Page 134 of Fighting Chance

“And what if I said I didn’t want this?”

Stepping back abruptly, my lips tip into a crooked grin as she almost topples forward, a whimper slipping past her lips.

“I’d know you were lying just by the little sound you made.”

Her head tips back to keep eye contact, hers narrowing while minesparkle.

Not sure she’s figured out yet that when they do, it’s because I want to devour her.

“Has anyone told you that hate fucking is extraordinary?”

“I don’t hate you,” she admits.

“No?”

“No, you’re just insufferable.”

“Insufferably good looking?”

“Insufferably cocky.”

“Well, cocky or not, I’m about to keep my promise and make you scream.”

Savoring every second of it I slowly drop to my knees, soaking up the flush along her cheeks, the widening of her eyes, the way her chest rises on a sharp inhale. Placing my hands on her thighs, I sit back on my heels, watching her as I trail my hands up higher and higher until they reach her skirt.

“You’ve fallen quiet, sunshine. Cat got your tongue?”

Her lips part, only to snap closed a second later as I exposeher underwear, hook my finger into the waistband, pull down, and lick.

Layla’s head drops back, her knees giving out as I taste her. I quickly catch her, wrapping one of her legs around my shoulder and holding the other with my free hand to stabilize her.

I should be taking this slow, should be torturing her and dragging it out, but I’m a selfish bastard and I can’t stop now that I’ve started.

She’s heaven.

Every little breathy moan and whimper, is making me an addict.

I pull back just long enough to pant out, “Bite your lip, sunshine. I’m about to make good on my promise.”

Lowering my head again, I run my free hand up her center, while I suck on the bundle of nerves pulsing for me. I slide my finger inside of her, crooking it once I get halfway.

It doesn’t take me long to find that spot and make my promise come true.

A surprised scream tumbles from her.

Not letting up on my relenting pace, I go from sucking to licking, flicking my tongue back and forth and fuckingenjoyingevery second that she grows wetter.

The thigh around my shoulder and the one pinned beside my head begins to quake, her walls around my finger pulsing, convulsing, and I know she’s close.

So fucking close.

I’m going to dream about this moment until my last breath.

Pulling back, I grin up at Layla. “Pull my hair, baby, and show me how much you want my mouth on you.”

Her eyes all but roll in the back of her head but like a good girl she runs both hands through my hair, making me groan as I put my mouth on her again and go to fucking town.

The harder she pulls, the more I moan and the faster I lick.