LAYLA’S POV
“Layla.”
Edward’s breath brushes against my ear and a shiver races across my skin.
“Mm.” The sound slips out.
I reach up, my fingers trembling as I brush his jaw and cup his chin.
He's so close.
His hand rests at my waist, his forehead nearly touching mine, and his body pressed against me on the bed.
“Layla.”
The way he says my name does something ridiculous to my heart.
His gaze drops to my mouth.
“I want to be inside you.” The words send a rush of heat through me. “Now.”
His hips roll slowly against mine, letting me feel the thick, hard length of his c**k straining between my thighs. It’s enough to make me nod, my heart pounding.
With a smirk I can barely make out in the dark room, his fingers hook into the waistband of my panties.
“Fuck...” His voice is rou
