DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

My feelings for Lila were maddening. Like a storm that
opens up the sky, violent and raging… all-consuming.
I couldn’t let her go, not after tonight.
I’d never forget the sound of her moans, her little
whimpers as she begged me to fuck her harder, the sight of
her pink sex, glistening with need – for me. I’d never forget
how she felt in my arms, naked and without restraint.
No, I couldn’t let her go.
Not now. Not today, not tomorrow. Not ever.
Wrapping my arm around her hips, I pulled Lila closer.
Her scent was all around me, on my skin, on my hair… on
my lips…
I could still taste her on my tongue.
If I knew Lila, as well as I’d like to think I did, then…
Come tomorrow morning, she’d wake up and try to
escape. We might have been a bit drunk last night, but we
both knew damn well what we were doing and the
consequences of it. She was going to overthink this and try
to put more distance between us.
Too bad.
Too. Fucking. Bad.
She was mine now.
I WOKE up to Lila leaving the bed. I peeked up at her
through hooded eyes, half-asleep, watching her as she
silently freaked out.
I waited – hoping she’d climb back in bed.
I was no longer drunk and could think with a clearer
mind. And so could she.
Face me, Lila. Face what we’ve done and don’t. fucking.
leave. me.
She stumbled toward our discarded clothes and pulled
on her robe. Lila sniffled, casting me a quick glance, but