“Cailín,” I growl out. My heart is thundering and my cock twitches in anticipation.
Layla places her hands flat on my thighs. “Tell me what I’m thinking, Teagan.”
Her voice is soft but there’s a fire in her dark brown eyes. I’m ready and willing to let her consume me. It’s not often she gets the jump on me like this. Not that I don’t love when she sucks me off, but I’m usually chomping at the bit to get my mouth on or my cock in her pussy. All I want is to please her and make her come, over and over. I can’t get enough of her.
“Show me.”
Her gaze doesn’t leave mine as she tugs my gym shorts down to my knees, taking my briefs with them. My cock springs free and her eyes drop to it greedily. Her soft hands glide leisurely up my legs to my stomach where her fingers trace the lines of muscle before she rakes her nails back down. Goose flesh erupts all over my skin.
“Layla…”
Her eyes flick to mine before those perfect fucking lips close around the tip. My hips buck reflexively, forcing my cock further into her mouth. She hums and runs the tip of her tongue along the sensitive underside of the head, making me simultaneously groan and twist the fingers of both hands into her hair. Layla doesn’t move, just keeps me in her mouth, tracing me with her tongue. Breaking out into a cold sweat, I’m about to start begging when she finally sucks me to the back of her throat.
“Fuck!” I cry out at the sudden sensation then follow up with a string of random words of affirmation as she works me over. “Cailín…baby…fuck…yes…”.
Just as I start to come, she pulls to the tip and stops. Completely flustered, I gape at her. She winks at me, scraping her bottom teeth lightly over that spot, and my vision tunnels as I spill my release into her mouth. My fingers loosen from her hair and skim down her cheek until I reach her chin. I grip it firmly, making sure she’s paying attention.
“Swallow it, lass.”
She obeys so beautifully. Gently, I extend my arm, pushingher off of my cock. Her lips are so red and swollen, that it’s distracting.
“Come here,” I quietly order, offering her a hand.
She takes it and I help her to her feet. After righting my shorts, I fold my arms around her. She smirks at me, so I capture those lips with my own and kiss her deep and slow. When we come up for air, I murmur against her mouth, “Let me make one thingveryclear, Lovely.”
Layla hums and leans back, probably thinking I’m about to take her to bed, which I am, but right now she needs to hear what I’m about to say.
“There is not a single woman on this earth that you need to worry about. Do you hear me?”
Her eyes soften and she nods. “I hear you.”
“Do you believe me when I tell you that my eyes, mouth, hands, and heart are only yours?”
She goes rigid in my arms, eyes flaring in alarm. Not the reaction I was expecting.
“Hold on, what’s that look for?”
“Teagan, don’t say things unless you really mean them.”
I’m properly confused now. When have I ever not been completely open with her?
“Layla, what are you talking about? I’m always honest with you.”
She looks away, biting her bottom lip. “That thing you said last night? While you were drunk?”
Shite. Now I’m really worried. “Aye. What did I say?”
She inhales deeply, still not meeting my gaze. “I feel really stupid for even bringing this up. Because I want what you said to be real, but only if you absolutely mean it. I don’t want you to say it because you feel obligated.”
Something clicks in my brain, a flash of a memory. My drunken arse looking at her as she and Ro drag me to a car and knowing at that moment that she’s my everything and there’s no turning back.
“I said I love you.”
Her head snaps back in my direction, eyes wide. “You remember?”
A corner of my mouth tips up in a small smile. “Aye. Once you started talking, it clicked.”
“Oh.” She worries that bottom lip with her teeth again. “Did you…”
