Layla Miller

His breath caught in his throat, hips lifting fractionally in an instinctive search for more, though he otherwise managed to keep relatively still. It had been a while, yes, but this wasn't his first rodeo. After a moment, his shoulders sagged with the relief of simply being touched, and his head fell back as he settled down onto the bed, his weight supported on his elbows. Absently, he lifted a hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering under her jaw as he looked back at her with the same level of scrutiny. They made for an interesting couple.