Ghungroo - The Siren Call of Lovers (#1 - Completed)

Chapter 36 - Wanting Her...Again

Chapter 36

Riaan's POV

Layla is asleep next to me. Even at rest our bodies fit perfectly together. She is naked and just looking at her shapely limbs and soft breasts pressed against my body from this angle is enough to stir the want I have for her once more.

Should I wake her?

No, that would be selfish. She needs sleep.

I still cannot believe that she is lying here next to me. I would never have dreamed this possible a day ago. I had every intention of bedding her, but never this soon. What had made her change her mind?

The last thing I expected was for her to be standing in my office wearing nothing but my shirt and a pair of my underpants. Even in those baggy clothes the outline of her curvy figure was visible in the dim light of the room. She had been totally unaware that her nipples were erect and pressing against the white cotton of my shirt, and that alone had got me hard.

The smell of vanilla and fresh soap drifted in with her, immediately heightening my senses and want of her. It took every ounce of restraint in me not to cut my call with Dave and pin her to the door behind her and fuck her right there and then.

This is what Layla reduces me to. An animal in heat just from her scent.

I'm normally so good at reading women but I wasn't sure in that moment what she had wanted. Why else would she be standing there like that in front of me with hair tousled in black waves around her face,which was clearly flushed with desire.

But I needed to be sure. I needed to hear her say it. And when she did, my heart had leapt out of my chest and started pounding at an incredible rate.

I've never had to contend with this sort of dilemma with any other woman I've pursued. And I've dated, and taken to bed, lots of women too.

Wealth, I've discovered a long time ago, is the best pheromone for dating. It's helped hook me up with plenty of women out there. I'm wise enough to know that half the attraction is me, and the other half, my money.

That's one of the reasons I started dating Stephanie. She came from wealth and I was more relaxed with the knowledge that she couldn't possibly be a gold digger.

Money did mean a lot to Steph, though. Money, status, price tags and public opinion. Breaking up with her isn't going to be easy. I wouldn't put it past her to sue me for breech of promise, or some shit like that. Her father's lawyers are blood thirsty sharks, and will be ever ready to pull out some crap legality like that.

And Stephanie's not one to let things go so easily. Especially, if it shows, what she perceives to be weakness in the public eye. She would rather go through a loveless marriage just to save face in front of others.

But I can't do it. I'd rather go through the sharks than a wedding with her and a marriage that's there for show and nothing more. It isn't fair to her, or myself.

Layla stirs next to me. She moans and sighs and bites her bottom lip.

Is she thinking of me and what we just did?

It had been nothing short of perfection.

Her nipples are still half-hard and it takes everything in me not to reach out and brush my fingers over them. In the soft light they are a deep mauve, like the velvety skin of a bruised peach.

God, I want to suck them into my mouth again.

Teeth marks are starting to darken the smooth soft flesh of her breasts.