I know enough Spanish to know whatPapímeans and it does something to me. I stalk towards her, backing her against the wall and pressing my naked chest to hers. Placing my hands on her hips, I skim my nose along her jaw and down her neck. Her breath hitches as her fingers creep to thetowel tucked around my hips.
“Say it again.”
“Papí,” she whispers.
I kiss the corner of her mouth before pulling back to say, “Hello there,Cailín.”
“What does that mean?” Layla asks breathlessly.
“Little girl,” I answer, pushing my hips into hers so she can feel how hard I am for her. How hard Ialwaysam for her.
“Teagan,” she groans, rolling her hips in response. “We’re never going to leave this house, are we?”
Chuckling, I kiss her quickly before reluctantly taking a step back. “Come on then, Lovely. Let’s get dressed.”
She sticks that bottom lip out in a pout and my first thought is how much I’d like to bite it. I’ve always had a pretty healthy sexual appetite, but this Spanish rose of mine has me fecking ravenous.
Chapter Seventeen
Layla
“Left foot forward.”
We eventually left the house and found a small cafe nearby. We drank coffee, ate breakfast tacos, and then spent a good amount of time playing our version of Twenty Questions. During our conversation, Teagan asked me about Salsa dancing and then demanded that I teach him when we got back to the house. Now we have the living room furniture pushed out of the way, and we’re standing side by side as I teach him the basic steps.
“Right. Got it, yeah. Step forward with the left, rock back on the right,” he repeats.
“Don’t forget to move your hips.”
“Show me how again.”
Turning towards him, I say disbelievingly, “I’ve shown youabout ten times now!”
“Aye, I know. I just like watching you do it.” He grins at me like a Cheshire Cat.
Tanta problema.
Leveling him with a glare, I say, “You can’t Salsa without moving your hips. That’s half the fun of the dance.”
“I think we move our hips together rather well, if I do say so myself.”
Heat surges in my core thinking of how true his statement is, but I keep a straight face, letting him believe I’m not amused.
“Fine,” I say with a shrug, stepping away from him. “We don’t have to learn.”
“Hold on there,” he says, grabbing my hand and spinning me back towards him. I slam into his chest and he immediately slides his other hand to the small of my back, spreading his fingers to press me closer. Then he steps forward with his left foot, forcing my right foot back. His hips sway, then roll against me. Instinctively my body moves in tandem with his, as if we’ve been dancing together for years.
Teagan holds my gaze as he murmurs, “Was that right?”
A small smile plays along my lips and I nod. “Yeah, that was perfect.”
He leans in to capture my mouth with his in a softly passionate kiss that we could easily get lost in. Tumbling right back into bed would be so easy, but I’m determined to do more during this getaway than fuck Teagan all day every day.
Forcing myself to break the kiss, I clear my throat and say, “Let’s move to the next steps.”
I’m pleasantly surprised to find that not only is he a fast learner, but he has pretty good rhythm for a white guy. When I say as much, he barks out a loud laugh.
“You’d be surprised by how much dancing and football have in common when it comes to coordination and footwork. In fact, a lot of times during practice, Ro will have us do some viral dance he found on social media. Eamon is the only one who can’t seem to follow along.”
