Chapter 2: Closer

Layla didn’t move.

The room felt hotter than it had a moment ago, even though her skin was damp and the storm outside still raged.

She could feel Kai’s eyes on her, but he didn’t push.

Just that one sentence. That one offer.

Her breath came out shakier than she expected. “And… what happens if I stay closer?”

He tilted his head, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly — not a full smile, just something dark and knowing.

“Then I won’t pretend either.”

Her heart thudded. Her knees bent tighter under the oversized hoodie, which now felt far too warm against her bare skin. She didn’t even know this man 30 minutes ago. She had no reason to trust him. No reason to want him this badly.

Except she did.

Something in the way he looked at her — like he saw everything she tried to hide — pulled her forward before her mind could catch up.

She shifted on the bed, inching closer.

Just a little.

Kai didn’t reach for her. He waited — letting her come to him.

And when her thigh brushed his… he exhaled, long and low.

His hand moved first — resting lightly on her knee, warm and heavy through the soft fabric of the hoodie. She tensed, and his touch stayed gentle.

“You can still say no.”

“I don’t want to,” she whispered.

That was all he needed.

His hand slid up, fingers grazing the bare skin of her thigh beneath the oversized hoodie. Her skin prickled at his touch — goosebumps spreading like wildfire as he leaned in, voice brushing her cheek.

“Tell me what you want, Layla.”

She turned her head slowly, meeting his eyes.

“I don’t know,” she breathed. “I just… don’t want to stop feeling this.”

He kissed her.

Not hard — not yet. Just enough to taste.

His lips brushed hers once, then again, deeper this time. She melted into it. Soft, slow, and impossibly warm — like her mind went quiet and only his touch mattered now. Her hand slipped up to his chest, feeling his heartbeat under her palm.

He kissed her harder.

Her back hit the mattress as he guided her down with surprising gentleness. He hovered above her, his hand sliding under the hoodie to explore skin — bare thighs, then higher, pausing just at the hem of her underwear.

He looked down at her.

“You’re shaking.”

“I’ve never—”

He kissed the corner of her mouth. “We won’t rush.”

But his hand didn’t stop moving.

His fingers slid along the waistband of her panties, teasing the edge but never pushing inside. She arched instinctively, needing more — and he smiled against her neck.

“Already so responsive,” he murmured, his voice like silk and smoke.

She gasped as one finger dipped just below, stroking her gently.

“Kai—” Her voice broke.

“Shh,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

The hoodie rode up as his hand moved between her legs, slow and firm, rubbing soft circles until her thighs trembled and her hips lifted into him. He swallowed every moan with his mouth, kissing her deep, possessive, patient.

She was unraveling beneath him — her body slick, warm, open.

And then his mouth trailed lower.

Layla's breath hitched as Kai’s fingers slipped beneath the band of her panties. His movements were slow, precise , exploring her folds with gentle strokes that had her thighs trembling.

"You’re already so wet," he murmured against her throat, his voice low, hungry. “You’ve been aching for this, haven’t you?”

She whimpered, unable to answer.

Her hips lifted to meet his hand, instinct overriding any lingering doubt. She barely knew him — and yet her body responded to him like it had been waiting.

One finger slipped inside her.

She gasped.

His thumb pressed softly against her clit, teasing circles as he worked her open — slow, patient, maddening. Layla clutched the hoodie still covering her chest, but he gently pulled her hand away.

“Don’t hide from me,” Kai whispered.

He pulled the hoodie up and over her head, leaving her bare beneath him.

He froze for a second — not out of hesitation, but reverence. His gaze swept over her skin like he was memorizing it, his pupils blown wide with desire.

“You’re so damn beautiful.”

Her breath caught as he leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, tongue circling slowly while his fingers kept working between her legs. The combination of wet heat from his mouth and the slick, sinful rhythm of his hand had her arching, moaning without care.

He moved lower.

Kai hooked his fingers under the waistband of her soaked panties and tugged them down her legs, kissing her thighs as he went.

And then he kissed her there.

Layla's eyes widened, her entire body jerking as his tongue slid between her folds — slow at first, savoring her, then faster as her moans filled the room.

She reached for the sheets, twisting them between her fingers, panting his name. His hands gripped her hips, holding her down as his mouth worked pure magic on her clit — licking, sucking, teasing.

When his fingers slipped back inside her while his tongue continued its assault, she broke.

Her orgasm hit like lightning — sharp, consuming, full-body. Her back arched off the mattress, thighs clamping around his head as she cried out.

He didn’t stop.

He licked her through it, drinking in every sound she made until she was trembling, spent, breathless.

When he finally pulled away, his lips were wet, his eyes dark with desire.

“I’m not done with you,” he said hoarsely. “Not even close.”

Kai climbed back up her body, kissing her deeply — letting her taste herself on his tongue. She could feel how hard he was, straining against his sweatpants.

“Do you want me, Layla?” he asked, brushing her cheek with the back of his hand.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I want everything.”

He didn’t hesitate.

Kai slipped his sweatpants down and kicked them off, revealing the thick length of him — hard, heavy, flushed. Layla stared, lips parted, nervous and turned on all at once.

He reached into his drawer, tore open a condom, and rolled it on with a hiss through his teeth.

Then he lined himself up between her legs, pressing the head against her slick entrance.

“Last chance,” he whispered.

She cupped his cheek, heart racing. “I want you.”

Kai pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching her open.

She gasped at the pressure — the fullness — the way he filled her completely.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead pressing against hers. “You feel like heaven.”

He held still, letting her adjust, his control clearly razor-thin.

Then he began to move.

Slow thrusts at first — deep and measured — his hips rolling into her with perfect rhythm. Layla clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist, her nails digging into his back as he set a pace that had her moaning with every breath.

Their bodies moved together like they already knew each other — like this wasn’t the first time, but the hundredth.

“Look at me,” Kai said, voice rough. “I want to see you come.”

And when he reached down to rub her clit again in perfect rhythm with his thrusts, she shattered for the second time — clenching around him, crying out his name like a plea.

That undid him.

He groaned her name as he came, thrusting hard and deep, his body trembling above hers.

For a moment, they didn’t move — only the sound of their breaths filling the room.

Then he collapsed beside her, pulling her into his chest, her bare skin sticky against his.

“You okay?” he asked, brushing her hair from her forehead.

She nodded, eyes half-closed. “Better than okay.”

Kai smiled against her temple.

“You can stay the night.”

Layla nestled into his side, her body still humming, and whispered, “Good. Because I don’t think I can walk.”

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