Chapter 9
Andrew had never had a dream like this. In it, he and Layla were laying sideways in his bed, kissing, and everything else had fallen away: the ranch, Nathan, Amy—nothing else mattered but their joining together.
He ground his hips against hers, but though they were both completely naked, some invisible force was keeping him from what he wanted the most. To be balls deep inside of her, f*****g her the way that sweet body of hers had been tempting him to ever since she showed up in Sinclair Township.
“Let me in, Layla,” he groaned.
“Take off your pants,” she answered back, even though he wasn’t wearing any.
Andrew came awake in a blaze of hot confusion, only to find an even hotter sight in front of him: Layla, her guest robe open to reveal her tight brown body, was grinding ag
