Teagan brings a hand up to tuck my hair behind my ear. “I didn’t ask yourpermission before kissing you. I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day I met you, but I shouldn’t have taken it from you like that. I’m so sorry.”
My eyes widen momentarily before I burst out laughing. I shouldn’t laugh at him, but the fact that he thought I wouldn’t give it to him willingly is comical. We’ve been dancing around this moment for weeks.
His brow furrows as he waits for me to get control of myself. Taking a deep breath, I try to suppress my giggles. Once I’ve composed myself, I run my hands up to his shoulders and then down his biceps, squeezing firmly.
Hijole, those muscles…
“Teagan O’Brien,” I say seriously. “you are, without a doubt, the most thoughtful man I’ve ever met.”
When his arms tighten around my waist, the butterflies in my stomach go soaring. “So why are you laughing at me, Lovely?”
“In what universe would I ever say no to you kissing me? “ I ask quietly. “I’d have to be completely loconotto want you to kiss me.”
That boyish grin takes over his face and all I want is to kiss him again and never stop.
“Honestly, this wasn’t how I had planned it. I just hated to see you cry. I didn’t even really think. I saw your tears and my knee-jerk reaction was to kiss you.” he says softly.
Why is he so perfect?
I smile coyly at him. “So youhadplanned on kissing me at some point?”
Teagan cups the side of my face, lightly brushing his thumb over my cheekbone. “Oh, without a doubt. I told you. From the day we met, I took one look at this perfect mouth and was a goner.”
His thumb moves lower, tracing over my bottom lip, eyes zeroing in on my mouth.
“I hope you’re not waiting for my permission again,” I whisper.
The last word has barely left my mouth before his lips are on mine. Using that damned thumb again, he pulls my bottom lip down, forcing my mouth open. There’s nothing cautious about this kiss as his tongue plunges in, taking me captive. His other hand slips from the small of my back, creeping down until he’s cupping my ass. I squeak in response but don’t pull away.If anything, I press myself closer, thankful that the pergola provides more privacy than the Bottle Chapel. My hands begin exploring, one slipping to the nape of his neck, where I run my fingers through his hair, and the other snaking down his chest to his hard stomach. Shuddering in response, he pulls his mouth from mine to deposit small, soft kisses along my jaw until he reaches my earlobe and nibbles on it. The moan I’ve been trying to keep at bay slips free.
“Lovely Layla,” he whispers hoarsely, “if you keep putting your hands on me like that, we’ll prove your friend, Karen, correct and behave indecently in a public place.”
I whimper, convinced that at this moment, I wouldn’t care if we were in the middle of a crowded room. My body blazes for him. I wasn’t even this turned on when I had sex for the first time. The thought of sleeping with Teagan has me pressing my thighs together and gripping his hair tighter.
Teagan chuckles darkly against my neck. “Oh, the things I want to do to you, lass…”
“Oh god,” I pant against his shoulder. “Should we go? We should go. Right?”
Pulling back, he smirks at me. “Nah, we haven’t seen everything yet.”
I gape at him. Is he kidding? The feel of his hard cock pressing against my stomach says otherwise.
“C’mon, love. What’s next?” he asks, grabbing my hand to lead us back the way we came.
“You’re evil,” I grumble and pout dramatically. “Pure evil.”
He barks out a laugh and slings an arm over my shoulders, pulling me close, and kissing the top of my head. “What’s the saying? Good things come to those who wait?”
I scoff. “Eso es estúpido.”
Teagan
It takes literally every ounce of self-control I have not to drag Layla to some sheltered spot and fuck her up against a tree or one of the pillars of the pergola. Her mouth is so soft and sinful, and those noises she makes!Christ almighty.The way her body molded to mine is full of all sorts of seductive promises. I’m not sure what came over me when I grabbed her arse, but I have no regrets. I want to sink my teeth into those luscious globes.
“I forgot to ask how Mac was this morning,” Layla says, bringing me out of my dirty fantasies.
“Hmm? Oh! Right. Yeah, he had a bit of the fear in him alright, but seems to have realized he was being a bit of a prick last night. Said he was planning on going to Myra’s later to properly apologize, like.”
The tosser was downright surly when I checked in after my run this morning. His flat isn’t far from the one I share with Eamon now, so I was able to keep my word to Layla.
