white cotton. She wondered if he got a peek at her more promiscuous panties, and her cheeks grew warm. Not that he’d look for long. He was too candid to secretly fondle her underclothes like a pervert. If he wanted to look at her panties, he’d pull them off her and look.
Aside from the dress and undergarment, he'd brought the necklace she’d gotten as a birthday present from Travis and Phyllis – her friends in Oklahoma. Layla smiled as she picked up the emerald stone swirling with black undertones; it would complement the dress perfectly.
She magically donned the clothes and jewelry then looked in the mirror. Yes, the dress exposed more cleavage than anything she'd previously worn, but the matching necklace drew attention away from her breasts. Still, she couldn’t help but fidget with her neckline as she took a deep breath and entered the bedroom.
Quin sat on the side of the blanketed hill, fresh coffee in hand, and his gaze slowly ran the length of her body before landing on her face. “You’re stunning.”
She cocked an eyebrow and walked forward. “Did you know the neckline would drop this low?”
His innocent look was too cute and one-hundred percent staged. “I thought it would look perfect on you, and it does.” He sobered as he stood and reached for her hand. “I can go get something else if it bothers you.”
“No,” she refused. “If this is what you like, I like it, too.” She pointed to the coffee. “For me?”
“Of course,” he answered, handing her the mug.
While she tried to concentrate on sipping the hot brew, he moved his fingers to the lace stretching over her breasts, dipping them between mounds of ample flesh. Goose bumps erupted, tightening her nipples and warming her veins, and she froze with her lips to her mug.
He sighed then pulled his fingers away. “I’m a blessed man.”
She lowered her mug and took his hand, turning so her back was to his chest. Then she maneuvered his fingers beneath the hem of her neckline.
“Mmm…” he murmured, burying his face in her hair. “And it keeps getting better.”
She relaxed and sipped her coffee, and she wasn't the least bit embarrassed by his touch. In fact, her biggest struggle was staying calm. His hand could easily work her into a frisky frenzy, taking her from zero to sixty with a tap to her gas pedal, but her brakes didn't work as well.
“Do you feel like being around a crowd?” he asked, abandoning her dress.
She pouted and opened her eyes. “Why do you ask?”
“Because our entire family's on the lawn for lunch. All twenty-six of them.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yep.”
“Your dad and the others are better?”
“They're doing much better.”
“That’s wonderful news. I want to see them, but I wasn’t looking forward to seeing them in sickbeds. Lunch on the lawn sounds fantastic.”
“Good. Are you ready now?”
“Not quite.” She sent her mug to a camouflaged nightstand. Then she hovered from the grass and took his cheeks, parting his lips with a deep kiss.
“Wow,” he breathed, blinking open his eyes. “You take me to another world when you do that.”
She laughed as she returned to the floor. “A good one, I hope.”
“Heaven,” he assured, waving a hand, and a window opened, pouring light across the grass floor and midnight walls. “Shall we fly?”
“If I can remember how. I haven’t flown by myself since our trip back from the cliff.”
“You won't ever forget how to fly, no matter how long you go without doing it.”
“Like riding a bike.”
“So they say. I wouldn't know. I've only ridden a bike once.”
“Really?”
“Yep, and while I see the hexless appeal, it’s nothing compared to flying.”
“As someone who’s done both more than once, I agree.” She flashed a grin. Then she leapt forward and dove through the window. “Race you!”
She hit open air, its chilly bite laced with the soothing smell of rain. Then she shot up and over the house, unashamed of the
Aside from the dress and undergarment, he'd brought the necklace she’d gotten as a birthday present from Travis and Phyllis – her friends in Oklahoma. Layla smiled as she picked up the emerald stone swirling with black undertones; it would complement the dress perfectly.
She magically donned the clothes and jewelry then looked in the mirror. Yes, the dress exposed more cleavage than anything she'd previously worn, but the matching necklace drew attention away from her breasts. Still, she couldn’t help but fidget with her neckline as she took a deep breath and entered the bedroom.
Quin sat on the side of the blanketed hill, fresh coffee in hand, and his gaze slowly ran the length of her body before landing on her face. “You’re stunning.”
She cocked an eyebrow and walked forward. “Did you know the neckline would drop this low?”
His innocent look was too cute and one-hundred percent staged. “I thought it would look perfect on you, and it does.” He sobered as he stood and reached for her hand. “I can go get something else if it bothers you.”
“No,” she refused. “If this is what you like, I like it, too.” She pointed to the coffee. “For me?”
“Of course,” he answered, handing her the mug.
While she tried to concentrate on sipping the hot brew, he moved his fingers to the lace stretching over her breasts, dipping them between mounds of ample flesh. Goose bumps erupted, tightening her nipples and warming her veins, and she froze with her lips to her mug.
He sighed then pulled his fingers away. “I’m a blessed man.”
She lowered her mug and took his hand, turning so her back was to his chest. Then she maneuvered his fingers beneath the hem of her neckline.
“Mmm…” he murmured, burying his face in her hair. “And it keeps getting better.”
She relaxed and sipped her coffee, and she wasn't the least bit embarrassed by his touch. In fact, her biggest struggle was staying calm. His hand could easily work her into a frisky frenzy, taking her from zero to sixty with a tap to her gas pedal, but her brakes didn't work as well.
“Do you feel like being around a crowd?” he asked, abandoning her dress.
She pouted and opened her eyes. “Why do you ask?”
“Because our entire family's on the lawn for lunch. All twenty-six of them.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yep.”
“Your dad and the others are better?”
“They're doing much better.”
“That’s wonderful news. I want to see them, but I wasn’t looking forward to seeing them in sickbeds. Lunch on the lawn sounds fantastic.”
“Good. Are you ready now?”
“Not quite.” She sent her mug to a camouflaged nightstand. Then she hovered from the grass and took his cheeks, parting his lips with a deep kiss.
“Wow,” he breathed, blinking open his eyes. “You take me to another world when you do that.”
She laughed as she returned to the floor. “A good one, I hope.”
“Heaven,” he assured, waving a hand, and a window opened, pouring light across the grass floor and midnight walls. “Shall we fly?”
“If I can remember how. I haven’t flown by myself since our trip back from the cliff.”
“You won't ever forget how to fly, no matter how long you go without doing it.”
“Like riding a bike.”
“So they say. I wouldn't know. I've only ridden a bike once.”
“Really?”
“Yep, and while I see the hexless appeal, it’s nothing compared to flying.”
“As someone who’s done both more than once, I agree.” She flashed a grin. Then she leapt forward and dove through the window. “Race you!”
She hit open air, its chilly bite laced with the soothing smell of rain. Then she shot up and over the house, unashamed of the
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