A Bold Woman

MARISSA

I wasn’t a shy woman by any means, but holy shit I’d never been so bold before in my life. One look at the way Layton’s eyes darkened and grew hungry, and I knew my risk had paid off.

His gaze zeroed in on me, his demeanor changing from the easygoing guy I just had dinner with, to the slightly dominant, very horny guy who had been in my kitchen earlier.

I loved both sides of him, all sides of him actually, as I’d recently learned. But this was exactly the side of him I needed right now.

He got me all hot and bothered earlier, leaving me aching. But now it was finally time for him to undo some of those knots that had started pulling tighter in my stomach and dropping lower all night. Moving toward me with slow, purposeful strides, he shrugged out of his jacket and hung it over my dresser.

I stood there in my bra and panties, not quite knowing what to do with my hands. They were twitching at my sides, wanting to help him get undressed. But he had me pinned where I stood with tho