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Bending low, the warmth of her breath dancing along my mask, I continue. “I thought you said you were captured.”
“I am,” comes her quick reply.
“Then stop running.”
“I never truly could,” she whispers. “Not from you.”
Her chest is heaving so fast I’m worried she’ll grow lightheaded, worried we’ll run out of air in this tight space.
The pounding of feet comes outside in the hallway suddenly, another group of people sprinting, their screams in the air, and that’s when I see it, Layla’s eyes growing hooded.
Cocking my head, I move forward another inch, my mask brushing her jaw. “It turns you on, doesn’t it?” I ask. “The factthat anyone could find us, that there’s people just beyond those doors while you’re standing here panting, dripping for me.”
Layla’s eyes flash, need and heat coursing through her depths.
A shaky breath escapes her before she dips her head, once, yes.
Groaning right as someone beyond the door screams a bloody melody, I drop my forehead to hers, placing my hands on either side of her on the desk, caging her in.
And that’s when she moves.
Her hips roll against mine. Hissing out a breath, one of my hands snaps to her hip and stops the movement.
“I meant what I said. I won’t do this with you unless I can have all of you.”
She’s quiet for a moment and my heart remains suspended, beating so erratically I wonder if I’m having a heart attack.
I can’t handle being rejected by her twice. I knew she’d love this, knew she’d be turned on by the house, and I thought…I thought she wanted to give in a few times these past few weeks, but maybe Layla is the one person in the world I can’t read accurately.
Shaking my head, I push off, only for her hand to snap out and clasp my shirt in a death grip.
My gaze slowly drops to her fisted hand.
“Why do you want me? Are you sure you don’t want me just because you think you can’t have me?”
Ripping my mask off, I let her see the utter sincerity in my eyes are I declare, “Because I fucking love you, that’s why.”
The words hang between us for no more than a second before Layla is throwing herself at me. She jumps, wrapping her arms around my neck, and my hands dart out to catch her just as she lays those gorgeous plush lips on mine.
I moan, all but groaning into her mouth. I don’t care what’s happening beyond that door, I don’t care if we get caught, because Layla is finally—finally—fucking kissing me.
As I place her on the desk, she wraps her legs around my hips. I pull her flush against me, not wanting so much as an inch ofspace separating us. She gasps, the sound music to my ears, as her core aligns perfectly with the bulge in my jeans.
“Say it,” I breathe between kisses. “I need to hear you say it.”
Clenching my jaw, I wait, her hands running through my hair before she fists it and says the words I’ve only ever dreamed of hearing.
“You have me, Kieran. Heart and soul, you have me.” Fear flashes across her face, a vulnerability I’ve never seen before, as she whispers, “I love you.”
My heart explodes.
Chapter 44
Layla
BELLA
Lil, where the hell did you and Kieran go?
