Unable to draw it out any longer, I turned the blow dryer off and laid it on the couch. Gathering my nerve, I leaned forward and rested my forehead against Layna’s head. The soft curls caressed my face. Slowly, I lowered my head until it rested on her shoulder. My hands clutched my thighs so hard through my jeans I would probably have bruises. But I didn’t care. My only concern was the torrent of feelings that flowed through me. They’d built to such a strength they were impossible to ignore any longer. Having no idea how to approach this situation, I was torn with what to do next.
Layna began to move, causing my head to slip from its resting place and hang there. I didn’t want to watch her move away from me. The first person I’d considered letting get close to me was rejecting me. Layna probably didn’t realize what her movements were doing to me, and I had no plans to tell her. I just needed to get out of here before I lost it.
“Brandon.” The soft way Layna said my name provided me the strength to raise my head to meet her gaze. When my eyes met hers, I saw they were filled with as much torment as I felt, and my breath caught as the realization that she wanted me as much as I wanted her registered in my desire-laden mind.
I don’t know which of us moved first, but our mouths crashed together awkwardly as I raised my hands to cradle her jaw. I had never kissed a woman in my adult life, so to say I was out of practice was the height of understatement. But I was good at following Layna’s lead—I was a backup guy after all—until I was able to find a rhythm. I slid my hands into the thick curls I’d just helped create. A half groan, half moan escaped me as I felt hands on me in such an intimate way for the first time. That they were Layna’s hands was the best part of the contact.
My eyes popped open as Layna withdrew from me. Sadness that the moment was over filled me. She hesitated for an instant before she positioned her body to face me, her legs straddling mine, with enough space between us that she wasn’t pressed against me. This time, when my mouth took possession of hers, I had a lot more finesse. I don’t know if everyone felt this way, but I couldn’t imagine that anyone had ever felt what I was experiencing with Layna in my arms. If they had, they wouldn’t have been able to do anything but stay there. I wanted to live in that moment with Layna.
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