Page 22 of Starving for Her
“I—I came here for a job interview,” she says slowly. “And I just want you—I don’t want you to think I came here for this. I—”
“Stop it,” I say in a firm voice, cutting her off at the pass. “That isn’t what this is; this isn’t some elaborate way for me to get in your pants. Despite what you may think about me, I don’t do this. But when I saw you, I knew I couldn’t help myself.”
She turns her eyes to me, as innocent as she was some minutes ago.
“Are you sure?”
“I’d never lie to you, baby,” I say. “This. Us? It just feels so right. Doesn’t it?”
“Yes…” she says softly. “I feel like I can trust you.”
“You can.”
“I just…this is so not what I thought was going to happen when I woke up this morning, or when I got ready to come over here tonight.”
“Believe me,” I chuckle. “Me either. And after the parade of thots I had to go through before you showed up, I figured I’d just wasted an entire night of my life.”
Layla smiles but doesn’t reply immediately. She’s thinking hard about telling me something, and I desperately want to know what. So I wait, and finally, after a long moment, she nuzzles closer to me.
“My parents split up when I was thirteen,” she whispers. “That’s why I’ve never been with anyone…”
My heart aches for her. I can see the pain she’s feeling now, and must have felt for all those years.
“I stopped trusting women after my ex,” I tell her, something I’ve never voiced to anyone before. “And I gave up on finding the one.”
She looks up at me with pure vulnerability. “The…one?”
I grin. “Yeah, you know—the one who can make me eggs in the morning, a nice sandwich for lunch and a good steak for dinner!”
“Jerk!” she gasps, slapping me on the chest. I catch her hand as she winds up for the next one and I pull her lips to mine. We kiss, and it’s like it was meant to be. I wonder if I’m going crazy – having these feelings for a girl I just met. But I’m not going to fight it. In fact, I’m diving in head-first.
“I’ve got good news,” I tell her. “You got the position.”
“Oh, I did? And which position is that? Missionary? Doggy?”
“Oh, you naughty bitch,” I growl, sucking her bottom lip hungrily. “Keep talking like that and I’m gonna fuck you again. You won’t be able to walk in the morning.”
“Big talk,” she moans back. Sliding her hand between my legs, she runs her fingers across my balls.
“Don’t you mean, big cock?”
She laughs, and I grab her by the waist and throw her down on her back and smother her lips with mine. I’ll never get enough of her. I already know that with certainty. But I’m sure gonna try.