“Here you go, hun,” she said as she handed me a glass of red wine.
I raised an eyebrow when she swirled the liquid, then pushed her nose into the glass for a sniff before taking a sip. Since when did Layla become a wine connoisseur? I remembered her as a tequila shot type of girl.
“So, what brings you back to this God forsaken town?” She asked.
I shrugged, going for nonchalance. “Just felt like seeing an old friend.”
“You could get into trouble if you were caught.”
Though her tone was playful, I felt like I should be careful. We were friends growing up, but she was still a full blood. She could have a loyalty to people I didn’t know about.
“I hadn’t planned on getting caught.”
“Your secret’s safe with me, hun.” She grinned, giving me a sultry look.
My eyes raked over her voluptuous form. She wore a red silk robe that hugged her curves and left little to the imagination. Her legs were smooth and tan, and flashes of our time together flickered through my mind. She’d always been incredible in bed.
Not as good as Sam, I reminded myself. No, not as good as Sam, but Sam wasn’t a possibility anymore.
My gaze slowly moved up the flare of her hips, over her flat stomach to her full breasts. Her nipples beaded into tight peaks, straining towards me. My eyes met hers. She was watching me, heat smoldered in her gaze.
Was that the way I would have to play it? It wasn’t the first time sex had been used to complete a mission, and it wouldn’t be the last. Unless I was in a committed relationship, the unbridled thought flitted through my mind, bringing images I tried to forget.
Sam’s face drifted to mind, then her nude body being carried by Alex. Her expression was filled with confusion, probably wondering why I hadn’t come to see her yet. I gritted my teeth and shook off the vision. She was no longer mine, and I had no plans to see or talk to her anytime soon.
No matter what deal we had started, I’d always treated our relationship as a commitment, never crossing the line in missions or otherwise while I was with her. Now, I realized, there was no us, and I pushed the guilt away.
I considered what my next move should be. I wanted to ask Layla a few things, about what she had been up to in the past few years. Maybe I could get her talking about any friendships she’d made recently or business deals going on.
The question was, was I going to fuck her before she answered my questions or after? As I watched her slender throat swallow a sip of wine, I instantly pictured my cock in its place.
Fucking first, I decided. She would be much more open to talking afterwards.
I sat my untouched glass of wine on the side table, keeping my gaze on Layla’s. I let her know without words what I was thinking. About sliding that robe off to see what was or wasn’t on underneath.
“You don’t like wine?” She asked softly. Her voice had gone deep with desire.
“Not particularly. I had something else in mind.”
“Hmm,” she purred deep in her throat, a cat on the prowl. “I can think of something. I’m surprised you didn’t bring Alex with you. I was pretty crazy about your two for one special.”
“Just me tonight.”
Layla licked her lips as she bent over, exposing the tops of her large breasts, and set her own glass down. Her face scrunched up.
“You smell funny.”
Actually, I didn’t smell at all. That was what was funny about it. I was using a new scent eraser that government labs developed to hide odors from shifters. It made recon missions a whole lot easier and safer.
“New cologne,” I whispered.
The excuse must have been believable, or she just didn’t care. Instead of straightening, she captured my mouth in a hot kiss. There was no sweet, sensual buildup, just lips, tongue and teeth.
I preferred to be the one in charge, but Layla was determined to be in control. I let her for the moment. She knew that could change at any second, and I was looking forward to the switch.
Her lips sucked wet kisses down my neck, as my palms molded her breasts. They were more than a handful and reminded me of Sam. She was voluptuous, but fit me perfectly. Frustrated, I shook my head. Damn it! I had to get her out of my head.
I pinched Layla’s nipples hard, causing her to cry out. The move did what I had sought after. Layla picked up the pace, pulling my shirt over my head and immediately reaching for my jeans. She popped the button, and I helped her slide them down just enough for my cock to spring free.
She ran one manicured fingernail down my length and smiled wickedly, as she teased. I was not in the mood for teasing and let her know by grabbing the back of her head and pulling her forward.