. He stands up, hastily putting on his boxers. “I need to make that call.”

As he starts striding toward his office cursing under his breath, I call after him, amused, “It was indeed due to f**k’s sake that you missed that call.”

I hear him chuckle. “Good one,” he shouts back.

“I’m gonna take that shower now,” I say to myself, still laughing.

~~~

“Hayley, are you done?” Daniel calls for me behind the closed door as I step out of the shower.

“Missed me?” I open the door with a towel wrapped around my head.

“Insanely.” He lets out a short chuckle, looking at me as I take off the towel and start brushing my hair. Good word choice.

“Are you hungry?”

“Not extremely.” He sighs and his scarred lip arches.

“And that would mean?”

Giggling, I elaborate, “I could eat, but not too much.”

“Any cravings?”

I laugh again and declare, “One Daniel Stark under the covers.”

“One Daniel Stark coming up.” His eyes dance in humor as he approaches me, attacking my neck with moist, tender kisses. “You smell delicious.” Saying that, his hand finds its way under my white top.

“No bra, I like that.”

I blink suggestively at him.

“And these shorts, Hayley, these are a pair of indecently teasing shorts.” He moves his hand to caress me at the border of my shorts.

“I’m craving pizza,” I say.

“Pizza?” He looks at me with a smirk over the mirror in front of us.

“You’re definitely different from all those leaf-eating women I got to know. You actually eat. It’s very refreshing.” He plants another kiss on the nape of my neck. I know he means well, but the thought of him with other women is not something that makes me feel too good, especially when I recall the images I saw online.

“Bad different or good different?” I ask.

He looks at me with a straight face, holding me from behind, his palm under my shirt, spread over my stomach.

“They don’t even stand a chance. You overwhelm me in every possible way.” Twice in less than an hour. What happened to my mixture of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde? Careful there, D, I might get used to it and ask for more.

“What kind of pizza?”

“Daze me.”

“Dazed you’ll be. Your wish is my command, sweet, H.”

I already am dazed—purely by you. Though, you and a pizza, well … who can resist that?

He fetches his phone from his pocket and dials, his hand still under my top, holding me against him.

“Tony, what’s up?”

Of course he’d have a Tony for pizzas.

“Yes, I’m okay, my usual.” He looks at me over the mirror, moving his hand in circles around my navel. “That’d be great, thanks.” He nuzzles my hair. “Food will be here in thirty.” I turn to face him, inching up to kiss his chin.

“Great news.”

He smiles. “Would you like a drink?”

“Beer?” I mutter, and he rewards me with a tender, yet profound, gaze.

“What is it?” I ask. What did I do now?

“You. You’re so, well, you.”