Don't hurt me, I'm a virgin.

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

"Leyla," I feel graze of his soft lips against my earlobe. His voice lures me away from my daydream.

We've been lying on this bed for god knows how long. I've lost count on how many times I've let him make love to me, but I can almost count about five heart shattering orgasms so far. I'm exhausted and now he wants...more?

He laughs when he sees my reluctant reaction, his voice ringing so sweetly in my ears. He kisses my eyelids open and I groan in annoyance.

"It's almost one pm," he whispers on my ear and his knuckles trail my cheek while his other hand moves leisurely down the crooks and bumps of my body, leaving tingles of anticipation.

I stretch my limbs and hear my joints cracking everywhere. I wince, my insides feel is as if a hot iron is permanently etched there.

I become acutely aware of my surroundings and what he has said begins to register in my brain.

One pm?

I leap out of the bed so fast that I nearly fall face down on the floor. I hiss at the unexpected pain shooting up in my bones.

I catch Jeremy's eyebrows darting upwards as he watches me in amusement. His head rest on his hands which are folded behind his head. All I can do is watch his biceps contracting and the smooth muscles on his chest as the silk bed sheets slide down revealing his abdominal muscles.

I swallow instinctively, realizing that I'm standing in the middle of his room, naked and gawking at him. This realization has me darting away from his gaze in search of my jacket which is no way to be found.

"I could watch you fumble all day, Leyla. It's a great show you're putting on." He praises his view. I flush at his remark, instantly draping one of my arms over my breasts and the other over my crotch area.

"Remember I've seen more, don't cover up now." He smirks and I think my face is the colour of a tomato.

He's so impish, his charm is irresistible.

"Where's the bathroom?" I ask him, moving frantically to one of the doors in his room.

"Come back to bed." He ignores my question and that smirk is inviting, I almost comply. But, I have to leave. The old woman will wonder where I'm at with her money. My whole mood drops at the thought of going back to her with no money.

Jeremy frowns at my reaction momentarily before that sly smile of his returns.

"I won't bite," he says innocently, his mouth pulls into a pout and desire sparks inside me. I throb between my thighs however, an indication that I shouldn't venture toward that path.

I ignore the protest of the pain I feel and try manoeuvring from his impeccable gaze. He follows me, however, with his intense eyes. That wry smirk of his returning to his face.

He sits up, suddenly, the sheets on him sliding down even more to reveal that sexy V line. I almost combust at the spot. It's overwhelming how he can affect me by just his gaze and body.

"Come to bed, please," he begs and gives me the cutest puppy dog face. His bluish grey eyes brimming large on his face as his lips pouts.

Oh wow. I practically swoon on the spot. He can be devilishly adorable when he wanted to. Somehow I yearned to discover his personality.

I blight myself, there isn't any time for wishful thinking. Soon or later this affair or whatever it was that we've shared, will come to an end. I dread that impending separation.

I know my developing feelings for him were growing and this scared me. I've known him only sexually and I'm certain that to him, it has all been about sex. I must depart soon before I get disappointed and worse get my heart involved only for it to be broken.