That’s when it hits me that I didn’t say it back. “Owen,” I say, pulling away. His lips trail down my neck.
“Less talking. More kissing,” he says, nipping at my ear.
“Owen,” I try again. He continues to run his lips over every part of my exposed skin, and I can’t think with his lips on me. “Stop, just for a minute.” Just like that he’s gone. His body is no longer aligned with mine, and his lips are no longer caressing my skin. “Hey.” Reaching up, I place my palm against his cheek as I move my body in close to his. I miss his warmth. “I liked what you were doing, but I needed your attention. Your full attention.”
He nods, blowing out a breath. “You have it.”
“You sure?” I ask, my voice playful.
“You’ve always had it, Layla.” His hands slide around my waist, pulling me even closer, and I didn’t think that was possible. “Now, talk. I’m listening. It’s not my fault your sweet skin distracted me.”
I roll my eyes, making him laugh. “You sure? You’re listening? This is important.”
“I’m all ears, Lay. What’s going on?” He sobers, and I know I’ve got him.
“Owen Riggins.” I stand on my tiptoes, bringing my mouth a breath away from his. “I love you.”
He sucks air into his lungs and fuses his lips to mine. This time I won’t be stopping him.
Chapter 17
Owen
Words are powerful. Hers bring me to my knees. I will never forget this moment. Never. Hearing her tell me that she loves me is like a jolt of electricity running through my veins. I can’t kiss her long enough, can’t get her close enough. This woman in my arms is my entire world.
Her hands make their way to my dress pants. I have to force myself to pull my lips from hers and take a step back. Her chest is heaving, and her eyes are glassy from need—all for me. “Strip, Layla,” I say. My voice is deep and barely controlled. I need her naked, and as much as I’d love to take my time with her, the need inside me burns too hot. I know I need to be gentle, but time is not on our side. Not this time. I need to feel her heat wrapped around me.
“Like this?” she asks her hands, starting at the top button of her blouse.
I swallow hard and nod. “Like that.”
“What about you?” I can see it in her eyes. She’s nervous, and that’s not going to work for me. Faster than ever before, I rid myself of my clothes and grip my cock as I watch her undress for me.
“Better?” I ask. She nods, biting her lip. “Layla?”
“Yeah?”
“Faster, baby.” She fumbles with the buttons of her shirt. When she’s finally to the last one, she lets it fall from her shoulders and onto the floor. Her eyes never leave mine as she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. She hesitates, holding the material to her chest.
“You’re beautiful, Layla. It’s just me, baby. The man who loves you. You can trust me. Show me, baby.” Slowly, she drops her hands, taking her bra with her. Her full pert breasts are finally on full display for me. “Fuck,” I croak, at a loss for words for the gorgeous woman standing in front of me. She stands with her arms at her sides, her eyes locked on mine. I can see the tension in her shoulders. I step toward her and drop to my knees. My hands find the zipper of her skirt and give it a gentle tug. “Step,” I say once the material is pooling at her ankles.
Settling her hands on my shoulders, she lifts one leg then the other. “Almost there, baby.” My hands roam over her calves, and the smooth skin of her thighs. Reaching her white thong, I slide a finger under each side of the waistband, and slip the tiny piece of fabric over her hips, and down her thighs. She steps out one leg at a time.
“Owen.” Her voice trembles.
“I’m right here, Layla. I’m not going anywhere. Tell me what you need.”
“You,” she whispers, her voice so low I almost didn’t hear her. “I need you.”
Unable to resist, I lean in and place a kiss on her belly before climbing to my feet. It takes Herculean effort to keep my eyes on hers and not let them trail over her delectable naked body. I know she needs my attention, and that’s what she’s going to get. We have a lifetime for me to memorize every inch of her.
“Can I touch you?”
She exhales loudly. “Finally.”
I don’t even try to hold back my chuckle. “Oh, she’s got jokes,” I say, lifting her with my hands on her hips and toss her on the bed. Before she’s done bouncing, I’m crawling over the top of her. My lips find hers, cutting off our laughter. I kiss her until her body fully relaxes under me. Knowing I need to protect her, I pull away and reach for the box of condoms I bought when we got back from Florida from the nightstand. Tearing open the box, I toss a foil packet on the bed next to us, before dropping the box on the floor.
“You good?” I ask, needing to know this is still what she wants.
“I’m good.” Her hands roam down my chest.
“Not this time, beautiful. You’ve had your fun for weeks. It’s my turn, and I need to make sure you’re ready for me.”
“I’m ready,” she assures me.
“Yeah?” I settle onto the bed next to her, resting my weight on my elbow so I can look down at her. “Let me see,” I say huskily.
There is a slight tremble in my hands as I cup her breasts, rolling her pert nipple between my thumb and index finger. Layla arches her back off the bed, telling me without words that she likes what I’m doing. I shimmy down the bed a little, and capture a nipple in my mouth, while still playing with the other. Fuck me, but her skin is soft and sweet—not that I expected anything less from my Layla. Her hands roam over my back, and her nails begin to dig in.
My lips trail from one breast to the other, while my hand glides over her belly until I find the lips of her pussy. With my index finger, I test her wetness, before sinking one digit inside her.
“O-wen,” she breathes my name.
“Too much?” I lift my head to gauge her reaction.
“No.” She shakes her head. “It’s not enough.”
My lips find their way to hers, and I kiss her lazily. I need her relaxed and dripping with need so I don’t hurt her. I lose track of time as we kiss, adding another finger and lazily pumping in and out of her.
“Please,” she begs against my lips. “More, Owen. I need more. You’re driving me insane.”
“More of this,” I say, adding a third finger.
“Unh, th-that’s nice, but I need you.”
“This is me.”
“No, this.” She slides her hand between our bodies that are slick with sweat and grips my cock.
“You want my cock, baby?”
“Now.”
My girl is demanding. She’s ready. I move to hover over her, fisting my cock, stroking from root to tip as I stare down at the love of my life. “I love you, Layla. This is going to be uncomfortable, so you tell me if you need me to stop.”
“I won’t shatter, Owen.” She reaches for the condom and tears it open, handing it to me. She watches intently. I’m sure so she can do it on her own the next time.