Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother(25)

“Lala. You have it backwards.”

“What do you mean?”

“Seth is the * who’s not good enough for you.”

She sucked in a breath. “You really think that?”

“Yes. I do.”

She gave me a half smile and my heart melted. I wanted to pull her into my arms and tell her just how f*cking gorgeous she was, how she deserved a real man who would adore her with every breath he took.

She peeked at me from under her heavy lashes that were still wet from her tears.

“After you left, we talked.” I could hear the pain in her voice. My insides heated with anger. Short sharp breaths escaped her lips as she spoke. “Seth explained how the bet came about and apologized. Said he never intended to hurt me. That at first it was a joke and he’s sorry that he did it.” She fell quiet for a few moments and started pulling at the ends of her hair. I held my breath as I waited for her to continue. “Then he told me he really likes me a lot—”

Fuck. Did Layla feel the same about him? Did he f*ck her? Make her his?

The possibility ripped a hole in my heart.

“I see.” I don’t want to.

“He asked me to be his girlfriend.”

“He did?”

She bit into her lip and a deep frown set between her brows.

“Yeah. First time a guy asked me. You sound as if you can’t believe somebody wants me.”

“Of course I believe somebody would want you. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because I’m a geeky nerdy girl. Because I’m not pretty like my mother or Taylor . . . or Sloane.”

“You are beautiful. Inside and out. You have a heart of gold.”

She laughed. “That’s what people usually say to the not-so-pretty girls and the geeky awkward girls to make them feel better about themselves. But I can tell you, it doesn’t work. I still feel ugly, as if nobody could want me.”

She stated it matter-of-factly. Not for pity or being whiney. But because she truly believed it.

“Oh Lala, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I think you’re beautiful, and smart, and witty, and charming. And sexy as hell.”

Her eyes widened. “You do?” She was genuinely shocked by my revelation.

I cupped her chin in my hand and stared into her eyes so that she could see that I meant what I said. Her lips were so f*cking inviting, I just wanted to kiss the shit out of her.

“Hmmm, I’m having trouble thinking straight when I look at you.” I grimaced. “What did you say to Matthews?” My heart skipped a beat as I waited for her reply.

“I said I’d think about it.”

Thank f*ck.

I sealed her lips with mine, giving in to the want and need I felt deep inside. I was tired of being rational. God, I wanted her so f*cking badly that my whole being ached for her. I put everything I had into that kiss. All the sweetness she deserved, but also all the passion and lust she provoked in me.

Moaning into my mouth, she kissed me back like I’d never been kissed before. She’d raised herself up from the bed and pressed her tits into my chest, her hands twisting in my hair. My hands slid down her torso to her hips, pulling her flush against me.

Jesus. She was intoxicating. I wanted more. I wanted everything.

My hand snaked up her back and into her hair as I ran my tongue along the insides of her lips. I grabbed a handful of hair and plunged my tongue inside her mouth. She tasted so f*cking good that a groan rumbled through my chest.

I broke the kiss. My chest heaved as I looked down at her beautiful body. My cock stirred, ready to claim her as mine. “Layla, don’t you get it? I want you.”

Her lips were bruised and her hair even wilder than earlier. But it was her eyes that told me what I wanted to know. She wanted me too.

“Grayson. Oh God.” The raspiness in her voice drove me—and my dick—crazy.

She tilted her head to the side to give me access to her long slender neck. I kissed and sucked and nipped my way down to her chest until I reached the rise of her breasts. Skimming over the silky fabric of her bra, I sucked a nipple into my mouth.

Her breaths were coming in short pants and she moaned loudly as she held my head to her breast. Fuck me if my nerdy girl wasn’t a little tiger in bed. I bit down on her nipple, eliciting a squeal from her before moving to the other breast. I pulled the fabric down with my teeth, exposing her naked nipple to my mouth. The pink bud was already hard, begging for my lips to suck and lick it.

“Layla, you are so f*cking beautiful.” I rasped, my voice hoarse as I kissed down her ribs.

I reached around behind her back and unclasped her bra. She let it slide down her arms as she gazed into my eyes.

She was on fire.

I sucked in a breath as I f*cked her tits with my eyes. She smiled seductively as she pushed her chest forward, inviting me closer. One hand closed over her left breast while I leaned in to feast on the other.

My towel fell away between us. Layla let out a gasp as my erection poked her stomach. She reached between us and gently caressed my cock with featherlike strokes. Her thumb slipped over the tip, rubbing the pre-cum into my skin while her other hand cupped and gently squeezed my balls. It felt so f*cking good that I wanted to come in her hand.

“Baby, you’re going to make me come if you keep doing that,” I warned.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”