Page 111 of Rejected Heart
I’d just gotten out of the shower and wrapped the towel around my waist when a knock came at the door. Since I had plans with Layla, I hadn’t ordered any room service tonight.
And that meant it could only be one of my siblings at the door. I loved them all dearly, but I was in no mood to be distracted tonight. I was ready to get my girl and finally spend some time with her.
Wearing nothing but a towel, I walked to the door, looked out the peephole, and found I was wrong. It wasn’t Wyatt, Cooper, Tate, Ivy, or Jules. It wasn’t Rhea, Skye, Ava, or Marco, either. Neither my parents nor my grandparents were stopping by for a visit.
A smile formed on my face as I quickly unlocked the door and yanked it open. Staring back at me were those gorgeous amber eyes and a bright smile. The dress she was wearing had all the blood in my body rushing to one spot.
Layla’s gaze drifted down my torso and back again. “Am I interrupting?”
I laughed, reaching for her wrist and tugging her into the room so I could kiss her. “What are you doing here? I just got out of the shower. I was going to get dressed and come to pick you up for dinner.”
“I wanted to surprise you and celebrate.”
My brows shot up. “Celebrate? What are we celebrating?”
“Well, you’re a Westwood, so I know your family will find just about any excuse to celebrate. I figured I could try that out on my own with you. There are a few things to celebrate, but the most important is this.” She lifted her opposite hand between us, and that’s when I noticed she was holding a duffle bag.
My eyes darted between the bag and her face. “And what’s that?”
Layla sent a mischievous smile my way, lowered the bag, and leaned toward me. “It’s my overnight bag.”
“What?”
She licked her lips, took one step toward me, and pressed her palm against my bare chest. “My mom and Carmen have conspired with one another. They’re having what they’re calling a girls’ night, where Carmen intends to spend the night at my mom’s house with her. But it was all so they could shove me out the door and tell me not to come back until tomorrow. I let them think it was unreasonable, but secretly, I’m so excited. You get me to yourself all night.”
For years, I’d been wishing to have this, to be able tofall asleep with Layla in my arms. It was like all my dreams were coming true.
My lips twitched. “Oh, that sounds like something worth celebrating. What did you have in mind to commemorate the occasion?”
With a gleam in her eyes, she dropped her bag right where she stood and urged me back several steps. “Well, I thought I’d have to do more work, but it seems like I’ve got perfect timing.”
Layla pressed her lips against my chest as her fingers curled around the edge of the towel and yanked it off. As it fell to the floor, she kissed her way down my body until she was on her knees in front of me.
She curled her fingers around my length, brought her mouth so close I could feel her warm breath against the tip, and looked up at me. “Does it feel like a party yet?”
I didn’t have the chance to respond before she parted her lips and took me inside that beautiful mouth. There was nothing I wanted more than to watch as Layla worked her magic, but the warmth and wetness of her mouth around me didn’t make it easy. So, I gave myself some grace and enjoyed it both ways.
At that moment, my head dropped back, my eyes closing, as I let out a groan and drove my fingers into the softness of her hair. Layla hummed as her mouth moved over me, sucking in every inch she could. My grip on her hair tightened and a guttural moan escaped as I hit the back of her throat.
Tipping my chin forward, I opened my eyes and watched.
Those lips.
That tongue.
There was nothing better.
Like she could feel my gaze on her, Layla directed that sultry stare up my body to meet mine. She took me in as deeply as she could and hummed again, the vibration forcing another groan from my chest.
Layla pulled back to focus her effort on the tip as her hand stroked along the base. Watching the focus and determination she had, seeing the enthusiasm, it was difficult not to get too riled up. I had to fight every urge to feed that hint of greediness I saw in her and keep my hips still. Layla was so eager, though, she didn’t make things easy.
Just when I thought I’d lose the battle, hold her head in place, and thrust my hips forward, Layla took me in deep again. It was like she knew precisely what I needed, exactly when I needed it.
My hold on her soft locks didn’t relent as she continued to work her mouth over me.
The warmth. The suction. The moans. And the visuals.
If I didn’t stop her, I wasn’t going to last to be able to see her through.
