Fuck me. He’s right.
We talk a few more minutes, but I’m anxious to end the call. It’s time I claim my lass. The bathroom door opens, and Layla steps out in a puff of steam, her skin flushed, and wearing a tank top and these skimpy silk shorts. She must see the hunger written all over my face because she stops, her eyes going wide. Fuck it.
I prowl towards her.
Chapter Fifteen
Layla
Teagan stalks in my direction, his eyes burning with determination. I wanted him to kiss me when we walked in the door, but it felt like he was hesitating. Now, he slips his fingers into my hair, angling my face up toward his.
“Layla, I’m going to kiss you now.”
I can’t breathe and my heart is pounding out of my chest. Unable to form words, I just nod. That’s all the confirmation he needs before his mouth crashes into mine in a kiss so heated, I can feel it all the way down to my toes. When I part my lips slightly, he claims my mouth fully. Slowly, he slides a hand from my hair, down to my throat, where he squeezes gently. Whimpering, I press myself into him, trying to erase any and all space between us. Teagan groans at the contact, the sound is so erotic I think I might orgasmwhere I stand.
He steps forward, beginning to slowly walk us backward, one hand still on my throat, while the other winds around the small of my back. Not paying a bit of attention to where we’re going, we collide with a wall. I let out anumphwhich makes Teagan release my throat and pull way, his eyes clouded with a mix of concern and lust.
“Are you okay? Shite, I’m so sorry. I should have been looking…”
“I’m fine,” I breathe, pressing my mouth to his. “Don’t stop.”
“Fuck,” he groans, possessing my mouth once more.
I link my fingers through his belt loops, pulling him closer. When his hips meet mine, I can feel how hard he is and I moan, knowing it’s for me. Tearing my mouth from his, I start placing wet kisses along his jaw until I reach his ear, where I pull the lobe between my teeth and nibble. The way he’s panting and grinding against me is the most empowering moment of my life.
“Teagan,” I whisper in his ear, “I want you.”
“Aye, I’m yours,” he groans against my neck before sucking the sensitive flesh and biting down.
“¡Ay si!” I yelp, returning my mouth to his.
Releasing his belt loops, I slide my hands under his shirt, grazing the dips and planes of his abdomen with my fingernails. I’ve fantasized about touching these abs since the first time I saw him shirtless at soccer practice. Teagan’s hands tighten on my waist before traversing over my ribs and up the sides of my breasts. It feels like a wake of burning flames everywhere he touches me.
“Bedroom,” I pant. “Now.”
Grunting in agreement, he dips down to clutch the back of my thighs and hoists me up.
“Teagan, what are you doing? I’m going to break you,” I shriek as my legs lock around his waist, my arms looping around his neck.
“Wrong,” he growls, pressing kisses to the swell of my breasts that are peeking over the top of my tank top.
“I’m too heavy,” I complain until I feel his tongue run from my cleavage to my jaw.
“You’re fucking perfect, Layla,” he mutters into my skin. “I plan on worshiping every inch of this perfect body.”
Those words turn my core molten. If I don’t have him inside of me soon, I’m going to die. Completely cease to exist. The need I have for him is so strong, I feel like I’m drowning. As if reading my thoughts, he turns us into the bedroom, and we fall onto the bed, our mouths fusing together in a brief, sloppy kiss. Teagan pulls away, sitting back on his knees. His hungry eyes roam all over my body, stopping to zero in on my heaving breasts, before meeting my gaze.
“What?” I pant out.
A feral grin slowly spreads over his face. “I can’t decide where I want to start. I could kiss that luscious mouth of yours for the rest of my life, but I want to tasteall of you.”
Holy fuck.
I shiver in anticipation. “I don’t care where you start, I just need your hands and mouth on me.”
Teagan’s eyes flare wide. “Protection?”
“I’m on the pill,” I rush out. “And I’m clean.”
