Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother(41)
“Grayson. I’m finally here,” she said as my lips brushed over hers. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I dipped her and kissed her with everything in me. Now I understood what those guys felt like—the ones who looked like they were about to ravage their woman on the spot. I wanted her and to hell with anyone watching.
My tongue stroked hers and she groaned into my mouth.
Fuck, I’d missed her. It couldn’t have been only a few days since I said goodbye to her in Sydney.
“Hi,” I said as I came up for air.
“Hi,” she replied, smiling against my mouth.
A cough behind us brought me back to the present.
“Uh . . . just wanted to thank your lady for helping my wife with our boy. Not many people care enough to help a stranger these days.” The man I’d seen earlier held his hand out to me, I straightened and took his hand, shaking vigorously.
The boy’s mother smiled. “Usually everyone is in a rush to get off the plane after flying for such a long time. Layla helped me settle Jason during the flight too,” she told her husband.
The woman grinned at me, her curious gaze sizing me up.
“That’s my Layla, always putting everyone else first,” I said as I pulled her closer to me.
“We were going to offer Layla a ride to her hotel for being so helpful. She didn’t say she had someone meeting her here.”
Layla laughed. “Oh, let me introduce you to my . . . err, this is Grayson.”
The man chuckled goodheartedly. “Grayson. You’re a lucky man to have such a wonderful girlfriend. She’s a keeper, mate. Marry her before someone else does.”
“Oh, I don’t plan on ever letting her go. Trust me on that one,” I replied.
Layla let out a small, hardly audible gasp. Didn’t she know how I felt about her? Didn’t she realize I wanted her in my life as more than a stepsister? I wanted to wake up to her in my bed. Every. Fucking. Day.
I didn’t quite know how we were going to pull it off yet, I’d been mulling different scenarios around in my head for days. All of them had ended with Milton punching my lights out and disowning me, Taylor looking at me in disgust and Alice crying her eyes out.
Why was this so f*cking hard? I wanted to let the whole world know how I felt about my beautiful woman. Instead, I had to fly her to London just I could have quality time with her. Fuck me if I wasn’t planning to use every second of every day loving her. She could catch up on sleep on her long flight home.
Sleep was overrate.
I hoped Layla was well rested, because she wasn’t getting much down time over the next few days. My dick had a mind of its own, and sleep definitely wasn't on the agenda.
12: Layla
My worries about Grayson regretting our first night together or wanting our relationship to be platonic faded as soon as we climbed into his car and he pulled me close so that he could smother me with kisses.
“Fuck, it’s great to see you again. You have no idea how much I missed you.”
“You missed me?” I loved playing dumb just so he would repeat it.
“Not as much as my cock did. I hope you’re not planning on sleeping much.”
I winked at him playfully. “No sleeping. There isn’t time.”
His lips curled into a wicked smile. “Good, because—”
I placed a finger over his lips to quiet him. “There isn’t time for sleeping because—” I paused for effect, grinning mischievously, “—since it’s my first visit, I am planning on seeing all the wonderful sights of London. All the touristy things.”
He groaned. “Like what?”
I ignored the frown that appeared between his eyebrows and counted on my fingers. “Big Ben, Westminster Abby, Buckingham Palace . . . Harrods too.”
If I listened carefully I could probably hear the cogs in his brain turning. “Hmmm, we could kill those off in a morning and get back to better things.”
“Better things? Like meeting the Queen for tea? Actually, I’d love to meet Kate,” I teased. “Maybe she can give me tips on how to be a lady.”
He kissed my neck. “I don’t want you to be a lady. I like you just the way you are.”
“Is that right, Doctor Forbes?”
“I love how you are . . . just you. Sweet and lovely, caring and compassionate, giving and loving. Sexy as f*ck.”
The way he said that last part—when his voice went all low and growly-I couldn’t help but swoon a little. My panties were definitely getting damper by the minute and I had been worried that this was going to be a strictly platonic holiday. Thank goodness I threw my good underwear into the suitcase at the last minute. The ones I’d been saving for ’one day’.
“I’ve booked us into a great hotel. It’s near Marble Arch and a few of the popular London hotspots, so you will in fact get the chance to see some of the famous sights as we drive by.”
My eyes became misty and my vision blurred. ““Thank you for this awesome birthday present. And most of all, for sharing the experience with me.”
“It’s a pleasure. I like making you happy, but I must admit to having ulterior motives that are rather selfish.” His lips traced across my jaw, sending a shiver down my spine. “I wanted you all to myself.”