“f**k, Layla,” he rasps. “You’re so beautiful. So damn irresistible.”
Hardly. I’m wearing black jeans and a loose striped shirt that keeps falling over one shoulder, and my hair is a tousled mess because he was insanely digging into my strands. I know I don’t look beautiful, but the way he’s gazing at me…I feel it.
I reach for the bottom of my shirt, then pull it over my head and let it fall to the ground. His nostrils flare when my red bra is revealed. Holding his gaze, I bring my hands behind my back and undo the tiny clasp, and then the bra falls away, too.
Edward sucks in a breath. He’s seen my breasts before. He’s seen me naked. But the hunger in his eyes, the glittering admiration…it’s like he’s looking at me for the first time.
I wiggle out of his arms and land on my feet.
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