EDWARD’S POV
My hands are shaking.
Embarrassing as hell but also makes complete sense. I’ve wanted this with Layla for weeks. Been aching for it in a way I didn’t even have words for until recently.
The timing is insane and the way my body fits against hers isn't helping. Neither is the fact that every time I pull back, she follows me for another kiss, like she can't stand the distance between us.
My c**k is about to explode.
It's been a problem ever since she said she'd find someone else to relieve her. If I'm being honest with myself, it was a problem long before that.
The heat rolling off her skin is doing things to my head that I cannot think too hard about or this is over.
Then there’s her scent.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to resist this. Her arousal is everywhere, cutting
