Save Me by Abigail Stone Page B

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    Layla shuddered, bending down to throw up, but the fact that it had been nearly twenty-four hours since she had last ate made it difficult. It didn't matter in the eyes of the law that the men who had died had technically been asking for it. Richie didn't have to shoot to kill them. And as much as it scared Layla to admit – she and Leo didn't have to flee the scene.
    She was terrified beyond all belief but the only emotion she could focus on as she watched Leo pace was arousal. She could practically hear her heart pounding in her ears as she approached him, grabbing him roughly and forcing him to look at her. She needed to get her mind off of the situation. She needed a release.
    A heat emitted from between Layla’s legs and Leo could practically smell her arousal, her breath warm against his neck. They locked eyes for what felt like an eternity, neither one of them speaking. They were tangled together by some kind of invisible electric force. Layla shivered, her pupils dilating against his. The desire in his eyes resonated not just in her body but in her soul. She could feel it practically cascading through her as Leo's glare intensified.
    "We can't," he finally whispered, breaking eye contact with Layla and swallowing hard.
    Layla shook her head, ignoring him. When Leo was at his most vulnerable, she pulled his heavy body to the ground, straddling him before she could second guess herself. His muscled arms reachrf forward, attempting to push her off of him, but she held tightly to his cotton shirt, refusing to budge.
    From Layla's vantage point above him, she could sense a warmness radiating from Leo's body, his cock stirring below her from inside his jeans. He finally gave up his struggle, bringing a shaking hand to her petite waist. She let out a soft gasp of approval, biting down on her full bottom lip until all the blood rushed from it. Leo was tense, his brows furrowed, but he began to loosen up beneath her touch, his eyes softening.
    Their breathing was harsh and uneven, but neither one of them seemed to notice. What Layla did next was an act of boldness that came from a place somewhere deep inside if her that up until that moment – she hadn't realized existed. She slid her unsteady hand up under the hem of Leo's shirt, her manicured finger tips coming into contact with his warm, toned flesh. She raked her nails down over his stomach, across his abs and over the v-line dip that led to his hips.
    Leo inhaled deeply, the smell of Layla's floral perfume filling his nostrils. She bent down, pressing her body closer to his as though she wanted to absorb him as Leo closed his eyes, succumbing to the very thing he had fantasized about from the very first moment he had laid eyes on her.
    It all felt so familiar and it was exactly what they both needed. Layla’s eyes glowed, greeting Leo as his own flashed open. His lips parted as a smooth groan emanated from his throat. Layla ran her hand further up his muscular chest, placing her sweaty palm against his heart.
    Leo's eyes were dark and questioning. They silently told Layla to turn back while she still could but she had never been one for following the rules. Her lips hungrily found their way to Leo's neck as he shivered, gripping her body tightly against his, the soft fabric of his shirt rubbing against Layla's breasts, her rock hard pink nipples standing proudly to attention.
    She reached down, pulling at Leo's jeans with haste as she buried her face in the cusp of his smooth neck and latched on to him, her mouth wet and hot against his throat. Leo reached slowly upwards, grasping Layla's supple breasts and letting out a deep moan as she nibbled and sucked at the flesh of his neck. Caution had been thrown to the wind a long time ago and Leo allowed his primal desires to fully take over, pushing the reality of their situation into the back of his conscious, even just momentarily. He roughly pulled at the fabric of her white tank top, helping her lift her arms